Sometimes, when it's tranquil and I get to p o n d e r
I begin to fathom we're made for each o t h e r;
I know that God plumped up my chest and its c o n t e n t
to safeguard your worn out bones from curling o v e r.
Laced, our hands trace shadows under mint moon's c r e s c e n t;
we are lost causes and divulged dances o u t s p e n t.
I know my skin is downy as opposed to y o u r s
for you to take shelter under my winged s e g m e n t.
Still, understand that you're the reason I can s o a r,
accept that we're a pastiche of paramour c o r e s.
I'm th
first relationship finale by Sammur-amat, literature
Literature
first relationship finale
i sit my head into my pillow stack
weather-worn
restless
multi-torn
i breathe in
breathe out
s i g h
deeply, feverishly
c r y
not because you were ever in my bed
-i have yet to become a carnivore
too young to taste the indulgence of flesh
but because i have yet to feel the weight of
your head
your thoughts at unholy hours
things
places
persons
situations
Almost-Buoyant Credence by Sammur-amat, literature
Literature
Almost-Buoyant Credence
Dear ocean child
born from the escape of drowning suns,
I have longed
for your halcyon-woven hair
and lucid, lyrical gaze
for the longest while
Let me trace resting eights, lemniscates
along each inch of your holy-grail spine
swimming toward the sea snakes
embedded in your sacrum
Harbinger of kismet,
people like to drown in their misery
because it somehow reminds them
that they're alive.
take the lady sitting by the fog-kissed window, for example.
see how delicately her lower lip quivers
as she downs pints of coffee like a drug addiction
when in reality, each sip creates fissures on her tongue
and fills her stomach with caffeinated liquid
she secretly wishes was cyanide.
or watch how the curious boy with suns as eyes
turns to face you and aligns his line of sight with yours;
watch how his juvenile soul becomes
a map of bones so easy for you to read.
suddenly, you realize a gaze could have never held
that much despair
until
"Why the hell do you care?!" I yelled. He looked at me like I was crazy and then he exploded.
"Because I love you, you selfish bitch!" My quick fire retort died in my throat I was so stunned. He continued, his voice lowering with each word until he was almost whispering. "Even though you ignore me, even though you look right through me and insult me." His head drooped and just that quickly he deflated completely. I stared at him dumbfounded as emotions warred across his face. Finally he smiled, but it was more a bearing of teeth than anything. "Even though you walk all over me and you drive me completely insane." He looked up at
"I was a monster. The littlest of things would set me off. I was screaming, looking for a fight. There was so much rage inside of me. In the end, I guess I was mad at myself...for surviving."
"I still hear the screams, I still smell the blood. I can still taste the dust on my lips. Every time I close my eyes, my heart leaps into my throat when I see that missing wall, the dust billowing out. I still feel my throat going raw as I scream for the two that we knew were underneath the rubble. I still feel his swollen, bloody hand in mine as he fights to live...."
Sometimes I hurt the ones that I love the most, even though they're the ones
A little girl stores childhood memories in her teddy bear.
A little boy stores childhood memories in the magazine of his m16.
A little girl is tucked into a warm bed by her mommy after her daddy is done with sharing a bed time tale.
A little boy is cold and shivering laying on wet grass all the while hearing screams and explosions for lullabies.
A little girl is dressed in white with red trimmings twirling herself like a ballerina.
A little boy clothes himself with whatever he takes as booty and prides himself for it.
A little girl is born into a tender home of a smart lineage in Columbia, Maryland, USA.
A little boy is spawned at som
in each rainbow gasoline street puddle, in each broken glass window and aperture, i search for myself. what it is exactly that i am searching for i can never tell. all i know is that i know nothing of anyone, not even of myself.
i walk the streets and avenues as if i've been here before but not. i peer across the smog-smitten skies, trying to find familiar shadows to remind of home--yet no faces come to mind. as i follow the trail of a limping dog, i see how she is a crippled bitch feeding her pups nonetheless: i digress. i pursue a pink tricycle and her pretty pint-sized owner; she leads me out of the smoggy central station and into suburba
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The link above is an article telling of how Christian Bale, the actor who plays Batman, actually visited the victims of the Aurora, Colorado shooting. Nothing can truly express my amazement and growing respect for his actions as an actor. This is one of the things I'm saving for generations to remember. When people start believing there isn't enough good in the world left, we do have living heroes. Christian Bale may not be a soldier at war giving his life to defend his country. He may not be running for elections and dealing with political scandals. He may not do all the smal