a thin layer of molecules
colliding and bouncing
it is no thoughts
(more) just shallow breaths
a thick anticipation
a waiting game
the clock oozing
with loud tocks and ticks
onto the floor,
shattering the atmosphere
into a thick pool
of sticky, messy
the wall used to be paper thin
and decorated with flowers and vines
birds settled on the top
and only they could see
what was inside
(more) but throughout the years
people came in
and it was lovely at first
but they broke things
and took things
like all thieves do
i should have known
so i thickened the layers
around my wall
it's lonely in here again
but it's better than
and stolen hope(less)
We left. On seas of uncertainty and drawn abreast by wings of fate we left.
Looking back on a life left unlived and forward to the vast emptiness of the future a steely resolve came over us. Wherever we might go and whatever the flow of time might bring(more) to us; we still had life. And though life and hardship go hand in hand what will also walk beside us on that rocky road of life are the hopes, dreams, and ambitions waiting to be fulfilled by the limitless opportunities offered to us by an untethered fate.
So rather than lament the inevitable passing of time, I rejoice! "We left!" I cry to the heavens. "We left!"
A boy and a girl are walking down the street, arguing. About what, no one truly knows.
"You're so freaking THICK, you're so stupid!"
"How am I stupid?! You're STUPID!"
"Oh so, we're playing this game now, really? I don't know if you knew this, but you're also a(more) child!"
"Well, if I'm a child, you're an arrogant, self-centered weirdo!"
The girl and boy abruptly stopped, mid-argument, and his eyes widened as he realized what he said.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that... I'm so sorry."
"You know how I feel about people calling me weird."
"I'm so sorry."
"For most of my life, I'd have to deal with people calling me weird, or a freak, because they didn't want to deal with me, or be my friend, and I've been alone for so long, and when I actually find a friend that accepts me for who I am and I think I love him, he had to go a RUIN IT! I'm so tired of being alone, and I just want it to end and I'm sick..."
"You just kissed me."
"You said you loved me."
"Well, yeah, so what if I do?"
The girl's head was raised up high, prideful, but her eyes showed the fearfulness that she tried and failed to hide.
The boy leaned in, and put his mouth next to her ear. Her eyes widened, slightly, feeling his warm breath on her neck.
"Well, maybe I love you too."(less)
As they part he lets out a shuddering breath, staggering backwards even as he anchors himself to her with an unsteady hand until he feels the rough scrape of brick mortar though his shirt. "Wh-" swallowing, he tries to regain a bit of his bearings. "How long have you(more) wanted to do this?"
She laughs breathlessly, almost equally dazed. "Oh, probably about a year or two."
"That long?!" He runs a distressed hand through his already disheveled hair. "Oh man, I'm really sorry you had to wait so long for me to stop being such an idiot."
"Eh, there's no denying you're a bit thick-headed sometimes." He slumps dejectedly, denying nothing. "But, well... I can't really blame you, y'know?" She leans until her body's held flush with his, resting her forehead on his collarbone. "I mean, let's be reasonable - you were going though some bad shit, okay? That would've been a terrible time to pile more drama on that. And besides, it's not like I made obvious overtures of romantic intent."
"-Had to deal with life shenanigans completely out of your control." She huffs, more endeared than annoyed. "If you really want to make it up to me, there's this great new diner I've been dying to give a try."
He perks up immediately. "I can make that happen. I could make that happen right now, actually."
"You are an idiot," Edward Elric said, with about as much patience as he could muster. He yanked at the bandage and Rian Martin winced as it tightened around his hands. "And don't you dare even breathe a word about what you're thinking right now."
(more) "I wasn't thinking nothin'," Rian grumbled, watching as Edward bandaged his bleeding hands. The pain had dulled to a mild throb, it wasn't the first time he had 'accidentally-on-purpose' ignited the deformed transmutation circles scarred onto his palms, but it was the first time the rebound had affected him so painfully.
"I'll say." Edward's military jacket was lost somewhere, and there was dirt and a small bit of Rian's blood smudged on to the normally-immaculate white button-down shirt he wore underneath it. "I could have sworn I told you to keep out of this." He held both of Rian's hands, palms-up, in his own hands. Even through the gloves he wore, Rian could feel the cool, heavy weight of the prosthetic automail hand. The bandages were thin, and small strips of red had already started to bleed through. "Rian, you cannot keep using these arrays, you're going to get yourself killed."
"I'm fine!" Rian yanked his hands away suddenly, blushing furiously as he tucked them under his armpits. It wasn't like the colonel to even begin to act concerned about him, and this entire situation was dizzying. "I'm fine, they're fine, why don't you just go away and leave me alone?"
He refused to meet Edward's eyes, and after a moment of silence the colonel sighed deeply and got to his feet. The bottom half of his uniform was just as dirty as Rian was, there was a tear through the left leg that exposed the automail there as well. Rian glanced aside. "I'm sorry."(less)
I knew Mal got the message out but they couldn't make it there through the storm. Even if they tried to get to us they would be out of time. Still, I wouldn't have minded if they made the effort anyway. I saw Rog an hour before the boat got swallowed. He was(more) out there somewhere. I thought he might have found Mal. Actually, I hoped that he did. Mal went under with the boat trying to radio for help and get her under control, and I didn't see him after that. Poor Mal. Selfish I know, but I thought that if he had gotten to Mal first then he would have left me alone. That wasn't going to happen though, I was being naive. He was following us for days and Mal kept him well fed with some of our catch. At the time I couldn't have imagined being in the water like the catch was.
The storm came in fast from the west. The last time I checked the clock it was after ten and it was dark out there. Then lightning came and lit the place up. We started to rock like a cradle and it felt like something was firing the rain from a machine gun, it was thick. I couldn't see very well at all, just about being able to see Mal. He was at the wheel trying to do something, anything to keep us steady, but it was bad. I knew he was shouting something at me but the wind took it, I couldn't hear him. I lay down and held onto some of the rigging.
Eventually we got flipped while Mal was still in at the wheel. I ended up in the water hoping that Rog would come back and hurry it up.(less)
how thick would you say my skin is?
after every tear and rip i've put it through.
how strong will you tell me i am?
even though i cry every night,
thinking of you.
i'm not as strong as i seem, but everyone seems to disagree.
why does it(more) hurt so much,
my skin is getting thinner,
and i'm getting older,
and this strength you once saw in me,
will weaken, or grow.
and i'm not sure which one i want.
but i'll let you,
I never imagined that you would really stay with me through... well... all of this madness. I thought that after losing my parents, my job, I was going to lose you too. But you stayed. Why? I'm not quite sure. Was it because every night before the welcome wave(more) of sleep overcame me, I would think about you, hoping, no: wishing and longing and praying for you to be there when I wake up? Whatever it was, thank you. Thank you so much for caring. Thank you so much for being here with me. Through think and thin.(less)
The clouds of Jupiter came in front of them, every color, every sensation, as deep and thick as the eye could see. They'd seen the images in textbooks, but it was never like encountering it with the naked eye. Beneath those clouds, they'd been told, were a thousand, million,(more) who knew how many floating cities, pristine little environments for pristine little people, pristine people they had to protect from the next clouded society further down toward the Kuiper Belt. It was enough to make anybody's head thick with worry and anticipation, and Victoria could feel the fright rising in her lungs, consuming her. Was she ready for this? Were any of them were? They'd trained, killing every mook the Jupit army had thrown at them, Colonel Tu'larkhiy'yin keeping them constantly on their toes. But it was different to defend a whole society, defend a whole world against another, than to just protect their school and hometown against a few bad guys. The pressure was weighing down on them, they knew it, and they had no idea how to swim up through it and gasp for air. It was too thick.(less)
The sun was shining, the birds were screaming in glorious cacophony, the trees dripped, and the shadows clung to the ground. He wiped at the moisture on his face, a perpetual companion of his, ever since entering this humid place. Perhaps his only reliable company-- the rest seemed to(more) have deserted him.
His guide had, ironically, been the first to go. Then his friends from back home, until it was just him and the trees and the beasts of the jungle. He knew he should be panicking but really, how hard could it be? True, the brush was thick, the ground uneven, but if he kept walking he would come to either the river or the other side, and either way led him to salvation.
Heartened by that thought, he hadn't noticed when the thickness of the brush had fallen away, and the ground become wet and barren. The first few steps into the mud were bothersome, the rest quite lethal.
And as his neck sank into the quick sand and his screams went unanswered, he cursed the jungle, the muck, and himself all for being so damn thick.(less)
"I can't eat that."
"What? Why not?"
"That's a hockey puck, not a cookie."
"But I made it for you."
"I'm pretty sure you could kill someone with that sugary monstrosity."
"Couldn't you at least try it?"