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A Tiny BlinkLove
Deep, glittering lights in two eyes
Not a thing or object,
Smile, each expression beautiful.
Priceless and delicate
It moves the moment a tiny blink.
UntitledEver had that thought, back when you were a kid, about running away? I guess everyone who didn't have a life to brag about did. We did, too.
All four of us had our reasons to leave. Jonathan had to escape his sheltered lifestyle. Adrian wanted to sit among the stars and be the brightest of them all. Ian's was simple; he just wanted to stay out of jail.
Me? Well, I wasn't sure at that point. All I'd wanted was to stay with the only friends I'd ever really had. Call me selfish, but at least it's the truth.
So the four of us went. Maybe all anyone needs to run away is a group of friends, because it certainly did the trick with us.
We all went to Pengrove High, in the one-horse town of St. Pengrove's Reach. We all had our own families, our own friends, our own lives. We were all so different.
I remember waking up one morning. I smelled toast. I don't remember getting showered and dressed, packing up my Marvel schoolbag, and heading downstairs to get some of that toast. My name is
Not All Stars
Not all stars are loners. In our home galaxy, the Milky Way, about half of all stars have a companion and travel through space in a binary system. But explaining why some stars are in double or even triple systems while others are single has been something of a mystery. Now a team of astronomers from Bonn University and the Max-Planck-Institute for Radio astronomy (also in Bonn) think they have the answer -- different stellar birth environments decide whether a star holds onto its companion. Stars generallydo not form in isolation but are born together in groups within clouds of gas and dust or nebulae. These stellar labour rooms produce binary star systems, which means that virtually all newborn stars have a companion. Most of these groups of stars disperse quickly so that their members become part of the Galaxy. But why, then, are not all stars seen in the sky binaries, but only half of them? Before the groups of stars disperse, binary stars move through their birth site
Collab Ch. IA guttural shriek ripped from Julie's throat as she jolted upright, one hand clenched in the sheets of her bed while the other clamped down over her lips. Images of her nightmare--
Her father backed against the kitchen counter--
A shiny, white, all-too-familiar pistol pressed against his chest--
A sharp report, and blood spattering the pristine chestnut cupboards--
She was torn from her terrifying memories with a gasp as her bedroom door slammed inwards.
"Boss!" a familiar voice cried as its owner rushed to her side. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" The concern in his voice was nearly tangible in the air.
Julie fought to regain her composure and waved him away dismissively. "I'm fine, Tomoya...just a nightmare. It was nothing." She hated her haunting memories and how vulnerable they could make her, especially in front of the people she needed respect from.
Tomoya's fingers itched, begging him to wrap his arms around her and comfort her. Instead, he stood dutifully by her side an
Hunger in Iambic PentameterThere are things in life that cannot be true
Things we hate, things we love, things that we rue
But some things in life just cannot be beat
One of these things: the ability to eat.
I am sure you find food always on my
Mind; It is not my fault I don't have time
To dine on fruits, cheese, and all kinds of meat
Or savor everything I have to eat.
SNAKESunlight blazes white-hot overhead, and
Noises are quieted by the pool.
All eyes lock onto one place in the grass, almost hidden by long green blades of bush.
Kings have had less stature than the one trying to heat its blood in peace.
Even, it is unfazed by grasping fingers prodding, petting, poking its backside.
He is still until he is lifted half out of the grass,
When he knows he must make a speedy getaway.
He hisses as he
Slithers swiftly into the sleepy shade,
Sneering at the innocent souls who disturbed his slumber.
ExerciseAs I see it.
On stairs through jade gates of heaven,
transportation of a bedazzled nature.
The tip of the iceberg.
Truth to a person's trust is to
never leave a man behind.
Grasping at a handle on the world.
Stretched almost to rhythmic discomfort
even the Earth reaches for stars.
Mind of an ArtistI rest my arms upon blue tile
And look out over water.
I've never seen a night so dark and
Yet so friendly.
Steam rises from the boiling concrete pool
I've sunk myself into.
Clouds of white float in the air
And instantly I'm transported to
A dense green forest scene
Flooded with pale fog.
I'm transfixed by this ocean
Surrounding each and every thing.
The trees part round a crystal lake
All I see is an elven place
Of mystery and joy and wonder.
I look up to the sky and see
Nothing but white.
My hand lands in the liquid blue
And I am back in my hot tub,
My fingers freezing in the pool
Swimming in the mist.
I get these visions often;
They never leave my head.
But if I was without them
I'd never get out of bed.
DamienxFlorence: A Late Italian EveningIt was a hot, hazy, humid afternoon, the kind that even Indians can't stand. It may have been five o'clock, but the summer heat was not letting up any time soon. Damn Italy for being so hot.
Still, it was good for the wine.
I was lounging on a sleek white couch, looking out some gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows over Naples and Pompeii, sipping Italian red wine, as I just had to. I was in Italy, I'd been in Italy for a long time; you can't just not drink the wine. You have to have a very good reason. I did not.
Although, I still think Greek wine is better.
My reason for staying in Italy at all walked through the door, wearing just a slim white tank top and a pair of shorts. The white was almost transparent with a thin layer of sweat, which gave me a nice view of his sleek, tan Italian chest. A halo of dirty blonde hair ringed his head and framed his face. He rubbed one bicep with his hand. "Do you just not sweat?" he asked me, exasperated.
Trying not to smirk at that, I retaliated with
Hero ComplexI bartered my soul away
For the boy with wolf eyes
He locked me behind his teeth
He carved snake bites into my lips
And tore apart the gilded edges of my lashes
In an endeavor to uncover some semblance of my siren words
He broke apart my ribs in an attempt
To find my landmine heart
Which held no sound
40810If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
you and I could make a beautiful disaster.
The press would write of our brief affair;
they'd paint me (the woman in red) as pathetic.
They will not consider how I need your love
or how it pains me so deeply to throw myself at you.
I will not be remembered as a poet warrior.
I'll be the eternal survivor no more.
All who think of me will shake their bowed heads
and tearfully remark;
If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
You wouldn't have been such a bloody disaster.
A mermaid stole my bonesI want to deteriorate into the ocean and feel the waves
Break over my spine
Because I’ve learnt through trial and error
That holding my breath only makes my heart beat faster
And plain white pills do nothing to soothe
The anxiety sewn deep within my bones
The bitter aftertaste still lingers in the back of my throat
much like the feeling
of her breath in my lungs
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeat
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
subliminal messages from the unheard heroineChain smoking behind crumbling bike sheds
We’d amble across deserted swing sets
Sipping bad coffee and reading about dead poets
You with a charcoal smudge in the crease of your lips
I with ink stained fingertips
We’d speak of what it is like to be human
And how devastatingly beautiful self-destruction is
Because you had holes in your arms and I had lines on my hips
And there really wasn't much to say
Other than how the skies looked like smoke and dioxide vomit
Pooling onto our broken pupils
Lone KnightLone knight
Blood cape twisting with the breeze
Thou art changed.
Under ocean waves frozen in stone
Thou art changed.
Of other horses cause a twitch
In the eyes of his steed
Thou art changed.
You are in exile. Do not
Return. We will hunt you down.
Thou art translated.
Where will you go, o lonely
These angular walls are not home.
This hoof-smoothed path holds no
Bleed with screams of carrion birds
Thou art forsaken
Hold one dark spark of grief
Thou art alone.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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