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If OnlyIf only our lives
could be like the hills;
Rolling on forever
with peace and simple beauty.

If only our hearts
could be like the stars;
twinkling and shining
as a beacon to all.

If only our minds
could be like a lily;
sweet and pure white
among a rainbow of colors.

If only our hands
could be like a blank paper;
washed of the blood
from all the sins we've committed.

Secret"Hey, uh... I need to tell you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"It's a secret. I've been keeping it to myself for such a long time, but I just need to tell someone, and you're a great friend, so I figured that I could trust you with this."

"Wow, really? Thanks! Okay, what's the secret?"

"Whoa, not so fast."

"...Huh?"

"First, you need to solemnly swear on anything and everything you hold dear that you will not, under any circumstances, tell anybody. And I mean ever."

"Wow, this must be pretty serious. Okay, I solemnly swear."

"Actually, now that I think about it, I'm gonna go write up a contract."

"Um, that's not really necessary."

"

SisterI am so fed up.

It's the last period of the day, and I just want to go home.

Just a few more minutes...

Can't he please wait just a few more minutes to keep talking?

Because, to be honest, I'm really tired of hearing him speak.

"Sis!" he calls in a not-so-very-discreet whisper across the room, earning him glares from other people around him.

The girl he called to turns around in her seat and faces him, though she is clearly not his sister. There is a perplexed smile on her face as she tries to decode his frantic hand gestures. She rolls her eyes as if this was a normal occurrence to her (which it probably was) and continues with what sh

Play a Song"Hey, want to hear me play a song for you?"

A girl's voice broke the large man out of his concentration on his computer screen. He nearly jumped off his bed in surprise.

The girl laughed suddenly. "Calm down, big bro. It's only me."

The man sighed. The weeks of little sleep, intense workouts and long workdays was wearing him thin.

"I have to go to the gym," he declared.

"Why?" the teenager asked, "Didn't you go this morning?"

"I have to go again. I'm doing my shoulder workouts."

The girl walked closer to him, staring at his huge, muscled back and arms.

"Please," she said, trying to lessen the unspoken tension in the air, "You can alre

FragileI know that you're broken,
And that all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And that your pale skin is battered.

I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.

You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.

Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with my sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
And there'll be nothing we can't withstand.

Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.

You think

The Panic Attack.There is a broken
cuckoo clock in your throat,
a mechanical stranger
brewing ale in your windpipe,

and this what it feels like
to drown in your own thoughts,
gasping, gasping, gasp -

Your heart is a poorly designed
automaton attacking itself
hoping it will be reborn as a
piano instead of a failing organ,

and this is what it feels like
to drown in your own thoughts,
gasping, gasping, gasp-

Your brain is the lacuna
between who you are and
who you want to be, an
oil leak that only you can see,

and this is what it feels like
to drown in your own thoughts,
gasping, gasping, gasp-

Ignorance Is BlissHow I envy fools

Those born without the

Eyes to see the darkness; the
Ears to hear the lies; the
Skin to feel the chafing cold; the
Sense to realize:
There's darkness all around us,
Lecherous and black.
We lead a meaningless existence.
Bitter, I turn back.

How I envy fools

Living life, never knowing

The storm on the horizon;
Her clouds fill up the skies.
They do not see the warnings,
Nor hear the gentle "sigh"
Of the wind that's brewing.
They do not feel the rain.
Their never-knowing state
Is all that keeps them sane.

How I envy fools

They know nothing of pain

Will they ever find it,
The truth that I now know?
The sky is torn with vio

Life's too short to waste your timeWhy hear? Listen!
Why swallow? Taste!
Why look? Observe!
Why cry? Smile!
Why sleep? Dream!
Why whisper? Shout!
Why walk? Run!
Why give up? Re-try!
Why survive? Live!
Why hate? Love!
Why black? Why white? There are colors, mix them up!
Life's too short to waste your time!

Tangled up in Blue EyesHer hair was the kind of brown where you just knew she was born blonde. Eyes, big and bright, filled with a wonder I couldn't name or place. She kept a ribbon tied in her hair; never yellow, it reminded her of mothers and children. She was a mystery to everyone and a misery to me.

They said that the colour of her skin was something that resembled perfection. White porcelain with peach undertones, something of a doll; a child made from china, painted colourful with deft fingers scarred blue.

Curiousity got the best of me and I looked too deep, too quickly; oceanic blue eyes that shifted like they'd already drowned every living soul that had

Run......Running....
why am I running?
My bare feet are cut from.....
glass...
thorns....
broken bones....
I am in pain,
but it's not from the cuts.
It radiates from my core.
Extending to my shoulders,
mimicking the weight of the world.
Making it harder everyday to run...
I run from the voices who tease me,
despite the fact I'm nicer than I should.
They mock my glass heart,
even though it has been broken for a long time.
I run hollow...
the icy wind burning through the empty hollow.
I run....
because I secretly can't stand them.
I want to run from everyone's colors.
Too bright...
Too obnoxious...
Too many of them....
I ignored

Souls of GreySpirits glow,
Tracing the lines of a dead Heaven
Waiting and watching
For the clouds to swell
And kiss the very seams that
Keep our worlds from tearing apart and twisting
into a hurricane of false "I love you's" and
hollow promises.
The very same promises that bound you
to the silver docks of loneliness
where you sat, hands tied behind your back
As seagulls and swans
dashed and danced in the
grey wind.
I remember finding you here,
Naked legs, watery eyes, and quivering lips
Whispering the names of past and future lovers,
telling a tale as sharp as the bible
but as short as the four letter word.
And when I kissed your forehe

BrotherI was so used to having my older brother around, and I went to him for everything.

Especially when I wanted something. Because, really, what are little sisters for?

As he walks in, I say in a melancholy voice, “Hey.”

He screams and puts his hand to his heart in a mock-startled way. He lets out an exaggerated breath. I ignore him and say, “There's no food anywhere!”, over-expressing my hunger.

He tells me to follow him into his room. He walks over to the plastic bag that I saw him walk in with.

“Will this work?” he asks, holding up a bag of lightly salted Lays potato chips.

“No,” I reply,

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crows fly high, we stand our ground.
The sky is black and the door is open,
but can we choose to make it through?

Save your strength for now,
we'll be fine, my love, just wait
And I know that's what you hate,

But soon we'll be inside,
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you disappeared.

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since I saw you last.
Don't you want to hear
all about my new class?

How I'm making new friends,
how I'm learning new things?
How everyone jumps up
when the dismissal bell rings?

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Minesweeper

by ~SourAir, Dec 15, 2012, 4:45:16 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

Life is like a game of Minesweeper.

Nobody really knows what it is or how to get through it.

Sometimes you get stuck in difficult situations, and you just want to start over.

You're driven to giving up.

You make stupid choices.

You're driven to take guesses and leaps of faith; sometimes they work, sometimes they don't.

You just click the wrong button, and it ends up ruining everything.

Once in a while, you're given a huge handout. Other times, just a small piece.

You don't know why you keep going on with it.

But you're damn well not going to close out the window before you win.