a man doesn’t need much to cling to life
A lone ant
crawled into his hair and went across
his forehead to
his eyelid
He woke up
Sand all about him and wood above
But this was so far
from hell
Hell was a thing of the past now
Now he had her by
his side
She was still sleeping
in her rugged sleeping bag
For the past few days
they slept under the cabin
to avoid being ambushed inside
He knew she wouldn’t be by his
side
for long. The infection in her
mouth was really getting out of control
putting her one outrageous fever
away from death
This was the world today
A warm wasteland full of predators
and no medical help of
any kind. Kill or be killed. Law of
the jungle. And so on
He liked to believe he
adapted
Too many didn’t
His luck stood in not having that much of
a fine life before the disaster
In fact
life was actually better now
in some aspects
For one
he had a cute companion by his side
A man really doesn't need
much to cling to life
She awakened a few minutes later
from another one of her fever dreams
All sweaty
Breathing heavy
Reaching out for his hand
“Do I smell?” she asked
“What?”
“I said, do I smell?”
“Well, yeah, we both do. Just look at…
where we are. How we are. But hey,
one thing you can be sure of, I
really, really don’t mind.”
“You sure?”
“More than sure.”
“Good. Then hold me.”
He moved closer and circled her with his
arms. Buried his head in
her hair. “We can go inside. No one
came tonight either. It’s safe.”
“No,” she said. “Hold me for a bit longer.
This night… I had the worst of
them. Worst nightmare. A boat came
here on the beach. With saviors. They weren’t
even pirates. But actually good people.
They rescued us.
And among them… there was another woman.
A healthy, pretty one.
And the two of you fell in love. And I
lost you. And I killed myself. Threw
myself over the board. And drowned. My lungs
were burning.”
“Wow,” he said. “What a silly dream.”
“It felt so real.”
“You think I’d leave you for another woman
just because she’s healthy and pretty? After
all we’ve gone through?”
“Look,” she said, “my husband left me for
another woman
even before my gums and tongue started to
swell and rot. When I was still
healthy and… somewhat pretty.”
“Well… I’m not your husband.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I… shouldn’t have brought him
into the discussion. And you’re right. You
are… the most… You’re all I’m still
alive for, really. And I know
I won’t be alive for long.”
“Don’t talk like that,” he said
“It’s true. That’s why… I want you to know
that these past days…
I’ve been praying. For God not to send
us any rescuers. I prayed not to be
found by any other humans. I hate all other
humans besides you. I know it’s incredibly
selfish of me but… We’ve enough
provisions here to
survive… You know, in my case, for the rest
of my life. It’s all a matter of
days, really. I want these last days to be
spent with you alone.”
They made love there in the
dirty sand
and he didn’t mind covering that rotting
mouth with his
By the time she died
her belly
was quite swollen
And he made his peace
with the fact that he’ll never get
over it
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To you
Loving you was never easy
But I never minded pain.
Your eyes and heart
Could look right through me
And nothing would remain.
In that way I was always yours
- I never doubted your love.
But I do admit
Your truth was something
I’d be wary of.
Your warmth would melt me
Through and through,
And your smile
Was always
My favorite view.
So looking back,
I never knew.
Just how small
I was
To you.
Please Give Me 15 Million Dollars or...
Ill open the potato chips and leave only one
Ill open the bag of cookies and leave only crumbs
The tater tots will vanish, a carrot in their place
Ill crush up all your pringles and leave nothing i their place
Ill walk around your house and leave handprints on the glass
Ill wait for three months and still not cut the grass
I wont take off my shoes after playing in the mud
And ill walk on your carpet and all over your rug
I wont change the light bulb when it flickers and goes out
Ill fill up the bathtub with a bunch of flailing trout
I wont close the fridge while I pour a glass of milk
And all ill put in a load of wash is one yellow kilt
Im holding my upbringing for ransom, mom
And theres no way you can sway me
Cause theres no way Ill move out and get a job
So if you want me to leave, pay me
the building was still unfinished
They will never finish the building
It would stay in its skeletal form
forever
because the government is
corrupt
but then
they all are
so it wasn’t the grandest
tragedy of the world
It was a fun place for
the kids
A place where they pretended to be
monkeys and did parkour
and whatnot
A place where tight friendships
and love were to
be discovered
and kept hidden in the various
incomplete rooms
and under unfinished stairs
The unfinished building was the
wonderland of a truly magical childhood
And it was still unfinished by
the time childhood ended
It’s been twenty years
and her girlfriends kept asking
her why she wasn’t
dating or starting a family
She just shrugged. Said she didn’t
want to hurt any men
It was enough those twenty years
ago when she
told a boy that he had to
walk across the high ledge if he wanted her kiss
Poor kid was too dumb and love-struck
for his own good,
but his fall and death took her out of the
tomboy phase.
She no longer sought adventure
and thrill
twenty years...
And the building was
still unfinished
***
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A Glimpse
The other day I was in class and I happened to look over at one side of the room as people were filing in and finding seats. This one guy was trying to find a place to sit and sat right next to this girl. I looked at her face and for a split second I saw love mixed with pure joy as she looked at him. Later I realized that they were married and it made everything even sweeter to me.
I keep coming back and thinking about this moment I happened to see. It made me feel so lonely. Some of my bestest friends just got boyfriends and its made me feel a little left out in my friend group. I don't want a boyfriend right now - I think 19 is a good age - but I do want that feeling of completion that comes from finding "the one."
I want to someday find the someone who looks at me that way, and who I can look at that way. He doesn't have to be perfect, just the perfect match for me.
My gun
Tell me the truth.
Give me a gun.
Let me alone.
Go to your room.
Look at the mirror.
The gun and you.
Feel your pain.
What do you mean
to life?
Now.
The gun and you.
What should we discuss?
The gun, you are my solution.
You are my savior.
You are my everything.
But.
My gun, you aren't enough to take my life.
You need a partner.
A bullet.
A little and fast useful thing.
You are my friend.
Who helps me with moving.
I take on my jacket.
Go to forest with my friends.
Gun and bullet.
Are in my pocket.
It’s a good place.
Quite silence and calm.
Come close to me, my gun.
I don’t feel nothing.
I don’t breathe.
My gun,
I give you my life.
Take it now.
Writing
It's hard to explain,
It's easier to feel.
How excited you get,
how much you squeal.
Energy runs through you,
like you could run for miles,
Your hands shake,
as you struggle to write,
All the while,
Imagining a character's plight.
You wiggle with happiness
from your head to your toes.
Giddy as a child,
your imagination's wild.
What seems like just words,
is an entire world,
one that's your own.
One that you can't wait to share.
To get your ideas and feelings out there.
Writing is not putting words on a page,
it's telling others your emotions and thoughts.
the only way you can.
A Tale of a Creature
Sit down, and I shall tell you a tale,
Of something smaller than a house,
but bigger than a whale.
So, go out and tell your sisters and your brothers
of this creature of many colors.
For there once were days you would watch the sunrise,
and from there you'd see something that flies,
No, it's not a bird, not a plan, not even a butterfly,
It has large green scales, green, blue, and black,
sometimes it would fly forwards, sometimes back.
Its wings are made of leather, just like a bat.
They go up and down, and then flat.
Its tail is so full of spikes,
balances the creature while in flight.
From its mouth a fire does blaze,
making light as bright as day.
Where do they come from?
Well, nobody knows
they just come, they just go.
Do you know what creature this could be?
A dragon! Of Course! A dragon I see.