Boys Forget6/5/11A boy rose from his bed, the cry of a far distant thing broke into his sleep, he couldn't figure it out or tell who it was. The boy's room was decorated in sport items, from trophies, to shoes. Although unknown to his family there laid comics and sci-fi magazines in a secret door that was behind his drawer, hidden from the eyes of people who looked in the room. His magazines questioned our universe, the beings who lived out there and how to survive the apocalypse. A flash of light skirted past the ears of dogs and flung itself against the ground. The boy had leaped out of bed like a prancing fawn to the window, and in that instances he saw that light in a second. Quickly he grabbed a bag out of his closet that held some books then he pulled out one that explained lights and what could be in them. Nothing helped him figure it out and he knew time was running out. He placed his vintage soviet helmet on with goggles too, grabbed a squirt gun, and stopped. A shine caught his e
SelfI am blushing with a rebels heart, and the lungs of angry beasts ripping out toward the sun.The mundane burns my brain with it's irritating finagling to it's tiresome repeative motions. Change and interrupted steps need to take place,the lack of this forces my fingers to burrow under this concrete.
One day.She stood like a god, awaiting the coming tides, but the skies scorned it's passion and administered lightning that the girl gazed upon it longer. Both forces fought while the girls long headdress cape clinked and whistled in the battle. Her pale eyes shuttered at the debris and her only arm stayed with a certain calm and unease. Her body stroked the air as she swayed forward and back. Nearing the edge of shock she collapsed. She stared at her right arm that was no more. IT had been ripped off while it was on fire by a beast who burned down her mother's house, looking for her. Now that arm to her is like looking up to the sky, that so many do when lost in the world of constant frustration and peril. Her name is Ahu, born from Maori and English descendants. Ahu strides in many lands because she is of no born place that is home. For now this grassland and sea is Ahu's while it seeks and demands her attention with growing anger. she quiets her thoughts and thinks of her armour as it's lay
Passion LostThere are some days where i feel out of sorts like the bridge-Out of gaps swallowing my own beholding beings.These are just words I spit from my subconscious,wait I've held on too long I'm losing this thing inside.I've lost it, this feeling that takes over whenever I want to feel alive.I swore the day i felt it, I'd never lose it, but i have and life never felt so bleak.Tears streamed down my cheeks filling in the cracks and it filled some more when itmet the floor. All I wanted was the burning sensation of life to fill my lungsand keep my lips locked as my hands did the magic. All I wanted was tohave and to hold people who could express the aimlessfeelings that would at any moment be focused and create this unimaginable thought. To expressmy only desire in life, to create my only desire.But when i stand on the rainy streets of this small town it's sucked out.Out as though the lights inside were grants that last spark to only fade intoa blur. Of the dying who sit and wait