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I sat here…back and forth…back and forth…

I remembered she held me so tightly back then…back and forth…back and forth…

I wish we could have remained there forever…back and forth…back and forth…

But I had to grow up and she had to grow old. She forgot who I was and mixed up our identities. She mistook me for the guy who took her life away. She took my life away…

Now all I can do is rock..back and forth…back and forth… Holding that grudge until this perpetual forward and backward motion comes to a halt.

Posted By Bee On 05.16.2013 @ 9:58 am

He sits in that goddamn rocking chair, creaking back and forth slowly. She can’t fathom why he’d want to bring a rocking chair to school with him in the first place, but smiles all the same as he curls up under a blanket and loses himself completely in his book.

Posted By Bee On 05.15.2013 @ 11:54 pm

We had a hand. He had a back. Simply as stable knees, I watered down his drink. Then he snored. I thought to myself and said outloud, I think I like him better before.

Posted By bee On 05.09.2013 @ 11:33 pm

stories. pages. ink. that’s what they think of when you say stories. but you think columns of a throat. you think eyes that are always justthere. you think you. when they say stories.

Posted By Bee On 05.06.2013 @ 3:26 pm

they say burning is easy. but you try and light yourself on fire and it never happens. your fingers never curl like the edges of a page. and you are not devoured quickly. turning to grey ash. instead your skin peels and scrapes. as if unwilling to leave. and they say burning is easy.

Posted By Bee On 05.05.2013 @ 9:00 pm

burning. and there are flames rising in your throat. columns of smoke pouring from your eyes. from your mouth. you are suffocating and burning all at once. it’s more like drowning than you would have imagined. your lungs are aching and you fight to breathebreathebreathe. you are drowning and burning and breathing and suffocating all at once.

Posted By Bee On 05.05.2013 @ 6:14 pm

and you burn brighter than any star i’ve ever seen. and i am darker than any sky you’ve ever known. but you smile. and your lips are still here. and you don’t seem to mind my darkness. and i will revel in your light. and you warmth and here and stay. and you burn and i will not. and you stay.

Posted By Bee On 04.14.2013 @ 3:01 am

and you are more than a bright smile. and prettypretty eyes. you are here. you are a pull. and you are more alive than you have any right to be. and i can’t help it. don’t ask for it. and i think i will live in your shadow. and i think i will live.

Posted By Bee On 04.14.2013 @ 2:58 am

and you pull. and you drag. and you call. like it’s easy. like you’ve always done it. and i want drown and surface and stay alive. but you are thrashing waters and you call. and maybe staying on the surface is overrated.

Posted By Bee On 04.14.2013 @ 2:56 am

and you will hold against the wind. and the sea spray. and remember when our lips tasted like salt. and you will be a ship wreck(ed) and an anchor. and they will tell you that you cannot be both. but you remember the taste of salt and the feel of sea spray. and they do not.

Posted By Bee On 04.12.2013 @ 1:14 am

holding man down. Fast waves. ropes and pirates. Boards to sticks. Put me on the plank, mate, i am sure I can swim. Watch me through that one open eye. We all have to begin. Holding this boat down, we can make it if we sin.

Posted By bee On 04.11.2013 @ 5:05 pm

Tarzan. Marvin gaye “I heard it through the grape-viine!” sorry, yet again this isn’t delving into the word vines or its meanings per se, i am the queen of rambling and tangents. i can’t help it. i tangle words like vines in the forest of conversation

Posted By Bee On 04.05.2013 @ 3:12 pm

I’ve never really tried bagels. Not the proper ones in America. with cheese and all sorts of flavours. I’d love to dine in an authentic american diner – like the one in back to the future. Going a bit off topic here. yep that’s my style, my downfall – i can’t help it.

Posted By Bee On 04.04.2013 @ 9:45 am

Thinking requires everything your body has ever experienced. It requires the past, the present, and the future. You bring your experiences and worries into your thoughts. You filter out what you deem unimportant and concentrate, full force, on what matters in your head. Everything matters in your head.

Posted By Bee On 02.05.2013 @ 11:29 am

The blood dripped from her index finger. This was not her intention but she was at the end of her patience and tolerance. He had done this once too often! The disconnection of control n her brain clicked visibly in her eyes.

Posted By Bee On 02.03.2013 @ 1:51 am

Why did I get this word twice?

Mmmm..

“Cool” as in that saying, “cool beans!”

You know..I don’t think I have ever been called “cool” before?

I’m kinda grateful…

Posted By Bee On 01.27.2013 @ 1:45 pm

there is no civilization. there is no way to civilize a human being. we are primal. we are raw. there are hands and feet and eyes and thoughts but there is no cage there is no cage there is no cage except our own ribs and our own skin we must not civilize we must monsterize we must go with the flow and the ebb of our own blood rivers.

Posted By Bee On 10.16.2012 @ 12:39 pm

Grass. Green. Earth. The smell of rain. And something musky and earthy and good. The smell of the wind and the trees. And the leaves.

Posted By Bee On 10.10.2012 @ 2:17 pm

He stands. And I feel him. Feel the shadow. And the dark. And can feel him above. High. Superior. Master. And he laughs. Because he knows. And I know. And now I can’t move. And I can’t breathe. And I can see him.

Posted By Bee On 10.09.2012 @ 9:15 pm

test, not sure, at least you get a chance to say no or return the product (or the person) but can’t always try. trial is for weak, people unable to chose or trial is just mandatory or even it’s one of the marketing tricks I hate the most.

Posted By Bee On 09.22.2012 @ 7:31 am

blindness: the ability to not see. When hearing blindness, one may think of darkness, but to me blindness would keep the darkness at bay. Perhaps blindness is better than being able to see the darkness in the world.

Posted By Bee On 09.15.2012 @ 7:14 pm

blind is when your eyes are shut to the little beauties of life, small things like smiles, small gestures, love, kindness and patience.

Posted By Bee On 09.15.2012 @ 6:47 pm

She stared at the fried greasy pile of potatoes in front of her. They sat down before Caressa did. “Do you want some?” She asked, shoving some into her face. “No. I’ll just drink my water.” Sariah said dryly. “Are you too good for fries now?” Sariah heard Caressa ask, but her mind was somewhere else. Usually she would dig right into the fried pile of goodness, but today, her mind was on what she witnessed in the autopsy room.

Posted By Bee On 09.14.2012 @ 7:58 pm

Cut. Skin split evenly in two. Broken. Red. Splattered across the tiles. And the smell. A coppery tang. Metal. Rusted parts. Wrapped up. In a neat little package.

Posted By Bee On 07.12.2012 @ 11:33 pm

Sit. Still. Silent. Tick tock. Hush hush. Snap. Crack. Gum. Sigh. Tap tap. Fingers drift across the desk. Tick tock.

Posted By Bee On 07.06.2012 @ 12:54 pm

Blink. Blink. Light. One flash. You expect a a beep. And a small martian to descend from a staircase. Such are the wonders of technology. ‘it’s like magic’. Blink. Blink.

Posted By Bee On 07.05.2012 @ 5:09 am

the tracks thundered as the monstrous steam engine raced along the metal, screeching and hissing with the force of hot air. the passengers inside were all preoccupied, far to busy to notice one another, involved in their own small worlds of imagination and/or real life. so much life on one engine, more than anyone thought possible.

Posted By Bee On 07.04.2012 @ 12:16 am

Ice cream. Sunshine. And rain. A small drizzle. And her smile. Just that. Just her smile. And the smell of the earth. And her smile. And the rain. And her sunshine. Hers.

Posted By Bee On 06.30.2012 @ 7:16 am

And what is there left to give? Parts given to all who had wanted them. And more to the ones who scorned them. Everything given. Taken. No. No. Given. Always given.

Posted By Bee On 06.26.2012 @ 1:58 pm

Give. Give. Give. Take not but give. Again. And again. And again. But give what? And to whom? How? When? Where? Why? Give. Give.

Posted By Bee On 06.26.2012 @ 1:43 pm