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The Event of the CenturyReciprocation of your full affection has not garnered the exact results that I believed it would.
Your affirming words of romanticized thought are lacking in expression and emotion alike, recently; I am beginning to doubt the validity of these statements.
I know- O, believe me, my darling, I understand; situations such as yours maintain the ability to drain an ocean, let alone one’s spirits. Yet, there rests an unsatisfiable itch at the base of my neck, which insinuates that your dry conversational customs when pertaining to myself and myself alone are but results of confusion, undesired preferences, and maturity of your individual thought process.
Has your position rendered you nubile?
Do you no longer wish to be courted by an aspiring, albeit lowly, trapeze artist?
I can only alter my personality to suit your needs so much, my sweet, -I can no longer bend my psyche to your will, I'm afraid.
Multitudes of prayers, all directed to an unspecified deity, escape the prison walls tha
Loud SilenceMy tongue cannot convey as much emotion as my hands can.
My hands can dance a dance of love & ecstasy, as I caress your beautiful skin.
My hands, they can express how much you mean to me with a gentle stroke of my thumb over your knuckle.
They can scream in anguish and displeasure as I pull my hand from yours, my futile attempt to
shield our awkward affection for one another from your eccentric, pushy family.
They can experience a euphoric sensation as they, ever so slowly, part your silky hair, silent pleasure emanating from my fingertips.
And they can aid in my eternal struggle, -to express my love for you and all you stand for, with a simple squeeze of your smaller hand.
For You, Alwaysthe moment that you
feel like you've
fallen into the wind
and become part of the
the collective fade
know that you are cared for
you are loved
the second that you do not feel
like the sun kisses your skin,
that the stars
do not shine only for
know that they do
regardless of your
they will always
He's MineHe's so fragile, so delicate,
Like a thin piece of glass.
Yet when he breaks down,
There's a throbbing pain that urges me to protect him.
He's so defensive, so irritable,
Like a mask to hide his inner pain.
He's so beautiful, so lovely,
I would be so possessive about him.
Love at Last SightI remember the day well. I saw her and my heart skipped a beat. I saw her back, as she walked away from me. I watched as she climbed in to the train, and left me. She never even looked back. She never batted an eye, never wrote, never communicated with me at all. She was just gone. And somehow, I can only blame myself.
Some people believe in love at first sight. They say that when you meet that person, you’ll know right off. I am not one of those people. I once believed that, years ago. But after many broken hearts and many busted dreams, I no longer do. I leave naive thoughts like those to those who have never loved, and only theorize about love.
I remember meeting her that night, so long ago. It was, just a blind date set up by my friends. They said I was too much of an introvert, too shy around girls. Frankly, I was just tired of them riding me so hard, so I agreed to go. I didn’t bother to tell them I wasn’t shy around girls, but had been burned so many times that
Talk to me.
Tell me what shattered your heart inside.
Your heart is beating, yet, you're not alive.
You're hearing, yet, you're not listening.
You've become a black shadow.
I can see the demons in your eyes.
Your eyes have glazed over.
Your life is coming to an end.
But yet, you're still healthy, still alive.
You smile to hide your pain.
But you're slowly dying inside.
You keep saying 'I'm fine', when I know you're not.
You tell me 'it's just a phase. Don't worry'
But I've never worried so much before.
You're like a leaf
Your beauty slowly withering away, unbeknownst to everyone around you.
Soon, you're going to fall from the tree, and hit the ground.
People will walk over you, ignoring how much pain they've caused your heart.
But hold on.
It gets better, I promise.
Your heart will beat once again.
I'm hoping for a sign of life.
I'm watching for those eyes to fill with joy, like they used to be.
I beg you with all my heart.
A Letter to My (Future) Married SelfDear Connors,
How are you? I hope whenever you suddenly feel like reading this again you’re in that position in life where you can be proud of who you are and what you’re doing right now. I hope you’ve got that stable position in life, where you somewhat have a rough idea of what you’re going to do in the future. Have you got that book about Regius Noctis published yet? You should have by now. Right now I’m typing while listening to Daft Punk’s Harder Better Faster Stronger for orchestra – I wonder if you still like this kind of music?
Now, in case you haven’t figured it out yet this is a letter from me to you, myself in the future. This isn’t something meant for you to be reading like five years in the future; no, this is a letter to my married self. Yes, I will one day be married, and I hope I’ll find this again on the night before my wedding day. I hope the me right now who’s reading this has found the m
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.
I sighed. “I have to. I don’t even know what I’m doing…”
“No one does, that’s the point! It’s a learning experience, and honey, you’re losing.”
“I’ve barely even done anything!”
“And that’s the problem. You can’t give up now! If you do, I’ll….”
“I’ll ruin my life.”
“I’m serious. Without you, I’m nothing.”
“You’ll be fine, Luke.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll become an alcoholic.”
“Sure you will.”
“And I’ll sleep with tons of women.”
“Not my problem.”
“And…I’ll…become an angry cat lady.”
“You’d need to be a woman for that.”
He pouted, grabbing my abandoned pencil and throwing it across the table
The Laughing BoyThere once was a boy who smiled alot,
We called him the laughing boy,
because its better to have a name than to not.
That boy laughed and smiled wherever he went,
I wish that he was still here,
I just wish that his spirit hadn't gotten so bent.
He was battered and beaten but still he smiled,
His smile spread happiness wherever he went,
Imagine what could be if his heart hadn't been defiled.
He was battered and beaten just a little too much,
He has countless sad stories,
And now he's cold to the touch.
There once was a boy who smiled alot,
But now his eyes are empty with despair,
and of happiness, now he knows naught.
Spoiler AlertWhen we meet, I’ll be nineteen and you’ll be twenty. You’ll try to get to know me, and I won’t say much, but you’re persistent. And eventually, we’ll become friends.
You’ll be in the dorm lounge one day, playing video games with your roommates, and they’ll all laugh at you because I’ll beat you. But you just smile along, because you know I’d beat all of them too.
On a Friday, you’ll ask me out for the first time. I won’t know what to say, so I’ll just accept, not thinking much of it. Then later that night after we’ve eaten ice cream and are sitting on a park bench, I’ll pretend I don’t want to kiss you. Even though I really do.
On the week of final exams we’ll be studying desperately in the library. I’ll be on the verge of tears—why do I even need physics anyway? I’ll groan and slam my head against the desk, and that’s when you’ll lean in close and
Lost in Your AbsencePorcelain heart chipped,
You, never my whole world;
Yet your absence, my chaos;
Everything was out of balance.
You got away, my mind fleeted,
Tight clench of my heart;
Felt like a heart attack,
A part of me went missing.
I was once a ghost,
Invisible, walked through me;
You brought me my presence,
I'll smile, only for you.
I'll chase you if I could,
I'll give everything up if I could,
but you'll give me your sweetest smile and backed away,
leaving me alone, grieving for you.
-Lost in Your Absence
WaitingGod comes tomorrow… but tomorrow never comes.
For every night in my office, I find myself staring at the blinking red numbers of a digital
clock, as I come to the realization that tomorrow does not exist.
Each night, while my eyes turn dry from the cold air, I witness the anticipated future morph
into the already-fading present.
I wait for God to sit upon my window sill, and look out over the dark houses that line the
I wait for his arrival tomorrow.
I anticipate his coming.
The clock blinks twelve.
He must be running late.
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