

BladeIt's not the sight of blood tracing the path of least resistance out and across my body that calls me to this place again and again.Blade
It's not the tendril of silver-white scars wrapped around my wrist with a death grip, barely noticeable, that draws my fingers to the handle.
It's not the natural high of adrenaline and anticipation as the blade rests against my skin that convinces me I need this,
just one more time.
It is an addiction to the only sensation, the last emotion t


SpeechBeep beep beep. The patient next door has called for a nurse. My gaze drifts from the window to the door, following the sound of the buzzer and her moans, both incessant.Speech
The doctor was kind, though well rehearsed, when he told me youd be dead in a few hours. I made the requisite phone calls, and now the family is trickling past in groups of two or three, offering hollow words of sympathy. Im tempted to tell them I wished for this day every night of my childhood.
Beep beep beep. Her gasps of pain drift through the door, punctuated by cries for help.&


ProofI have no proof,Proof
only evidence.
I can tell you
a story, paint a picture of a girl too scared to tell of an action she doesnt understand, too confused to recognize her own pain, too hurt to remember.
Ive come to know her well. She cried in my arms as her mind and body remembered, she raged at me when her silence hurt more than his touch, and I held her hand as she began to heal.
Her eyes ask me for proof that someday the pain will end, the nightmares will no longer haunt he
Reach
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braaaaaainsss...
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
This is what I was trying to show you.
AEH
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"The ultimate aim of the martial arts lies not in victory or defeat. Instead it lies in the perfection of those who participate." -- Gichin Funakoshi
I'm looking for literary or sf/fantasy magazines to submit to, if you know of any, drop me a line!
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this be my anti-homophobia statement: [link]
Were too young to die
Lined up against the scatterd skies
In this town
All the young pepole said
On this windless night
Were trying to change somting
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Some of the best moments in life are those when you just wake up and for those few, brief moments, you don't remember anything.. where the sorrow, anger, and pain of reality can't reach you..
..that is happiness..
Thanks for the
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
I like your work as well
Have a nice day,
Holly (as)
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At the moment of commitment, the entire universe conspires to assist you. (Goethe)
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braaaaaainsss...
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braaaaaainsss...
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