Oh Thoughtless Gift -JTHM Oh Thoughtless Gift
If I offered you this cyanide,
I bet you'd take it without complaint.
Why so quick to martyr, love?
Why so fast to saint?
Why did it have to be you?
And why, oh why did you have to get me?
What God of twisted humors
laid out this irony?
Both of us strangers to happiness,
what did we know about love?
And still we choose to fall,
like stars dropped loose from above.
Spiraling out of control, maybe another universe,
we'd have that fairy-tale end...
There is no shame in tears, I think,
no suicide fails to offend.
And shaking, we're wrapped together--
Oh God, I wish you had left...
Because, I'm sure, there is no doubt:
On day... I will love you to death.
DrowningWhen I was five years old, an Atlantic riptide pulled my feet out from under me, and tried to drag me out to sea.
In the scheme of things, it was never anything to worry aboutmy parents stood only a step or so behind, ready to grab and pull me back to safety. The water was barely chest high, even on a tiny child such as I was. No danger, really.
But the fear
Theres something in every human, I think, that screams of enclosed spaces and airless burials, of that helplessness that only creatures who were once prey can understand. It bides within you, hidden under layers of logic and reasoning, waiting for the moment of its release. And as the walls press in around you, you feel it.
As the water rushed over my head and wrapped its icy gag over my mouth, I felt that ancient fear rising within me, screeching for release. Wild fluttering of some unnamed thing within my chest, perhaps the panicked clawing of my very soul, cut off my breathing and raced through my limbs.
Moon Shadows -?-
He said, Ive never been in love, you know.
Oh Ive fooled a couple pretty girls,
and watched some pretty guys,
and once I found a pretty face,
who told me pretty lies.
But Ive never been in love, you know.
Then he smiled wistfully,
and looked up at the stars.
And theres nothing really like it,
though theres chicks and booze and cars.
We lay silent in the dark.
Metal of the hood was cold,
The shadows inky black,
And a voice then rose within me,
Until I could not turn it back.
Haltingly, I said,
Love is not so strange, I think,
Love is unaware
Someone yet will offer it,
And I think youll find you care,
For one who will always wait.
He looked at me again that night,
the starlight in his eyes,
he saw me for the first time,
he thought that I was wise
but I was a fool.
And here we sit again,
On another silent night,
While the moon is cloaked in fog,
Making soft its light.
Held Back -BT-Welll.... This may be a sequal to another fiction, or it may be a stand alone. I think it could be either.
It wasnt cold feet. No way.
It was strategic restraint.
Kevin slammed the door behind him, less than thrilled with the state of life in general.
He thought hed made his decision, come to a conclusion, picked the third curtain, thank you very much. But picking the third curtain is a whole different matter than actually pulling it back and sealing your fate.
His moods had been fluctuating wildly for the last week, and even his friends were starting to noticeall two of them. Kevin had become a close acquaintance with anxiety and retreat lately, and it was not sitting well with him.
Bens weirdly friendly attitude, the dance, his recent date with Gwen nothing was translating from his head into reality.
Hed never had to worry about this kind of thing before. Girlfriends, boyfriends, one-night standsit didn