I Have HopeI have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have to remember to breathe every time those words come, I dont want to believe it. I still cant believe it. I remember the first time my counselor looked at me and told me that my depression and anxiety might be something more. Great, I thought, What could possibly be worse than this?
"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places."
-Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Best Friends Last Well Beyond the SeasonsThere is a comfort in the way that wisps of air tickle the underside of golden leaves. They will hover for a moment, before their soft movements bring them towards the ground. Laughter is gilded along Autumn's lips as she looks at her brother. Fall laughs with her, painting her a masterpiece by flecking red and yellow onto leaves. Their footsteps fold breezes against lakes, their calm waters ripple into smiles. A flare of color topples over their heads as Autumn whispers feathery lullabies to the grass. Fall is braiding daylilies and dahlias into his sister's hair, dandelions wreathing their feet. Excitement is bubbling within his eyes as he points out the flight patterns of birds. Rooted deep into a nest of feathergrass they trade secrets with the wind.
There is a Goddess in the RainDrops of water tumble towards the Earth, miniscule craters forming upon their impact. A gust of wind causes each droplet to spiral into the bark of trees and leaves tremble at their touch. Clouds pull apart their seams, their misty fingertips leaving trails along the sky. Summer is busying himself with painting the world in lush hues as Rain brushes past him. He smiles at her, but she does not smile back. Dewdrops garnish her shoulders as she continues to ignore him. Summer does not breathe easy as he begins to pour a deeper green into the grass. His breath flutters as Rain twirls up thunderstorms. Drizzling the ground with lightning, she smiles.
Spring Has Held Life in Her HandsSunlight is pouring past her lips as she cradles newborn fawns. Vines twist and spiral into a calligraphy of green memories; she bats her eyes causing petals to glide on softened breezes. As she hangs leaflets on branches and tucks in tree roots with blankets of moss she smiles. Mountains cry, with snow trickling down their peeks. She places circlets of white flowers at their feet; her hands brush the sliding snow away.
Winter Tries To RememberPerhaps it was the way her delicate crystals would soak and shudder as they touched the earth. The first few times the flakes fell they would wither and die, but they were laying a foundation for the ones to follow. Maybe it was her hushed movements that could bring the busiest streets to a standstill. Each snowflake formed piles of white petals on windshields as the storm carried on. Maybe it was how she would string subtle wreaths along windowsills by the break of dawn. Or it could have been how, even in a frosted rage, her beauty shone through to him.
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TheFulkrum [the founder] says I'm to help with literature related things at dALinkSystem [which I love!]. You don't refuse The Godfather. Besides, linking is wonderful!
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Enough is Enough
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Reasons To Love dA Lit Community
Reasons to Love dA's Lit Community: Part 1Over a month ago I asked "Why do you love dA's Literature Community?" and I received an amazing response, with well over 60 participants! For the sake of length I'll be splitting this article into two parts, with the prize winners at the end of the second article which will be posted tomorrow!
Reasons to Love dA's Lit Community: Part 2This is the second half of my Reasons to Love dA's Literature Community. If you have no idea what is going on this explains it a bit more. ♥
Pieces “How’s Ethan?”
“Just the same?” Jeanette is scrubbing plates at the sink. Her fingers are shaking and I know she’s just making conversation to distract herself. Who knows when she’ll be able to take a cigarette break? Out of the corner of my eye, I see Donny watching us like a hawk.
“Yeah. He lies there and needs a machine to breathe and everything.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
fairytales taste like
nicotine and wine on
he looks at me like
I've lost my fucking mind again
and maybe I have
stars are burning love
for you and I their fire grows
let it roam, frolic and play
for we grow too soon
rob the night with me
my love, we'll steal stars and hearts
cosmos give the fate
we wish we had courage to
steal for ourselves
it's over, really over
leaping with joy - HaikuWriMo
it's over now!
XXIII think i too have known
autumn too long
The pale moon,
dimpled and lonely
in the widening
familiar as the dying
autumn will fall
(and i to you)
LifeI am a killer at heart.
They say a slow death is the best death. I must admit it is fitting if you are into torture on the side, but I have to say I do not care if the killing is fast or slow. It just happens to be slow every single time.
You should know that I do not kill in a way that is obvious. If you want to find me, you can not, though I gift something to every person (I kill... for your pleasure).
I want them to feel what I feel.
That is what humanity is. It is about relating to others and getting them to sympathise, or empathise, because, deep down, we crave it. We crave the knowledge that we are not alone in this god. forsaken. world.
It may come as a surprise, but it works.
It works so well that I kill them.
In the end.
A New Way of LifeAurora pulled the sniper rifle off of her back and put her eye to the scope, closing her right eye which she couldn't look through the scope with. Off in the distance there were moving figures, she could see that much without the scope. With the scope she was able to see that these people were raiders. Raiders had destroyed her city and killed almost everyone that she had ever known. Her mother and herself, along with one of their friends was able to escape with just the clothes on their back and a few of the weapons that had been in the city. The Raiders had undoubtedly gotten most of the supplies. They'd only been able to take what they could carry at the time.
The raiders were looking through old cars that had been on the surface for many years, their colors were bleached away by the sun, most of the interiors had been stripped away from previous scavengers or destroyed by the wildlife, and anything breakable had already been broken. Unlike the area where Aurora had grown up, it was
Scratching at My Chamber DoorClaws in the carpet at odd hours
Shavings of wood from the floor
Waking me or shaking me
Or interrupting the movie
It's not always about food
(Though we'll have that too, thanks)
Something is amiss and
You want to tell me, I know
My cats are perhaps very selfish
Or keeping a rein on my misery
What do you know that I don't?
This Year Will Be DifferentThe problem with some resolutions is that, inevitably, you forget why you made them. Thirty miles into a thirty-eight mile drive, confidence at a fever pitch from successfully navigating the wind and snow in your front-wheel-drive four-door sedan, resolving to drive like a paranoid bitch at the slightest whiff of weather seems, well, paranoid.
So you decide to show the road who's boss. Coasting behind the idiot in front of you, left tire treading low because fixing it seems like too much trouble in this weather, you find that you are not the danger. The lowered friction coefficient of that cold, cold snow on your flailing rear tires is the danger, and hitting the brakes and swearing are not experimentally valid techniques to make Newton's Laws fuck off. The horrible voice of reason calls you a dumbass before going on to mutter claptrap about how much worse things could be.
There is no adrenalin rush of a near-death experience, and the only damage is the hulking purple bruise on your eg
The Lady in the Blue DressEllie hadn't seen her come in. Hadn't heard the tell-tale jingle of the entry bell over the diner door either.
"She must have come in behind the two rednecks." she surmised and, grabbing her order pad from behind the counter, made her way over to the woman's table.
Ellie flashed her a quick smile along with her standard greeting. "Evening Ma'am. What can I get you?"
The woman looked up and Ellie was instantly mesmerized by the most dazzling blue eyes she'd ever seen. The rest of the woman's features suddenly came in to sharper focus, as though Ellie were seeing her for the first time. The woman's hair was jet-black and styled in a wispy-pixie cut that framed her high cheekbones and tapered chin. Her almond-shaped eyes peered out from beneath perfectly layered bangs; her thin nose ending in a cherub-snub above full, ruby-red lips.
The woman returned Ellie's smile, flashing the pearliest of white teeth. "Do you mind if I take a few more minutes? I'm waiting for somebody
Mad DestroyerLanding on the shores of Tokyo Eitna looked about her. She felt dizzy. Her eyes felt odd, kinda hurt a little. She took in the sites and sounds of the docks. Her stomach turned she felt ill. The land and water about her was polluted and screaming out in pain. She found a place to touch the ground and find out what this bit of earth wanted.
She saw it's dream. The dream of how it once looked. Clean and pristine, no more polluting people only the original animals that once lived, loved and had babies where once again living on the land.
She also felt another presence stir within her. The other presence was still asleep Eitna could tell. She did not know who the other rider was. She only knew that her Master said to start here and go there. So that was what she was doing.
Of course the Master also wanted death.
Eitna looked blindly around her, an evil smile appeared on her face was chilling and full of madness. She placed her hand on the ground and began to chant. The language was unknown
HaikuWriMo - Bonemealfamily dinners
continue after burial