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Six more monthsShe clings to my hand, sniffling against the tears that neither of us can stop. A hollow dull ache fills the back of our minds, pressing out in the same shade of fear and anticipation. You don't know, she says, but I do. The next five words come as easily to my lips as hers, slipping across them with the indifference and detachment of well-worn use. I'm afraid to go home.Six more months
My eyes barely stray from the asphalt before us, watching the progress of little white freeway lines as they pass by uncounted. When they do leave the road, my eyes settle on her, on the way she's trying to
by ~Kyrwyn
CatHis eyes were yellow. I can remember peering into them with such intense curiosity, focusing on the narrow black slits of his pupils until my forehead began to itch and I could feel my back arch as he yawned lazily. Then I would let Terri's cat escape to his perch on the bookshelf where he was safe from scrutiny.Cat
I don't think her cat liked me. I can't remember his name. I suppose I didn't like him all that much either.
I can remember so little of her house, but so much of what went on there. Paris standing beside the window reciting her lessons in carefully measured words. Her head would always tilt just so, her han
by ~Kyrwyn
Fear of fallingThe rain fell loudly outside our apartment, but the overhang kept our balcony mostly dry. The chill wrapped around my shoulders and bit into my toes. It hadn't rained that hard in almost a year.Fear of falling
I stood on the balcony, leaning my shoulder against the rough stucco wall for balance and listening to the rain. The scent from the mint plant beside the railing, stronger in the high humidity, added a clean, clear overtone to the dusty, earthy smell of new rain. I feel a connection to the weather, particularly rain. The skies cry for me on nights when I do not have tears of my own. Or maybe it has always only seemed this way. Maybe it wa
by ~Kyrwyn
ArroganceSoft white light shone down from the fixture above our dining room table, harsher that night for the darkness in my thoughts. Her voice still echoed in my mind. Damage control. If you can see it coming, you have a chance to prepare for it. I pressed my lips together, closed my eyes and drew a deep breath. The pleasant stink of tuber-roses clung to the back of my throat as I slowly exhaled.Arrogance
Nights like this were always the same, almost interchangeable. Substitute plain wax tapers for the simple light fixture, place a few cards on the table– two of disks, inverted ace of cups. Even with the best of intentions, I always seemed
by ~Kyrwyn
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"most of this garbage I write
that these people seem to like
is about you, and how I let you infect my life..."
-Atmosphere
This inconsistency, incongruousness between my thoughts and the world around me, has kept me writer's-blocked and none too friendly. There've been so many moments I wanted to capture, but my heart's just not in it this week. The words lie flat and lifeless on the page. Too still and silent to even be mocking my lapse in creativity. Ochre, or some other unpleasant color that, when taken on its own or in excess, serves nothing but its own repugnance but shades and highlights well in moderation.
When my mind returns from this ochre-hued melancholy, I'll be back. For now, thank you for the lovely comments and for continuing to share your artwork and words with the rest of the community. Even if I can't write very well right now, I can appreciate the beautiful contributions everyone else has made.
~K
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"Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly." The Dalai Lama
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"Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly." The Dalai Lama
Thanks for stopping by my page and all your kind words, much appreciated!
Katie was right, you are a very gifted writer indeed.
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So what if i'm a boy who likes to play with dolls
That does not make me Gay
It makes me God
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"most of this garbage I write
that these people seem to like
is about you, and how I let you infect my life..."
-Atmosphere
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"Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly." The Dalai Lama
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