A hard wind blows in through the window.
Behind a young man, who is resting in a chair, a form appears.
"Who's there?" the young man questioned.
"I am" came a voice.
The sharp, radiant outline a man comes into focus. A monochrome shadow. Well dressed and groomed. Standing with good posture.
Young man: What is it you want from me?
Gentleman: I could sense that you were feeling alone. I came to speak with you.
Young man: Very well, but who are you? You were clearly a man before...
Gentleman: Who I am isn't important. I took this form for its familiarity.
Young man: Then you're a phantom. I would prefer to know how you truly look.
The
I went to mark another day off on the calender
It occurred to me then that the spaces were blank
No numbers or names
Just days and days without meaning
I kept running across the clouds because I knew that if I stopped, I would fall
I felt like I was made of lead and couldn't go on any longer
When I finally found you, I could no longer use my legs
You held me up there with the dreams and the stars and the sun
Paradise in the arms of sky-borne muse
As I rested my head inside your chest, I closed my eyes and slept
I woke and found myself falling
When had you let go?
Had I ever found you?
Perhaps you were the peace before death
But when I look up at the ever distant sky, I see your face between the clouds
It was all real, if I fall, I will be lost between the worlds
There are no expl
Today, class, we're all going to make Mother's Day cards! And why are we making Mother's Day cards? Anthony, why don't you tell us.
"I don't know. I don't love my mother."
Anthony! That's not nice to say. Of course you love your mother. She's...your mom!
"But I don't love her. She's terrible to me."
No, no, no! Anthony, you love your mother. You're suppose to love your mother unconditionally. That's the way things are.
"She hits me! And she leaves me alone for hours."
She's doing it because she loves you Anthony. Don't you understand? Christopher's mother left when he was five, but he still loves her. Right, Chris? Don't you love your m
Where my subservient women at? by xXMezXx, literature
Literature
Where my subservient women at?
(Tires screeching)
CRASH
"Uhhnn. Uhhh. Barbara, honey, are you okay?"
I think so...only...
"What is it?"
Well, when we hit the tree, a branch went through my chest.
"Oh..."
It's okay, baby, I promise.
"Okay, good. I was worried that we'd miss the game. Should I call an ambulance or something?"
Oh, I don't want to be any trouble. I'm sure it'll be fine in the morning. You go ahead meet up with your friends.
"Thanks Barb. I love you."
I love you t...what are you doing?
"I don't want to go the game alone. I got the number off that waitress from Chilli's that one time."
Oh, that's okay...I guess. Well, I love you too. Have fun with y
Hey Dani. What's goin- Whoa. Why is Johnny crying?
"Sigh. You know, the usual reason. I told him the truth."
Oh no. The truth about what?
"Well he asked me how I felt about our relationship. He wanted me to be honest. I said that I loved him and that I wanted to only be with him and that I could live happily if I could spend my life making him happy. After that he sort of crumpled up and started crying."
Jeez Dani. You know you're suppose to lie about your feelings. You say that every is fine the way it is. And if he says that he wants more than that, you roll with it. Never tell someone that you love them when you mean it.
"I guess you'
"Stop asking me why I want to do it. I've outgrown my cage; I'm expanding."
But this is dangerous. We don't know what's in that cave.
"Neither did anyone else until they went into it."
Well, aren't you scared?
"Of course I am, that's why I wanted you to come with me."
Aww. No way, man. I'm not going to step into that thing.
"Why?! You'll be fine. People do this all the time. Come on. I don't want to go alone."
I'm sorry man, I can't help you.
"Who am I suppose to do this with then?"
I don't know.
"I'm going in anyway. I have to."
Sorry.
"..."
Remember to tell your friends by xXMezXx, literature
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Remember to tell your friends
"This is your pilot speaking. Folks, I'll be honest with you. I have no idea where we are. We've been flying over this ocean for 3 hours now and we're running out of fuel. We could try and make a water landing but then I realized that my wife had left me and she took our daughter with her. She says I act like my father when I drink too much. Anyway, I thought it would be nice if we all died in the ocean. This may make you sad but take pleasure at the thought that you aren't going to die alone."
A hard wind blows in through the window.
Behind a young man, who is resting in a chair, a form appears.
"Who's there?" the young man questioned.
"I am" came a voice.
The sharp, radiant outline a man comes into focus. A monochrome shadow. Well dressed and groomed. Standing with good posture.
Young man: What is it you want from me?
Gentleman: I could sense that you were feeling alone. I came to speak with you.
Young man: Very well, but who are you? You were clearly a man before...
Gentleman: Who I am isn't important. I took this form for its familiarity.
Young man: Then you're a phantom. I would prefer to know how you truly look.
The
I went to mark another day off on the calender
It occurred to me then that the spaces were blank
No numbers or names
Just days and days without meaning
Today, class, we're all going to make Mother's Day cards! And why are we making Mother's Day cards? Anthony, why don't you tell us.
"I don't know. I don't love my mother."
Anthony! That's not nice to say. Of course you love your mother. She's...your mom!
"But I don't love her. She's terrible to me."
No, no, no! Anthony, you love your mother. You're suppose to love your mother unconditionally. That's the way things are.
"She hits me! And she leaves me alone for hours."
She's doing it because she loves you Anthony. Don't you understand? Christopher's mother left when he was five, but he still loves her. Right, Chris? Don't you love your m
Where my subservient women at? by xXMezXx, literature
Literature
Where my subservient women at?
(Tires screeching)
CRASH
"Uhhnn. Uhhh. Barbara, honey, are you okay?"
I think so...only...
"What is it?"
Well, when we hit the tree, a branch went through my chest.
"Oh..."
It's okay, baby, I promise.
"Okay, good. I was worried that we'd miss the game. Should I call an ambulance or something?"
Oh, I don't want to be any trouble. I'm sure it'll be fine in the morning. You go ahead meet up with your friends.
"Thanks Barb. I love you."
I love you t...what are you doing?
"I don't want to go the game alone. I got the number off that waitress from Chilli's that one time."
Oh, that's okay...I guess. Well, I love you too. Have fun with y
Hey Dani. What's goin- Whoa. Why is Johnny crying?
"Sigh. You know, the usual reason. I told him the truth."
Oh no. The truth about what?
"Well he asked me how I felt about our relationship. He wanted me to be honest. I said that I loved him and that I wanted to only be with him and that I could live happily if I could spend my life making him happy. After that he sort of crumpled up and started crying."
Jeez Dani. You know you're suppose to lie about your feelings. You say that every is fine the way it is. And if he says that he wants more than that, you roll with it. Never tell someone that you love them when you mean it.
"I guess you'
"Stop asking me why I want to do it. I've outgrown my cage; I'm expanding."
But this is dangerous. We don't know what's in that cave.
"Neither did anyone else until they went into it."
Well, aren't you scared?
"Of course I am, that's why I wanted you to come with me."
Aww. No way, man. I'm not going to step into that thing.
"Why?! You'll be fine. People do this all the time. Come on. I don't want to go alone."
I'm sorry man, I can't help you.
"Who am I suppose to do this with then?"
I don't know.
"I'm going in anyway. I have to."
Sorry.
"..."
Remember to tell your friends by xXMezXx, literature
Literature
Remember to tell your friends
"This is your pilot speaking. Folks, I'll be honest with you. I have no idea where we are. We've been flying over this ocean for 3 hours now and we're running out of fuel. We could try and make a water landing but then I realized that my wife had left me and she took our daughter with her. She says I act like my father when I drink too much. Anyway, I thought it would be nice if we all died in the ocean. This may make you sad but take pleasure at the thought that you aren't going to die alone."
A hard wind blows in through the window.
Behind a young man, who is resting in a chair, a form appears.
"Who's there?" the young man questioned.
"I am" came a voice.
The sharp, radiant outline a man comes into focus. A monochrome shadow. Well dressed and groomed. Standing with good posture.
Young man: What is it you want from me?
Gentleman: I could sense that you were feeling alone. I came to speak with you.
Young man: Very well, but who are you? You were clearly a man before...
Gentleman: Who I am isn't important. I took this form for its familiarity.
Young man: Then you're a phantom. I would prefer to know how you truly look.
The
I'm a simpleton that likes to poke at things I don't understand. I talk too much. I love games. I want to save children from their parents, teachers, and social assumptions/expectations. Perfect: Autumn, sunset, and headphones in the woods.