Here's a short story that I'd like to share with you, feel free to read and comment, or just read.
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The summer winds had died away, and only heat remained on the p...
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TITLE: Explanations.
I don't need an explanation for the pain I feel,
I don't need a hand to hold to know this is real.
I don't need a life to live, to know I have died.
I don't need an explanation for the things you so often hide.
I don't want an explanation,
Or exception from this pain.
I don't need a reason to dance in the rain.
I don't want to crumble like a brick wall in the starchy plains,
But I don't want to stand for nothing so I can fall for anything.
I am in pain,
The pain that is real,
The pain of your ignorance,
The pain that I feel.
I don't need a reason to want to runaway.
I don't need a friend just to be okay.
I don't need air to fly or to breath.
I don't need time to believe.
I don't need your explanations for all you lies,
And seeing you leave is no real surprise.
~END~
I don't need to explain this poem, but if you want an answer, visit Faded Shaded STars...
~Death be with you.~
Sparkles
Just a poem, a random thought really, but whatever..it is more like a story actually, but hey, again, whatever. I wrote it for....nevermind
~The trees whispered in a chilling wind that spun upon the grasses. The land stretched to the far hills and beyond, tricking the eyes into forever. The last shadows that welcome the night just after sunset were beginning to thicken. As the valley stretched and the tree line towered, a lone plane floated overhead. Whizzing away into the far reaches of the sky, barely visible near the stars, it went, hurled to the air as if by a sullen hand that grasped the wings. A girl, lone and wandering, looked to the sky as the wind set to blow again, and the trees whispered, almost hauntingly in echoes recorded in eternity, of their parting good-bye. And as she lingered a bit longer and retreated slowly back into the woods beyond, the soft summer rains began to fall, signaling the first day of summer as her watch read dimly in the darkness 12:00. She shuddered at the coincidence. The wind tossed her hair into her eyes, and for a brief minute, if only a second's time, she thought she saw him; eyes set on her, soft and taken, face streaked with an air of sadness and forlorn longing. Then, as if a dream had lifted a veil she removed the small strands of hair and he too vanished, like the clouds of a lightning storm does when it has only a moment left to make itself memorable. She uttered a soft sigh of pain, but crept on in the forest tromping on the soggy leaves that lay from the pelting rain and wind. Slowly, so slowly the ears could barely catch it, a voice, his voice rose with the last winds that blew the storm away. She turned, a smile and an answer rising within her but she answered just as the winds stopped. Yet, she could not help but smile at those words: "I'll wait."
It's creepy, I warn you!!!
Title: Beautiful Death
A body christened with a silver watch lay,
Spread like a blood red sheet next to the highway.
Beauty no longer beheld in the eyes,
Twinkling headlights dance on in surprise.
Screeching breaks come to halt,
Grinding gears that pound the asphalt.
Dial tone held to the ear, as deaf hearts listen and do not hear.
Lifted away in a matted black blanket,
Eyes lifeless towards the sky.
Cover the head, lay him to bed,
Way down in the soils to be.
The lovers did lie,
The story posted high,
News that reads of the tale.
A love grown cold and stale.
A body christened with a silver ring,
Spread like a blanket over a bead, rope that dangled overhead,
Beauty no longer beheld in the eyes,
Twinkling, teary eyes dance on in surprise.
Beautiful as death.
I was listening to wine red by the hush sound I just thought of it randomly and had to write it!
~sparkles~feedback please!
I'm okay,
I'm alright,
It's just a scratch that had to bite the flesh.
A flesh wound, nothing more,
See the teardrops are slowing.
Can't you see, no need to call for help now that all is dealt,
I'm okay.
It's just eh false serene,
It's just the day light,
That stops the bloom,
The heat pouring down.
Walk on, winter has kept you long enough.
I'm okay,
Another day, stumbling in an unmarked hallway.
Empty acts, neatly repressed,
Always looking out to the best,
Up to the others down to the floor,
Answer to what you are crying for with a simple singular nod in agreed agony,
Winter has kept me,
It's okay,
I'm okay.
Not much to say, it really speaks for itself, anyway, comment *tiresome day* lots of arguments and failed attempts, no more trying, not denying, only buying the rest of my time.
~dear and dead~Sparkles
