Yahtzee

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A breath against the foggy window. The sweet aroma of a morning shower. The lonely sound of footsteps on tile. Fixated on the cieling from the floor of my room. The miraculous feeling of being on my own.

She stared into his sinster eyes that seemed to glow red and radiate absolute hatred. She wanted to lash out but she was afraid to even breathe. Her heart stumbled as it tried to relax and her eyes tried to escape his menacing glare, she wondered who the hell she had chosen.

The slightest sound made a shiver run down his spine. He smiled like nothing had happened, the pursuit of sheer comfort was still a long journey away from him.

date

I can't remember how long its been since I last looked into your eyes. Maybe it was yesterday or a week ago. All I remember is laying on the ground looking at up at the sun through my window, or maybe I was looking at the stars. I think its August 5th, or was that a month ago? I remember, its January 28th, or maybe its December. I can't remember when the last time we kissed was could it have been 3 days ago? I can't remember the date it was when we first dated.

Running to catch the train, everyone rushes. People jump aboard and others are pushed out of the way. I grab onto the railing and let the train pull me as I jump up in the platform. My knee hits the doorway and my heel slips off of the platform, I fall flat on my butt and everyone tramples me, my train of thought disapears with a tail of strangers following behind; I'm left with an aching spine.

Id take you by the hand if I could, id hold your face in my hands. Id kiss you on the cheek if I could, id kiss you on your lips cuz I can. Id put your face on every canvas, id make stain glass portraits for my walls. Id paint your hands and display your arms, a gorgeous elusive art. I want to capture your personality with every stroke I make, with your lollipop lips and your vibrant smile, I want to create a gallery of your beauty.

If a rabbit hops and a dreamer hopes, and the waves of tomorrow crash on the sand we sink our feet into today, can we really reach all we desire? If were hoping to hope but were nowhere near achieving, is it a waste of time? May I sit on a balcony and hope for Romeo to arrive? May I hold my breath and hope to survive? Is hope pathetic in a way but our savior in another? Where does hope go when all hope is lost? If I may see colors in the dark and stars shine brighter midnight, will hope reside forever in the dark cortex of my mind?

tank

Looking at the tank upside down its so strange to understand the role gravity plays in our lives. The water stays put and the fish float aimlessely, upside down. Looking at the tank from where I'm sitting, my back where my butt should be and my head in replacement of my feet, everything looks like its been glued to everything else. In fact, the water being held looks like its almost coming toward me. The pressure on my head is persisting and my stomach is staring to feel sick but I'm still looking at that upside down fish tank wondering why we don't call the surface the bottom.

I took everything about you, your beauty, your charm, your flaws, your annoying way of ingoring when I'm mad at you. I distilled everything about you and concluded what i believe you are; nothing but the pure perfection of an imperfect human being.

An alarm sounded through the entire shopping center. A crowed scurried around the exits all looking for who would be the possible theif. The sharp, piercing sound of the crying alarm rang louder and louder as time seemed to go by. I looked around frantically with a pain gnawing at my chest. I fell to the ground, why wasn't anyone helping me? My chest bled and everyone looked around at the doors of stores. It was stolen, my heart was stolen and I was gasping for air. The alarm wailed in my hears and I reached for something to shake me to a more comfortable place. I sat up, my alarm clock sang, 6 am, time to get ready for school.

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