We sat alone that night
shivering from the cold
and the heat sparked fire right there in the dark
it's a rare occasion
when we can talk and breathe
finally free from unkind eyes upon us
(more) I can still feel your heart beating in time with mine
a symphony of desire mingled with fear
as we compared battle scars
and counted up the previous losses
there was a hesitation in your eyes
a reflection of my own
but the sparkle won out and we melted together
defying the odds
and keeping it down low for the most part
sometimes we fly when nobody's watching
slipping through the shadows and ducking the spotlight
the details don't matter at this point in time
we can duck and cover and wait it out
knowing with certainty
that everything comes out cleaner in the wash
I wake sitting up out of smoky dreams, neon sign reflections flitting fire around the walls. In my boxers, standing in my doorway at a quiet hour, mussed and sleepy and unable to understand the haze muting my slice of the city. A fire somewhere, not here, probably miles(more) away. Burning plastic and wood stink, the smell of panic and screaming. I swear a prayer, lock the door, and go back to violent dreams. (less)
It's quite clear that there isn't time left. The end of the world is upon us. We have tried to fight it off for as long as we could, but the end is inevitable. And if you ask me, what we've been doing has only served to further push(more) out the end.
We've tried everything we could think of to prevent it, but it's just a fact of life that a living thing must die. Thus is true with people, animals, and plants, so why did we think our Earth could be any different?
We are all going to die. Man up and accept this. There is nothing we can do to change this.
But there is something we can do before it is over.
Go, find that guy or girl you really like. Tell them you love them. It doesn't matter if they return the feeling or not, because you're going to die. So go out there, tell them, and plant a big ass kiss on their lips. Then at least you can die knowing you were brave for once in your life.(less)
Pepper paced down the small hallway, lapping between the front door and single bedroom in three short strides each. Her watch, loose at the wrist, slid up and down her arm as she constantly picked at the loose strand that fell from the left side, the rest of her(more) dirt hair tied a mess in a ponytail, uneven at the back.
It can't be much longer. Pepper thought to herself, more anxious then she thought she ever could be. I can't do this.
A heavy thump rings down from the upstairs apartment, halting Peppers pace.
"There's no use in getting overworked, dear!" From the comfort of his rocking chair, Mr. Charles called down between taps of his crooked walking cane, nestled in the crook of the blankets draped over his useless legs. "What is and what isn't will be upon us no matter how worried you get."
Pepper chewed on his words, not bothered that his advice aimed more at stopping her pacing than actually meant to ease her. Cranky as he was, Mr. Charles rang true. Pepper rapped her small knuckle quick, three times, against the ceiling directly beneath Mr. Charles chair. Over three years atop one another, this seemed her only communication with the shut in.
Pepper snagged at her coat, laid neatly over the back of her single kitchen chair, one arm hanging out as she unlocked the front door.
Debra jumped back, her eyes wide as oyster pearls, her hand grabbing at the door knob that was no longer there.
Pepper held her lips tight, not too anxious to start. But she held her eyes high, not afraid. Cautious. Ever so cautious.
"Were you....going out?" Debra hands fell to her body, her fingers tucked in the crook of her elbows. The cold wind died down. (less)
My head was a snow globe, and inside of it was nothing but possibility.
Just beneath the thin veil of glass were tiny families walking down tree-lined streets, children eating ice cream cones and lovers wrapped up in a(more) cozy embrace.
It was a fun, magical world, and I could dream about what happened there.
People were happy. No one did bad things. Anger didn't exist. Neither did loneliness. There was only laughter.
In that world, you would not be an addict. We would be that couple, tucked into a secret corner, stealing kisses and giggling. I would be safe. We wouldn't be apart now, because you would be healthy. Love would never be a tragedy. It would be all we needed to survive.
Outside the snow globe, love is never enough. We need all sorts of things to survive: coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, sex, TV, drugs, food. The need never stops.
We're so empty here. Filling our lives with things that only make us more empty.
All I needed was you.
I look up into the sky, and there is no glitter. All that falls is acid rain, and you took my f-ing umbrella. (less)