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Only sad piano keys fit this lock in me tonight. I say to the stranger reading this I never would have accepted Yoshi paying me back if i knew those decorations on him was how he did it: he sold his japanese ass to sad old men who gave all their love to a god that is soulless, alienating and unnatural; money.Posted By drew On 07.16.2012 @ 8:50 pm
and you think about blood that’s wet and cold against your face; you think of your old grandmother’s red bucket beside a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain, and you say, “sometimes the world just stops.”
and he laughs and goes, “but not today.”
and he pulls the trigger and the world explodes and you’re frozen in place, watching the red stain with one thought in your mind.
this is the end.Posted By Drew On 07.08.2012 @ 8:29 pm
distributing god, the sun set across the bay. its light met my soul as it did the water that seemed to match my stillness, and as it drew near to the horizon it became a dot above the line of light; an “i” as i whispered “am” - I am star dust seeking star light, forever.Posted By drew On 06.26.2012 @ 4:46 pm
“I think it’s time to move on,” she said finally. The raindrops trailing down her cheeks in rivulets made her look almost as if she were crying; or maybe it was just his twisted fantasy, longing for her to be as broken about this as he was.
“Don’t make this any harder for us, Joe,” she urged him, half-turning away. “It . . . it’s enough already. I mean, what were we thinking, envisioning that this would work out?”
He blinks back his tears, but he could cry freely in this rain and she wouldn’t even notice (or care.) “But, Victoria, I . . . I love you.”
“I thought I did, too.” She says, and that’s what finally breaks him. “But we shouldn’t dwell on past emotions that weren’t true to who we are.” And with that, she turns and walks away, leaving him crying silently in the rain.Posted By Drew On 06.24.2012 @ 3:42 am
When I was a young girl, I hated peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I hated their gooey, thick texture and their boring two-note flavor. I had them far too many times, yet now, I don’t mind them. I guess it takes about ten years to gain a better perspective of those things you used to hate.Posted By Drew On 06.06.2012 @ 4:02 pm
There are few things in this world that we really need. Those things seem to take precedent above all else. Yet, we so often forget that many things we want aren’t necessities, we put too much emphasis on what we should be rather than focusing on what we are. It’s sad really…Posted By Drew On 06.02.2012 @ 11:31 am
The masonry was unrivaled by any who had seen it before. It was to be a statue to end all statues, not a single hairline fracture ran through the marble veins of the incredibly muscled figure. Yet, it was missing something, something that meant it was not remembered, but forever forgotten.Posted By Drew On 05.29.2012 @ 3:24 pm
scales that grew in the thick unknown of past fields is put down as delicate as a page of ancient text in a thin shed of snakeskin that is a shroud shrining what was, has and will emerged from the elapse; as are we, a shedding of time in vast past dark fields of space; a memory of an earlier and still growing, and both infant and ancient, cosmos.Posted By drew On 04.13.2012 @ 8:25 pm