He was standing across the room from her, but she could feel his presence as if he was touching her. She had never seen him before until this moment, but felt as if she knew him already.
Standing alone in the hallway, watching where she had been, the light from the big window in the kitchen angling in, carrying the morning sun to the emptiness. The sound of the door clicking shut still hung in the air like a the particles of dust in the morning light. She was gone.
Michael Wright
The rain kept falling on her yellow hair. Her clothes were drenched, her backpack had fallen to the ground. But yet she remained. Remained standing, like an effigy.
The man in front of her collapsed to the ground, a dark red circle on his shirt pocket, drops of a lighter red scattered on the rest of his body. Almost like it was raining red.
She looked up. She shooter stood there, standing in front of her, his gun aimed at the harmless man sprawling on the wet ground.
He pulled the trigger.
Bang.
The half-dead man writhed a little, and then completely froze, as though playing a game of statues.
T
How long will I stay here?
I’ve been in the same place for a while now.
The horizon looks so tempting, though.
What’s holding me back.
There’s love behind me too.
It’s a pretty pink,
do I want to leave?
From the day we met one another,
your body my eyes spied,
from my finger’s touch you shied,
forcing kisses on you,
so you sighed.
Then we had to hide.
Vied for you soul, I tried.
I almost died.
With my three thirds I cried
desire into your thighs.
“I give up, I give in. I. Give. In.”
Finally you laid aside your pride,
with cuffs of candlewax your wrists I tied
with my tongue your clit’s pearl I pried
with me inside you ride, my dick your cunt’s slide,
No expectations, just surprise.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, die.
Standing in magnificent desolation,
I, your heart’s contender,
the beast called man
see woman’s true figure,
a contour so curved
your bedding drapes itself weakly around your
body, heavy
with sex.
Sex in your soul
a Dark as dark as coal
grabs my dick in satanic control
your pussy my dick rends
cumming white blessings
into your sequenced sequin,
your scarlett hole,
the sillage of our soul, now
Black. Sweat. Sex.
Black sweat sex.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you alive.
Colossus ever standing his duty never done,
(for no one will ever come)
None to relieve him of his watch.
His eyes have long been glazed by moss and wind and sleep denied
His mouth a petulant angle yet to be worn away by time,
Yet still he watches for those who might come
( they will ever come)
Stand your ground. Last man standing. Standing tall. Standing for something. Do you have any standing? When the apes stood up. Perspective is knowledge. Vision provides more information. We all want to stand on top of the world.
Clayton
I’m standing by my window, pack of wintery window stickers in my hands, when something outside catches my eye. I squint, determined to get a better glimpse of it.
Ella
standing alone,
tough,
with winter at my heels
i’m so fucking tired
of being vertical.
sleep eludes me –
i dream of day
during night
and in light i pray
to close my eyes
i am exhausted
I’ve been drinking negativity
these past few weeks
seeping malicious energy through
over worked veins and my
finger tips are bruised with false apathy,
because honestly i really do care
about everything.
and i swim through forests of heartache daily
digging tunnels with a shovel of steel agony.
These tired eyes,
in search for someone who
gives a shit about our world
like i do,
feel the pain of others like
i would my own;
i hate it.
Just trying to make a life for myself, by myself,
standing alone
tough
it’s rough, this life, to stand tall when
the world just wants to destroy me.
I’m becoming sleepy again, slowly drifting
undirected toward a hazy shore, adrift but driven
i wish i was unattached
but i love everything.
i feel connected to nature and it’s terrible.
i just need to rest my head, press my thoughts
into my bed, let go and dream, exhale this
hate that’s been pressed up inside me lately
and breathe back in the love I once carried.
stargirl
IN the middle of the road, she wondered how she got here. She just couldn’t remember. yes, she knew david kicked her out of the car, but how did she get in a position to be abandoned like this and to allow someone to do this to her. She thought she was smarter than this
cindy
On the cusp of progress, just on the edge, I can see it in the distance. Its beautiful colors, varieties and shapes, just on the horizon like a sunset. A few more hours, and I’ll be out there.
Brandon Steward
He was standing. Straight, upright. Unwavering. A sky scraper. A mountain. A flower. Not leaning. Growing, going upwards. Strength, dignity. Having boundaries, self confidence. The ability to resist temptation, to believe in oneself. Monumental.
I’m standing alone on this Earth. No one can make decisions for me. I have to stand on my own and do things for me and only me. I only live once and need to realize that soon.
Katelyn
i could be standing in a crowded room
or standing alone on the edge of a mountain
surrounded by life
and feel dead
because something deep within me
between the spaces of my atoms
cries out for you
i’m with you. right next to you. we will stand arm and arm. we will not let them move us for our cause is a righteous one! you are my brother, you – my sister. we stand together!
standing on top of my head in an oblong field, I sense my fresh white shirt
jack blake
Standing, how long will I be standing on this cold tile floor? Three people still have to sing before I’m up and if I sit I may lose my place in line. I really want this role, what if they think I’ve given up? My feet ache….
As i was standing in the rain listening to rachael yamagata, she came tapping on my shoulder. There she was, standing so beautiful, my mermaid. My love. My one and only. Standing right next to me and never leave me. My mermaid and I, we play in the ocean forever more.
Sasha
Standing in the rain, with the biting wind stinging her cheeks and the smell of her soggy wool sweater making her nauseous, Alice decided that Enough Is Enough and Really, It’s Time to Move On.
Standing in the middle of the road he looked out to the horizon, first in one direction, than the other. She kept to the side walk, glancing nervously down each street for the next car to come and knock him over.
“Oi, stop that now. A car’ll come by and you’ll get run over.”
He turned to her, a wide grin on his face full of teeth.
Standing….alone….on the street corner….in the rain at night. First it is a cool shocking sensation, and then I don’t feeling like standing anymore. I feel like dancing. Right down the middle of the street. Like in the ending to the movie MIchael
The applause roared around the theatre, a thunderous waterfall of sound. The performance had done its job. The people were entertained. As the curtains drew shadows over the players’ faces, they bowed, as one; marionettes moving methodically to the same drum beat.
Why must you have your standing in line here?
standing tall
standing short
I love standing
He was standing across the room from her, but she could feel his presence as if he was touching her. She had never seen him before until this moment, but felt as if she knew him already.
Standing alone in the hallway, watching where she had been, the light from the big window in the kitchen angling in, carrying the morning sun to the emptiness. The sound of the door clicking shut still hung in the air like a the particles of dust in the morning light. She was gone.
The rain kept falling on her yellow hair. Her clothes were drenched, her backpack had fallen to the ground. But yet she remained. Remained standing, like an effigy.
The man in front of her collapsed to the ground, a dark red circle on his shirt pocket, drops of a lighter red scattered on the rest of his body. Almost like it was raining red.
She looked up. She shooter stood there, standing in front of her, his gun aimed at the harmless man sprawling on the wet ground.
He pulled the trigger.
Bang.
The half-dead man writhed a little, and then completely froze, as though playing a game of statues.
How long will I stay here?
I’ve been in the same place for a while now.
The horizon looks so tempting, though.
What’s holding me back.
There’s love behind me too.
It’s a pretty pink,
do I want to leave?
It wont hurt to stay a little longer.
My Shiva,
My pride
From the day we met one another,
your body my eyes spied,
from my finger’s touch you shied,
forcing kisses on you,
so you sighed.
Then we had to hide.
Vied for you soul, I tried.
I almost died.
With my three thirds I cried
desire into your thighs.
“I give up, I give in. I. Give. In.”
Finally you laid aside your pride,
with cuffs of candlewax your wrists I tied
with my tongue your clit’s pearl I pried
with me inside you ride, my dick your cunt’s slide,
No expectations, just surprise.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, die.
Standing in magnificent desolation,
I, your heart’s contender,
the beast called man
see woman’s true figure,
a contour so curved
your bedding drapes itself weakly around your
body, heavy
with sex.
Sex in your soul
a Dark as dark as coal
grabs my dick in satanic control
your pussy my dick rends
cumming white blessings
into your sequenced sequin,
your scarlett hole,
the sillage of our soul, now
Black. Sweat. Sex.
Black sweat sex.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you alive.
Yours Truly,
L.
Sometimes the stillness that comes with solitude seems perpetual. Time stops. As does sanity, apparently. Everything just stands still.
This Stone Man is No Ozymandias
Colossus ever standing his duty never done,
(for no one will ever come)
None to relieve him of his watch.
His eyes have long been glazed by moss and wind and sleep denied
His mouth a petulant angle yet to be worn away by time,
Yet still he watches for those who might come
( they will ever come)
Stand your ground. Last man standing. Standing tall. Standing for something. Do you have any standing? When the apes stood up. Perspective is knowledge. Vision provides more information. We all want to stand on top of the world.
I’m standing by my window, pack of wintery window stickers in my hands, when something outside catches my eye. I squint, determined to get a better glimpse of it.
standing alone,
tough,
with winter at my heels
i’m so fucking tired
of being vertical.
sleep eludes me –
i dream of day
during night
and in light i pray
to close my eyes
i am exhausted
I’ve been drinking negativity
these past few weeks
seeping malicious energy through
over worked veins and my
finger tips are bruised with false apathy,
because honestly i really do care
about everything.
and i swim through forests of heartache daily
digging tunnels with a shovel of steel agony.
These tired eyes,
in search for someone who
gives a shit about our world
like i do,
feel the pain of others like
i would my own;
i hate it.
Just trying to make a life for myself, by myself,
standing alone
tough
it’s rough, this life, to stand tall when
the world just wants to destroy me.
I’m becoming sleepy again, slowly drifting
undirected toward a hazy shore, adrift but driven
i wish i was unattached
but i love everything.
i feel connected to nature and it’s terrible.
i just need to rest my head, press my thoughts
into my bed, let go and dream, exhale this
hate that’s been pressed up inside me lately
and breathe back in the love I once carried.
IN the middle of the road, she wondered how she got here. She just couldn’t remember. yes, she knew david kicked her out of the car, but how did she get in a position to be abandoned like this and to allow someone to do this to her. She thought she was smarter than this
On the cusp of progress, just on the edge, I can see it in the distance. Its beautiful colors, varieties and shapes, just on the horizon like a sunset. A few more hours, and I’ll be out there.
He was standing. Straight, upright. Unwavering. A sky scraper. A mountain. A flower. Not leaning. Growing, going upwards. Strength, dignity. Having boundaries, self confidence. The ability to resist temptation, to believe in oneself. Monumental.
I’m standing alone on this Earth. No one can make decisions for me. I have to stand on my own and do things for me and only me. I only live once and need to realize that soon.
i could be standing in a crowded room
or standing alone on the edge of a mountain
surrounded by life
and feel dead
because something deep within me
between the spaces of my atoms
cries out for you
i’m with you. right next to you. we will stand arm and arm. we will not let them move us for our cause is a righteous one! you are my brother, you – my sister. we stand together!
standing on top of my head in an oblong field, I sense my fresh white shirt
Standing, how long will I be standing on this cold tile floor? Three people still have to sing before I’m up and if I sit I may lose my place in line. I really want this role, what if they think I’ve given up? My feet ache….
As i was standing in the rain listening to rachael yamagata, she came tapping on my shoulder. There she was, standing so beautiful, my mermaid. My love. My one and only. Standing right next to me and never leave me. My mermaid and I, we play in the ocean forever more.
Standing in the rain, with the biting wind stinging her cheeks and the smell of her soggy wool sweater making her nauseous, Alice decided that Enough Is Enough and Really, It’s Time to Move On.
Standing in the middle of the road he looked out to the horizon, first in one direction, than the other. She kept to the side walk, glancing nervously down each street for the next car to come and knock him over.
“Oi, stop that now. A car’ll come by and you’ll get run over.”
He turned to her, a wide grin on his face full of teeth.
Standing….alone….on the street corner….in the rain at night. First it is a cool shocking sensation, and then I don’t feeling like standing anymore. I feel like dancing. Right down the middle of the street. Like in the ending to the movie MIchael
The applause roared around the theatre, a thunderous waterfall of sound. The performance had done its job. The people were entertained. As the curtains drew shadows over the players’ faces, they bowed, as one; marionettes moving methodically to the same drum beat.