Entries By Scythe42
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whiskey
The whiskey bottle shatter on the floor. The pieces of glass looked brassy from the liquid, and the man’s head sloshed back and forth, wondering what he was doing at 3 in the morning drinking whiskey and losing his mind to love.
Posted By Scythe42 On 08.08.2010 @ 7:50 pm
fences
I think there’s a wall between what you want and what you have, and a lot of times that wall is being mute, silence filling the air like broken glass fills a kitchen floor. Something happens, and tensions ensue, and ties are broken, conversation resistant to continue. Fences are merely lines we cannot cross that we create for ourselves. They are unnecessary.
Posted By Scythe42 On 08.03.2010 @ 11:58 pm
miles
I just know that dress belongs to someone else, someone fun and youthful, daring, always running miles and miles to get to their destination. I just don’t have the determination, the style, to fly along the railroad tracks in that purple dress, flowing in the wind. It’s too light for me, too bright, too stylish. I could never run miles and miles.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.30.2010 @ 10:28 pm
maid
The maid stared at the woman’s hand, smooth and feminine, bright fingernails, and a shiny, shiny diamond on her finger. She has no idea what she’s gotten into.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.28.2010 @ 1:05 am
strung
She strung up her clothes, looked into the mirror, into her past lovers, past memories of blue knit sweaters and white cashmere, gray sweatshirts and green t-shirts, blue eyes and brown hair, soft skin and rough hands. Soulful talks and silly jokes. She strung ‘em all up, and left them out in the sun to dry off in the purple air, for a new day.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.26.2010 @ 11:28 pm
half
Everyone likes to eat half of a sandwich, or half of a pizza, or half of a hot dog. For some reason my stomach is smaller than every other stomach I meet, greeting my stomach with a glare and a smirk. Laughing at its small, wasteful mouth, as every other stomach does that I pass by.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.25.2010 @ 9:16 pm
complete
Sometimes I don’t feel complete. It’s not about relationships, or passion, or hobbies. It’s not about new rugs with a victorian style and traditional taste.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.24.2010 @ 7:36 pm
sudden
The door creaked suddenly, a man waiting in the shadows just for you, listening to your voice as sweet as caramel, tangy as real orange juice, whispering to your beloved. But the branch shook against the house from the wind, and suddenly the door creaked open.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.23.2010 @ 11:20 pm
leash
The cat couldn’t figure out what was going on. There seemed to be something strangling it, the outside just inches away from its paws. It sprawled on the floor, looking for someone to cut the ties and let it go, let it hunt and feel feathers in its teeth again, wind cooling its bright yellow fur, leaves crunching under it like a snap of a bunny’s neck. But it was leashed.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.15.2010 @ 2:46 pm
forgotten
The worn down building looked so forgotten. Lost, in a sea of black ashes and rubble. It seemed that it never moved into the future, crackled paint and rusted color. It seemed to live and breathe tragedy, the tragedy so many people are weeping over still today. The memories, to only some, are still alive. But the building, just as forgotten as the stars in the daylight.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.13.2010 @ 12:16 am
People forget a lot. Forget their car keys, their wallets, their television remotes. They forget to pay the bills on time some days, and forget to empty the dishwasher, or do the laundry. They forget to go out to lunch with an old friend, forget where they grew up in, who they used to be, what kind of person they’ve become. People forget many things, many important things. Time makes people forget.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.13.2010 @ 12:07 am
secure
Secure the border. Everyday, dust churning in the air, so much you could choke on it, swallow it whole like the life you live in could swallow you. And running is all you can do to stop the suffocation, the gangs, the lifestyle. So you churn dust until you get across the border. And that’s all you can hope for.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.11.2010 @ 11:29 pm
pawn
Pawns, given up first, sacrificed for the team, the “one for all” type theology. Walking into a black window at night, after having a few beers and playing a few video games, drinking alone. Always alone. And thinking what your life would be like if you had that snazzy tie with blue stripes, or looked like you were somebody. If people mistook you for a nice, generous, endearing man because you wore a suit instead of a jump suit. If you had a briefcase instead of a 6-pack, and excersiced instead of just kicking back. And you lived with meaning, with hope of a wife and a family and a good job and a house full of laughs and giggles and sighs and shouts. Full of anything really.
But someone has to be the pawn.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.03.2010 @ 11:31 pm
salute
Salute to the soldiers, bloody and battered in war, minds ripping apart like string cheese, white and pale like their own flesh and blood they have destroyed over and over again, to help the sick, the poor and the dying. It seems they must kill to be morally right. How ironic it is.
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.01.2010 @ 11:19 pm
trend
Trends are barely standing anymore. People want to stand out, stand over, stand around, and do nothing, but look cool and be individual. Individualism has destroyed trends, which I am not a fan of, and never have been. Why would anyone like something because someone else likes it?
Posted By Scythe42 On 07.01.2010 @ 12:01 am
velvet
The rope looked like a red velvet cake. The boy walked along it, and wondered why he couldn’t go to the other side. On the other side was a fancy place for fancy adults. He wondered why he couldn’t just walk under it. He heard it was a sacred rope. Velvet. He licked his lips and turned the other way.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.25.2010 @ 10:55 pm
tide
The tide ripples like a computer humming in the background of your apartment building, fur sprawled on the desk, looking up at you with beady eyes saying, please please pet me, or else I will ruin your amazing laptop.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.22.2010 @ 11:58 pm
bleach
Sometimes music makes words so tiny, little ants under our feet on the swing set outside, wishing it wouldn’t rain until Monday night. And the world just floats away on a big purple balloon, like Willy Wonka, we can escape reality and travel to another world, light as music.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.22.2010 @ 1:07 am
Bleach is the whitest thing i’ve seen, music is the closest I can describe bleach, whiteness, pouring over your eyes, your ears, sweet chocolate like you’ve never heard before.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.22.2010 @ 12:55 am
without
Without is a very obscure word. You could say without water we would all die. You could say without crabby, annoying comments, we would all be better off. You could say without relationships, or any connection to people whatsoever, we would all die a little inside. You could say lots of things.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.18.2010 @ 10:45 pm
driven
They were driven to the end of sleep. They had numerous cups of coffee, worked through the night on the blueprints, and were so determined as to take 5-hour energy to stay awake. They were left with their heads on the desks. Sleep you cannot escape.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.14.2010 @ 10:33 pm
brave
People are supposed to be confident and think happy thoughts and say You can do it, but my brain doesn’t work that way. It somehow produces every negative thing on the planet into one sentence and points it towards me. And sometimes, but only sometimes, do I prove myself wrong.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.11.2010 @ 10:37 pm
The bravest people are usually the most determined, mainly one sided, and possible righteous. However, they could also be those evil villains on TV shows you see everyday where you wonder “how could someone be that evil?” But apparently some people are just evil, even if it might be because of environmental factors as opposed to nature. But it doesn’t matter, the guy’s freakin’ evil. He should die.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.11.2010 @ 10:25 pm
hawk
The hawk had black feathers, and wonderful curly tails. He looked like a Digimon creature that I used to watch a few years ago, and I wondered how something like that ever came into existence. There used to be birds that couldn’t even fly. So how come this one is able to?
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.08.2010 @ 11:33 pm
remark
The remark was heartless and quite cruel, like a softball, jammed right between your glasses and your eyes, blood running down your arm like African tributaries of the Amazon, maroon red as Rwanda and the corruptness of thousands of British.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.07.2010 @ 11:23 pm
suit
Something about being human you only find in the internet. In the words that you just get right away, without having the same, “Hi how are you?” “oh i’m alright”. All the meaningless words we say don’t compare to the anonymous friendship that comes with reading those amazing, connecting words.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.06.2010 @ 12:38 am
The suit was wrinkled, an old 1940s suit. It looked so antique. The boy stepped into the brightest room he’s ever seen, and sat in a chair awkwardly. He couldn’t do this. He didn’t belong here. Stupid dances.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.06.2010 @ 12:25 am
century
The sentry was down. People were dissolving left and right from the lasers, blue and red, green and yellow. Johnny looked at the screen and sighed. He would never win, not with this attitude. He had to believe.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.02.2010 @ 7:16 pm
gong
The room was filled with underwater strings pulled thickly. The restaurant was under water, the singer flying above with wings of gold and sunshine. The melody fluttered through the forests, the paradise of jazz.
Posted By Scythe42 On 06.02.2010 @ 12:02 am
