“People are beautiful.” He said, such a small statement yet it left me feeling every ounce of the weight of my bones beneath my very skin, fingernails scratching at my lanky arms with frustration. It’s 3:00 am and I fail to find sleep, there are too many fucking sheep, before there are none. A burnt out cigarette and a can of Diet Coke later I’m still thinking of the curves of his rose tainted lips and the wrinkles around his smile as his eyes fill up with ecstasy or passion he’s got me by the chest and I can’t breathe.
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So it’s my friends eighteenth birthday and me along with about nine of my friends decide we want to hold a birthday party for her. So we start planning for this big day about two weeks early, making sure nothing and I mean NOTHING goes wrong. We carefully pick an incredibly expensive and sophisticated restaurant and we order an even more expensive cake in hopes of making her happy. Slowly but surly the big day rolls around, at about 5pm I pick my friend up from her house and we head towards this restaurant, now our friend that had ordered the cake had given the online store the address of the restaurant as it’s where we were all going to pay for the cake together.
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Grains of salt sit at my feet, thoughts that go beyond my reach. I often find myself captivated between plastic philosophies and diamond decorated lies. This life is nothing more than a mere picture on a screen, reflecting the things we wish to seek and those we die trying to grasp. As our timelines are stained by mistakes that we scramble to disguise. I learnt today that women are still sold upon shelves in warehouses, shipped in boxes cloaked with wine, futures sealed in fingers that grip their thighs and eyes that are drained of fires replaced with stone cold hands that make sure those voices are never heard as their bodies burn in emotions that can never be understood.
This world is nothing more than an ugly mirror on the ground, pieced in and out we may never be able to mend the fractured souls that get caught in its edges, it’s sharp sharp edges. So let it pour! The blood that drips down drains built on filth, bodies that fall between the cracks in someone else’s cash. I learned today that this world is a horrible place. Or perhaps I always knew. -H
~For those who never deserved it.~
You’ve got creativity that swarms in multitudes waiting to fall out from underneath the white-collared button up that makes your shoulders slouch and the weight of each breath weigh a hundred times more than it did yesterday. You’ve got a brain no different from the man sat in the next cubicle but you’ve got a mind that somehow swears to bleed in colors. Maybe it’s the unnumbered intellectual philosophies that linger somewhere between the clouds of sleepless nights that leave you with cigarettes and things that’s you could write, but you never do.
And it’s that feeling of wanting to appropriate the things you visualise into tangible form something that is substantial and you can see it, feel the words on a page as the ink dries and they fall into place one after the other.
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You’ve got ghosts of yesterday that slip into your morning tea as they enter your system to haunt your bones they make your soul quake. And I remember those November nights on swing sets in the park, with frozen toes and hands that refused to stop shaking at once. The chattering of your teeth against each other like spoons that clash in cups of coffee that we cling on to just so we can stay awake. I’ve stopped reading the news it makes me want to puke, how when a celebrity dies at fifty-six having lived a life of fame and love and safety, they cry saying she was taken too soon but those tears you waste away on a person who never knew your name. I’d much rather raise my voice for the little ones that died in Syria, let my tears flow like streams that fall in agony for the ones that were born among gunshots that never sounded like fireworks in the sky to welcome them upon this earth. I’ve stopped watching the news, there’s so much blood and there’s so much pain I’m afraid I won’t be able to write it all away. I’m afraid my ink might not be able to hold the heaviness of the stories that need to be told. I’m afraid my readers might get bored. They’d much rather hear about that celebrity…yeah who was she again?-H
Suffering and smiling are two things I’ve learned to do side by side. Some days it feels like my intellect is collapsing the power to think for myself as it leans on opinions guarded by somebody else, but is that okay? I, I fail to push away the colorless spots my vision often creates, and my solid solid dreams are starting to loose their solidarity they don’t seem that real to me, anymore. Because I built my today on what will happen tomorrow, every day is like the burning wax under a candle flame, it’s never really here to stay. And I wonder how long till that candle withers away and I have to face the day.
Because someone once said that happiness is overrated but how can that be true when happiness is all that I’ve ever chased,
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I’m sat in a large bus with windows that scream of dirt and disease, as I stare outside watching headlights blur into the darkness of the night sky. There’s this heaviness in my chest and I feel like I did on my first day of school as I drag my fingernails across my skin and I watch a girl with purple hair that forms a daze of black as it reaches the top of her head,
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