365 Things I Love About You by Hazel-Almonds, literature
Literature
365 Things I Love About You
365 Things I Love About You
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when you
Bloom, bloom, bloom,
by the window, by the sun,
by the cooling shade of soft green cedar,
bloom, bloom, bloom.
When the chrysanthemums baldly raises
its heavy head to the dim-lit skies,
or cicadas shrill in train-speed rhythm
buzz and rest their wings on your shivering thighs
do not fear the world, the strangeness of Nature,
do not flip your pale small eyelids and waver.
Whenever burly oaks grow, wild-strong branches wide,
and benign barley bend and bow in a smile;
No - this too high; No - this too low,
Bloom, bloom, bloom.
Love is a mysterious thing; an undefinable, unquantifiable enigma, that could parade in plain sight and yet remain as elusive and unfathomable as the deepest of life’s unanswerable questions.
Or at least, that’s how it felt to her.
It seemed like all around her people were pairing off. Strangers reached out a hand and clasped one another, a connection made. Acquaintances altered their course, diverting so as to intercept and intermingle. The hugs of friends softened and slowed, feelings intensifying, intertwining limbs lingering tenderly…
Yet she remained an island.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her, if there
Leaving your country starts with getting rid of as many things as possible. You give your old CDs to your sibling’s friend. Donate your art books to a teacher. Throw out as many childhood mementoes as your mother allows. Sell your car. Swap your thick hoodies for your sibling’s t-shirts. Donate the rest of your clothes to a homeless shelter.
You pack books from your old lovers and birthday presents from your current lover. You pack art supplies because they’re expensive to replace. You pack your country’s flag. You buy power adapters.
You cross the world with everything you own in two suitcases and a messenger bag.
When a girl tells a boy she is in love with him,
everyone agrees it is sweet and pure,
but when one girl does the same to another,
it is suddenly impure, they say.
To them, the girls drip with sin,
they want their attraction altered,
to cater towards their comfort.
When a guy kisses his girlfriend,
it is loving, and adoring,
met with coos and squeals,
but when a guy kisses his boyfriend,
it is disgusting.
They call it sodomy,
lustful,
and unnatural.
When a man proposes to a woman,
it is heartwarming, and encouraged
by loud cheers and clapping,
but when a woman buys a ring
to propose to the love of her life,
who is a woman, as well,
it bec
Run.
Cold, damp air seeps through skin to bone. Soil stained soles pound along a winding, barely-there path among the trees. Trees. A laughable word for behemoths that, at the smallest, is four times as wide around as she is. Swaths of leaves shape a dark green expanse, blocking out nearly all of the sky. The light that does find a way down is weak, pinpricks suffocating in the umbrage. This is a true weald, dark and deep.
Run.
She wishes she could deviate from the path; delve into the endless shadow and hide. A ruinous wish. Thin strings threaded with countless trinkets crisscross all empty spaces.
Origin of Eyeless Jack by La-Mishi-Mish, literature
Literature
Origin of Eyeless Jack
Click… click… click…
Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.
He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't re
The cow says...
"Moo!"
The duck says...
"Quack!"
The horse says...
"Neigh!"
The sheep says...
"I refuse to learn life's lessons
And apply them to myself,
Because I've insecurities
That I don't put on the shelf.
I have my own problems like
My sisters and my brothers,
But I won't fight my own battles,
So I push them right on others.
I know when I am wrong, but
I always argue that I'm right.
I'm afraid to admit my faults,
So I purposely pick a fight
With someone who is not afraid,
Someone who is strong, but
I pretend that they are me
And drag them down into my rut.
How dare they face their problems
When I can't face my own?
They must th
Now in my days of freedom
I can finally get some sleep I've been stumbling over memories
In shock and disbelief recalling how you filled my head
With facts to be abused you almost had me old
I was almost just like you then I woke myself behind the wheel
And made a plan to get away and steered away from everything
You wanted me to be you're losing me
You're going to end up alone and you'll never see me at all
Now I'm crawling on my hands and knees trying to get it right
All these things don't mean a thing like the voices in the night
I promised I will prove you wrong so you can tell the world
I'll tear your precious picture into pieces so you