A HUG FROM A FRIEND
On March 25, 2012
by PAULA
As I type these words,
My smartphone calls me a dumbass,
My cries have risen from felonies past.
I look to you and I’m bombarded with memories.
I’m reminded
Not only of the bad times
But of the ones that bring sweet falsettos and angelic harmonies.
I steal a glance now and then,
Catch you catching my eyes,
Reading the words spilling from my pen.
This isn’t the way things were meant to be.
I know they say everything happens for a reason,
And for every season there’s an end.
But couldn’t we forget the past
And pretend for a second that there was something more to this
Than a neighborly smile,
A hug from a friend.
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88 REASONS TO HATE
On March 25, 2012
PURGATORY
On March 25, 2012
by JADON
Wind. Breeze. Air currents. The powerful energizers that pierce my soul with life and power. As my heart jump-starts, I awake on the acres of elegant, healthy grass blades. I am surprised how quickly I rise to my bare feet and spread my average wingspan to embrace the icy winds. I’m dead. I know it. I feel it. I sense it. I remember only flashes and fragments of my last moments on earth before Death himself touched my heart and ascended to this paradise. But I am not an ignorant fool. I know this place better than my own hand. This is Hell. This is Purgatory.
Well now that God has burdened me to this realm I needed to pure the so called “sins” that I have committed. I needed to work my way up from the ground to the peak of Mount Purgatory. How, you ask? Simple. By slaying demons.
I began my journey to enlightenment by traveling one of Purgatory’s large forests. I needed to search for tools. I needed weapons. I walked through the splinters of light and shadow. Searching for a javelin or a sword or anything. But instead I found nothing. Nothing. But I saw something. A light. A refraction. A gleam of light and rays. Salvation with a point. I sprinted over and grabbed the object hoping it was a sword. A long blade.
“A KNIFE!!!!!!!!!!” I exclaimed. Purgatory sent me a knife to slay demons with a goddamn knife! I felt a claw on my shoulder’s and in a flash I was in the air screaming for my dear life. I looked up and saw my destroyer.
It had red eyes and gray skin with black nightmarish wings of chaos. Fear itself stared me down. I blindly pulled the knife and lashed out on my killer, penetrating the soft gray flesh with the hard cold blade of my wrath.
He burst into golden dust before my eyes and so did the hard grip keeping me from falling. I lashed out like a fish out of water, as if trying to fly without wings.
Gravity reached out and gripped me with it’s enormous hand pulling me to the ground. I fell straight through the trees scraping and cutting my skin. I fell onto the ground felling the wrath of momentum. My head was dizzy and my vision was doubled.
“One down, one million to go,” my head dropped into unconsciousness.
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DARK SHADOW OF NIGHT (PT. 1)
On March 25, 2012
by KILA
I’ve never given much thought to love and the love of death, never took that second look for what I had desired, like how I had desired them in my dreams. The feeling of wanting and being wanted, it’s the feeling that makes you psychotic like that moment when you first look at the moon and the dark shadow of night, and you know that they belonged together, like they were destined to be that way.
Sometimes I’ve thought about the obvious and just how peaceful it would be to forget about the fact that you even exist, but then it only makes me fall deeper into love’s hellfire drought, the temptation for the dehydration of lust.
To be continued . . .
Tagged with: kila
SUPERMAN
On March 25, 2012
by JEREMIAH
I haven’t been the same since I learned to fly. I’ve always dreamed of flying, but I never thought it would actually happen. I never thought it would actually happen. I’ve only seen it in TV shows and movies, never thought I would be the one to do it.
It all started one day I woke up from a deep, deep sleep feeling funny. I walked out to the balcony to get some fresh air. Suddenly I fainted and fell over the edge right before I hit the ground. I noticed I was flying. It freaked me out for awhile, but I learned to cope with it after I told a trusted friend.
So I fly to work and everywhere else as part of my daily routine. Everywhere I go people refer to me as Superman. I often let that go to my head, and I try to save people who don’t need saving, but not so often anymore. Flying is like a fairytale to me, but it’s real and makes my everyday life a lot easier than it was.
There was one special occasion where I actually saved someone. It was a woman on top of a building who was thinking about jumping off. So as she jumped off, I hurried and got in the air. Just in the nick of time I caught her. After I caught her and brought her to safety, she thanked me. At that moment I felt real special to see how grateful she was.
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