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Stiff as a Board"Light as a feather, stiff as a board," they whispered together,Stiff as a Board
and she closed her eyes gently, beginning to
absorb the story that was being told. He kisses you and tells you that he loves you,
but pulls away too fast. You smile and ask him to
come back, but then you see that in his left hand,
he holds a knife, and suddenly you realize
what is happening. You close your eyes, and ask him why,
but he doesn't answer. He comes closer to you, slowly,
and you begin to cry, but you don't move because
he loves you… loves you… loves you…
"Stop!" she shrie
by ~gibsongirl211
Lies.Dear Aaron, I'm not a little girl. I don't like rainbows or butterfliesLies.
and I don't believe in love or God, but I do
believe in magic (like the bright blue Nevada sky,
or the way music makes me cry).
What some people call love and God I simply call
dark magic, a curse we must break. I'm not a little girl, so when I tell you that
I love you, you can bet that I'm lying. I've never loved
anyone, ever, and I never will. I promised that I wouldn't
(Pinky swear?). I'm not a little girl. I'm not so lost in this world that
I need a savior, so you, my dear, can just
by ~gibsongirl211
Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall...She searched through the ashes of her life for the old photograph of him, but could only find the charred remains of anything important to her. Instead of being upset, Bria smiled cruelly.Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall...
This was a new world for her, one without her
abusive father or her mother,
who always looked the other way. "Death always made life," she told the kitten
that stared from a distance, obviously fearful of the
smoldering embers of her home.
The only thing Bria found was a birthday card
from her father, the one he had given her
when she turned twelve, before he began to
use
by ~gibsongirl211
Dear GregDear Greg, I never knew you. I wish I did though. If I had known you, I could have told you to stop being stupid.Dear Greg
I could have told you that,
of course everyone loves you. You just don't love yourself.
Dear Greg, If you were hoping to silence the entire school, you succeeded.
Somehow we knew what was wrong before they announced it.
Dear Greg, You are selfish. Suicide is selfish. Anyone who makes a thousand high school students cry is selfish.
Dear Greg,
You were the boy who looked like the boy I am in love with. The boy who I am
by ~gibsongirl211
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amor de lejos.you used to blow into my ear while i was trying to fall asleep.amor de lejos.
i'd laugh and pull off both of our shirts, kiss
you chest and ears and eyelids until neither
of us could breathe. afterwards you'd sleepily
call me your little snuggle puppy, curve your
body around mine, and just when you'd close
your eyes i'd laugh and blow into your ear.
we never used to have any change because we'd go downtown and feed the parking meters by hand, like they were curious metal monsters. you could never resist helplessness, which is probably why you love me.
i
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