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Jerk AlertThe trees that surrounded the House were dull and lifeless. Grey and brown leaves littered and blew across the dead grass. It was around the end of Autumn and nothing was going on. None of the Oddjects seemed to have any energy to do anything. Not even Hayley, who was basically energy itself.
Rain puttered against the windowpane. It was sound, steady and sleepy enough to lull anyone into deep dreams of lazy gray days.
No one bothered to talk, no one bothered to go outside.
Tony sat at the table with a newspaper and a cup of steaming tea. He glanced across the table to Hayley, who was playing Angry Birds on her palm in her immense boredom.
The puppets had chosen to go camping, leaving all Oddjects with nothing to kill, and nothing to satisfy their testy tempers.
"This is really boring," muttered Hayley in a tone that would make Harry proud.
Ender glanced up from where he stood reading in the kitchen by the warm furnace outlet.
Tony huffed and set down his teacup. "No, I ag
Even in the Storm, Leave the Light On"But it's a quarter to..!!"
"I DON'T CARE!!" shrieked an angry lamp Oddject. "I don't CARE what time it is!"
"How can you not care about the time?!" The blue clock man screeched.
"I'll tell you somethin' pal!" spat Liam, "The sun tells me what time it is! The sun has told time since before it even began!!"
Tony opened his mouth to blurt a comeback, but nothing was coming out.
"I'm right aren't I?!" He sneered, "You know I'm right! I don't need your bloody clocks and wristwatches! I know damn well what the time is!"
Tony's left eye twitched.
"Fine, fine! Whatever! You're right! Now go away!" He waved his gloved hand dismissively.
"I will!" Liam shouted and stormed outside, slamming the door so hard, the house rattled.
Perched outside on the front stoop, Francine reclined lazily against the threshold. Her eyes had been shut in a light nap, but they snapped open when she felt the tremor caused by Liam's door-slamming rage.
She sat herself up when he stalked onto the porch.
Liam pulled a s
Consequences of Our Actions"It's a horrible process, a horrible experience, and more often than not, a horrible outcome."
Was that a lie?
It very well could've been.
After what happened with her?
He didn't even want to think about trying it on anyone else.
All he remembered was the white hot flash of pain, the shriek and the promise.
The promise to never do it ever again.
"Memories make you into who you are. If you lose yours, you'll change. I don't want you to change, you're my friend. You're perfect as you are."
He was too afraid to admit that to himself at the time. He was a coward. Burned an empty hole into her mind, just to save his own skin.
A horrible process.
He remembered how she paled and cried and begged for him not to. She wept and wailed and told him over and over she'd stay quiet.
Oh, how it hurt him to see her that way.
But he couldn't bear it.
The whites in her eyes turned towards him as it he and all their talks and jokes and arguments faded away from her memor
Just Relaxa boy was crying at his desk.
A tall man with narrow shoulders loomed over him like a shadow
"FIX IT." he bellowed, jamming a finger to the boy's head.
"I'm t-trying...!!" he whispered through his tears.
"You call that FIXING?! You're making it worse!"
"You pathetic excuse for a child!"
The man raised a hand to strike the boy.
Ender jolted awake with a sharp breath. He sat up in bed so violently, he nearly tumbled out of the sheets. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his temples and the back of his neck.
His room was dead silent. The only thing to be heard was his heart hammering against his chest. His breaths were shaking and shallow.
What a nightmare...
Ender thought he'd pushed those memories out.
But no, his subconscious had brought them back to the surface.
The eraser curled up into a ball, his head between his knees. He gripped his hair as his shoulders still jerked with trembles.
After a moment, he relaxed and slowly pushed his legs over th
It Never RainsThe day was hot.
It was long.
It was boring
“Dammit!” whined Floyd, “I hate summer. There’s nothing to do. NOTHING.” She flopped down on the couch, resting her head in the lap of her companion, Haley. Haley glanced down from the game of Angry Birds on her palm and cocked an eyebrow. “How can you hate summer?”
“And it never rains!”
"And I feel like I'm meltiiinnngggg..."
Haley huffed and blew a strand of hair from her eyes. "Stop being a whiny bitch."
The guitar laughed. "We could go hit up the town."
“Floyd, we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Think we’ll meet Courage?”
Haley snickered. “Dude, how awesome would that be?”
“Sorta. But it’d be even MORE boring, cuz it never fuckin ra-..”
“DID SOMEONE SAY RAIN?”
Gardening (SkarrxReader)You are walking through the streets
of that one neighborhood. The neighborhood of eerie, discolored slums that the few odd residents called home.
From the slanted roofs to the crackling walls, you don't consider this place a family-friendly environment.
You stroll along the sidewalk, finally coming to what you call a sight for sore eyes.
Poking out like a rose among thorns is a tidy, fit lawn, green as can be. The house isn't the finest, but then again, none of them are. You cross the lawn and lean over the wooden picket fence that encircles the back courtyard. Sure enough, the first thing you see amongst the mass of flora is a brown sunhat bobbing along the tomato plants.
You watch a bit longer until the owner of the sunhat appears through the small thicket of vines and buds. He notices you, looking only a bit surprised at first, but offers a small wave with his gloved hand.
"Greetings!" he calls, "Lovely day, isn't it?"
You wave back and nod. "Mmhm. Not a cloud in the
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, i do.
i may not see the moon, but
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
CallousedDon't let me go,
I'm afraid of the cold,
The games you've played have gotten old,
The words you say have shriveled and wilted,
The world's lost it's axis,
Round, and round, and round, and round,
A pin drops, but no one's around.
The night crashes down,
Like the vase that you threw,
Did you see the glass shatter?
The blood you drew
As I picked up the pieces.
And ran after you.
Your heart is black, but your hands are gold,
Under the gild, there's crackling coal,
Hardened and calloused, like your heartless soul,
How could I have ever dreamed you were someone to hold?
Drenched in my regret,
And my spirit is sold.
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