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Saturday, November 19th, 2016

Subject:To Steph
Posted by:no1spoet.
Time:9:20 pm.
Originally posted by no1spoet at To Steph

I am super drunk and I wish you were here in person to keep me in line.

You are ghost, the ghost of me, the ghost of me past and present and future.

I like to think you know all these things because you knew how to kiss me.

When I die this should be my obituary.

Someone who never really knew me, because that's the way someone could ever hope to know me....

"I will lie awake,

lie for fun and fake the way I hold you,

Let you fall for every empty word I say."

Thats my legacy, really....

I wish I was more, but I'm not.

All the love was true, minus the intention.

Am I emo after all?

I told the man I love to stay away, in a very convincing manner.

Someday I will print this all, and it will be like the time I told you to promise not to read the journals I'd left in your care: Like it's all BULLSHIT. Just like the rest of it.

Through school and friends and drugs and drink and family and friends and family and fuck it all...

Are we still here?

Is this our poem?

Will we really be knitting and crocheting at the end of our days?

Because I'm already crocheting, I've been doing it for years.

I'm ready, I've been ready...

One day, when they're all dead and gone it will still be you.

Once all the walls and people and ties and promises are gone...

We'll just shit and fart and knit and giggle like crazy people...

And we'll be happy and no one will even know.

Love you forever, bitch.

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Monday, July 30th, 2012

Subject:To A Heart
Posted by:kinky_carter.
Time:2:14 pm.
What if after this life...?
You'd fall so in love with me?
When our eyes meet in time
Emerald pools deplete into my ocean blue
And the vintage record begins to skip
As we begin this dance again
I must confess
Hoping you who is so far away will notice me
I look up to the throne upon which you sit
So very high above me
Like Luna in the sky
You with your crown
Winds blow
My breathe escapes me
And I hear leaves rolling across like marching feet
A momentary distraction
An outstretched hand as if only to kiss
Where all my eviscerated feelings wish to reach you
Longingly, my absinthe fairy
With how love screams from my lungs and rains down like marbles falling from the skies
Of every color and every design
All around you
Where I will envelope you, consume you, devour you, and inspire you
I'd wish to kiss the orchid in which you withhold
And show you all wonders of love in this vast world
Caressing you in weeping kisses to carry you over the edge
So fade away with me into another time and another place
We will meet again my little lamb
You and that fleece of yours
Until then, sing me a song
Sing me to sleep
Where I can hope to dream of you and me.


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Saturday, May 19th, 2012

Subject:Original fic: The Girl From the Forest, the Boy From the Sea
Posted by:lonewytch.
Time:9:44 pm.
Title: The Girl From the Forest, the Boy From the Sea
Author[personal profile] lonewytch 
Wordcount: 2844
Rating: G
Genre: Fairy Story/Myth
A/N: This is the first piece of non fanfic fic i  have ever posted. It's pretty scary doing it, i have to say, and i'm a bit frightened especially as this story is deeply personal. It's essentially a fairy story, written in what i hope is a mythic style. Feedback is appreciated.

Summary: Once, in this older world of not very long ago, lived a girl. She was a girl who was made both of fire and of the earth, and she lived in a little house of rock, wood and moss at the centre of a forest by the sea.
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Tuesday, October 25th, 2011

Subject:Car Rides.
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:6:23 am.
"You don't understand. She sleeps all day. Until four or five o'clock and even then sometimes she just lays in bed and watches television." He signals left and turns. She listens to the clinking noise of his turn signal.

"Oh no I'm pretty sure I understand. It's not a health issue, at least that part isn't, at least I don't think so. I think it's her depression." Just saying the word to him aloud felt awkward, like the period talk in sixth grade health.

"Yeah. I picked up her suitcase of medicine at the pharmacy and I saw the depression medicine and didn't know the name so I asked what it was for. She didn't even tell me."

"Not surprised." She looks out the window at the yards as they pass. A few normal houses. White house, blue shutter kind of houses. Maybe a bike left in the yard or sidewalk chalk scribbling monster shapes in the driveway. The monster shapes leered back, their eyes their biggest feature. Then the other houses, faded white, grey really. Broken boards on the porch, missing screen from the window.

He smiles at the red bike in the yard of one of the homes. "I had a red bike like that. But yeah, she just sleeps. I told her today-- and I feel guilty about this and it wasn't meant to hurt-- but I was just trying to explain my feelings and I said I feel like I'm in this marriage by myself."

"Ouch."

"What?"

"By yourself. She probably already feels lonely as it is."

His grip around the steering wheel tightens a bit and he leans forward. His silver wedding ring glistens as they pass under a street lamp. It doesn't even have a scratch yet. "Well I feel terrible. I just, I don't know how to get her out of bed. She refuses and it's hard as hell. I try but then I just kind of go and do my own thing, let her sleep, and she gets mad about it."

She nods, holding her hands together almost as if in prayer. She looks down and sees, then removes the odd pose. It strikes as an unfamiliar feeling. "Well mornings are hard. Really hard."

"Yeah."

"She has always been like that. Since I was a kid. I get like that too-- if I don't stay busy, really busy. It's got to be one of the two extremes. Either I can't do anything at all. I'm completely rundown. Or I've got to be superwoman to distract myself." She continues the thought, from the feeling that I'm nothing more than an empty sack, strung up on a clothes line and waiting for somebody to pull me down. "The opposite just happens to work better for her."

"But you're involved in everything. She can't even get up to walk the dog with me."

"No motivation, that's why. Depression does that to you. You don't know why. It's just the way you're wired." You juts feel it wash over your toes, this feeling of dirty water. Then you start getting goosebumps, knowing you're about to get cold. Then you will do anything, crawl under a blanket and turn off every harassing piece of technology, just to not feel that feeling of aching cold that you know is about to set in. "She needs to take her medicine. You need to make her take it."

"I just don't understand."

Breathing in, "Look, if this puts it in perspective for you. It's not just her. I have to force myself out of bed every morning. Six hour exams, three hour meetings, twenty page papers, that's all easy. Eating meals on the go and running between obligations just to keep up, easy. Waking up is the hardest thing in my life. It's the point of the day, before I've put on my tailored personality, the one I hope makes me successful, but morning, that's the point of the day where I'm the truest to who I am. It's fucking hard. I can't get out of bed. I dread it. It's like confronting your worst fear every day of your life. Aaron felt the way you felt a few years back, when we first started dating. He didn't get it. He's so... normal. I didn't know people were actually normal. I thought that was just a myth and everybody was as screwed up as me but he's really normal."

"Huh."

"And he had to physically pull me out of the bed. Somedays I would get physical with him, push him away and crawl back into my cave. Sometimes I still do, during episodes. Some days I would cry. I almost always feel like it. And sometimes, I put on my slave shackles and my clothes and go on with my day and the whole day I think, what the fuck am I doing? I wish I could... well. That's all terrible but it's worth those few days where I'm just okay. If I didn't think another one of those days would ever come, I don't think I could ever put my feet back on the floor."

"So if she feels like that, what do I do?"

"Kiss her forehead and say, it's okay. She'll know your lying but it feels good for the second your words hang in the air."
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Wednesday, April 13th, 2011

Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:3:56 am.

Hey to all of you out there. Some of you have kind of gotten to know me for quite some time, reading whatever I happen to throw at this journal. If you're new, you could have picked a better moment to intervene but that is okay. Stick around until you get bored.

I don't know how many of you know this or have caught on but I have a chronic case of MDD, or Major Depressive Disorder. Sometimes it is nearly nonexistent and others incredibily severe. Sometimes I forget I have it. Other times I feel like my mind is diseased and some type of negativity has hijacked my entire body, soul, brain, everything. It's like I can't escape and my every hope is held hostage to this angry, irritable, terrifying I don't know if it is a person, side of my self, glitch, or a kind of a virus that just gets control when my system is vulnerable.

But it shows me terrifying things.  Things I could do to myself. Images of death, gore, dying, decay, any image that you would be shocked at on a film screen suddenly becomes native to my own mind. I can't get out. It takes away my every word and speaks terrible, terrible things for me. It pushes people away and I just break down.

Normally I am incredibly motivated. It cuts me off at the knees. The only thought that is my own, the only part of me that is left during this captive struggle is Jesus just let me die, let me die. I want to fucking die already. There is no hope in life. Everything is gray at best, black at worst.

Everything about me is to fault. I'm suspicious of others and know they will let me down or put me down or show me something incredibly faulty about myself. Everybody has a gun and I am a target and a villain, all at the same time. I can't get close to anybody, anything. I can't speak, can't think. I can just stare at the computer screen.

I feel like I am losing my ever-loving mind and any moments of sanity or rationale are fleeting. I try to call to myself, try to get rid of the shadow eclipsing my soul and emerge from the black waters filling my lungs and the pressure and gravity destroying every attempt at saving myself. I just get heavier and heavier and I know there is a black hole at the bottom of that ocean and I always make it above water and to shore. But every time I get closer to sinking into that hole and I know one day it is going to happen. One day it's going to swallow me and that will be the point beyond no return. I'll drown and the only thing that will be left of me will be a body and a shadow of myself. And even now I feel that shadow just behind me, beginning to wash over my heels. And I'm terrified of it and frantically trying to escape it and so tired that I'm surrendering to it, all at the same time.

And to me that is death. Death isn't the death of your body. That's just a machine shutting down. That's just a body that has stopped working. But when the soul gives in, when it sinks and drowns, that's a terrible death, a death I feel more and more every day of my fucking life. I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't even know that girl that was smiling yesterday, who was successful, who was everything I'm not. She had people fooled. I'm just a shadow.
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Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

Posted by:robein.
Time:11:33 pm.

Rivulets of water slowly ran down my face, leaving a moist trail that stopped by my quivering lips. Eyelashes, damp with tears slowly opened, black smears of mascara coated the bottom of my eyes as I struggled to control myself. The bitter chill wrapped around me like a cocoon, threatening to tear the bouquet of flowers away that was held in my limp hand. I stifled a scream that clawed its way up my throat as I laid my eyes upon the mass of people who wore the traditional clothes of mourning. Faces blurred together until I couldn't distinguish the pitied looks that were thrown my way.

 

 

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Monday, January 10th, 2011

Subject:Making Homemade Brownies
Posted by:ms_psuedonym.
Time:9:04 am.
Mood: artistic.
If you were stranded on an island and could pick one thing to have with you, what would it be, and why?

You took the spatula
and stuck it in the kitty litter.
I rebutted defiantly,
but you cast your spell
with that knowing look in your eye.
So I shut my hole in disbelief,
while you scraped droppings and urine
with the utensil I lovingly made last night’s dinner with.
But you weren’t there to even notice,
so none of that would have made you any difference.
You finished your charade
and handed the new janitorial device to me for washing.
I gawped and laughed and hee-hawed-
and you raised your eyebrows as if to slap me.
But you hadn’t reached that point,
you hadn’t crossed that line
because you knew I could physically kick your ass.
When you turned your back,
I threw it in the trash, carefully concealing it.
It was the funniest thing I had ever seen you do yet.
But your humor would be an outpouring,
and my plot thickened as I continued it,
making homemade brownies…
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Saturday, January 8th, 2011

Subject:Short Story - Life's A Game
Posted by:naivecrimson.
Time:12:09 pm.
Title: Life's A Game
Author: naiveCRIMSON
Genre: Magical Realism
Rating: PG
Word count: 5768
Preview: "'Very well, very well. And here I was, thinking it would be a straightforward game. But nothing is ever that way with you, is it?''"

A/N: So, I wrote this short story quite a while ago (amongst others which I might end up posting here anyway) and I'd love to hear what you think.

Here to read at my journal.
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Thursday, December 30th, 2010

Subject:Arori: The Painter.
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:6:41 pm.


This follows a previous entry. You can find it here: http://shoelace009.livejournal.com/102324.html .
I think it is better if you read the entry but you don't have to in order to get it.

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Heat seared towards me on the tails of red sparks. I was in the wrong end of a firework shot towards the ground rather than away from it. It felt like one of those moments you see in an apocalypse movie. I was going to die. We all were. But when I looked up at the woman, I noticed her eyes for the first time. Large, but not in a looming kind of way. They were black but a gentle black with a twinkle, like a diamond sat in each of them. You'd think she would have realized what she had done. You'd think there would be an expression of guilt, or at least one of panic. But nothing. She just waited.

And then the shower fell to the earth all around the awning. It looked like handfuls of sparklers falling to the ground and extinguishing in puddles. Steam curled up in snakelike tendrils from where each spark had landed. There was some hissing for a bit and then nothing. Silence except for a dented pop can being pushed across the pavement down the street.

I thought that when I looked up she would be gone, like she had never been there. Just a constellation outlining a shape I had imagined. But she was, and was staring down at me knowlingly, like we had known each other my whole life. She smiled and I saw rows of pearls, real pearls.

Arori, I thought. I didn't understand where that came from. My name is Arori. I looked over my shoulder for somebody. Up here. She smiled again.

"Oh." Very eloquent response of course.

She nodded and turned away from me, spreading pink, orange, and yellow across the sky. It was most vibrant in the east and faded out into the west where she sat on the silver edge. Goodnight. But, it's almost morning. I heard a laugh that sounded like a short melody. Maybe for you.

The lady waved a few multicolored fingers then hung onto the moon as it flipped around and the sun began to rise above a cloud like a child slowly peering out from under the blankets in the morning.

[Possibly to be continued.]
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Subject:The Painter.
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:2:28 am.

I looked up. It was one of those nights where I had nowhere to go so I just picked a star in the sky and followed the streets I thought would get me closest to it, ignoring the fact that none of the streets were on hills and I wasn't climbing any higher. It didn't matter though because I wanted to be closer to the star, not in possession of it. Doing that would make it nothing more than a flimsy night light bought at the corner store, adjacent to my flat.

So like I did most nights when I couldn't sleep, I just followed. I figured the less I look at the ground, the less aware I was that I was pinned to it, like a piece of fabric safety pinned to the quilt. I hopefully wasn't being sewn into the earth any time soon. Anyways, if I could just avoid looking at the ground and try to make sure nothing got in my sights but the sky, then maybe I could convince myself that that was where I was.

That night, in order to see the moon, I had to round the corner of a crumbled brick building with dusty dirty windows that distorted my reflection when I glanced at them. The moon wasn't realy my thing. I generally preferred the simple stars but that night it was different, much different. Nobody ever believes my stories. They say my nighttime walks are just dreams and maybe this one was but there was a woman sitting on it. She had short, chocolate brown hair that was flipped out. A thin, white, lace dress hung from her ivory shoulders. Her ankles were crossed and hung over one of the edges, balancing her as she leaned into the sky, painting silver and gold stars. She was articulate, and graceful, and, well as much as I hate to say it, perfect. She wasn't worried about who was watching her or the lengths of her strokes. It was like she was illustrating something that had already been created and she was just filling in the truth.

People always tell you this junk about how you're looking into the past when you look at stars and whatever, all that scientific bull. And, I generally am in favor of knowledge of whatever kind in order to support belief but there she was and I didn't need any other sort of explanation. It just was. She was there painting stars, and then, as if it was part of the plan, she began painting something else.

It was like a kid had tipped his crayon box over into the sky, a crayon box that had been left out in the sun so it was just melted wax. She spread the melted wax with her fingers in all different directions. Blue violet and indigo. Fuschia and Sea Green. Turquoise and orchid and a hundred other colors. Stars burst from clouds and their golden sparks rained down through the atmostphere until it turned into a mild rain shower that brushed my face before falling to the sordid bricks in the sidewalk. It was like watching the creation of something. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt mythological and real and magical and true all at the same time so that I wasn't sure what I was looking or why. I just knew that I was enjoying what I saw and I knew I somehow was a part of it.

And then she did something I didn't expect. She began to paint with crimson and firebrick and forest green, grey and black. And something in me grew fearful. I'm not sure why. But for some reason when she ran palms of paint acrossed the newly fierce clouds I began to wonder what I had to do at home and an invisible leash tugged me back to my stoop. I'd just stepped under the awning when the clouds she'd painted, those clouds that had been so beautiful and graceful, ripped themselves open and a crimson flood of sparks fell toward the earth.

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I was inspired by an image on one of the photography websites I check out. I wasn't sure where I was going with this and it was purely freewritten so if it makes no sense I apologize. I just had to write what has been in my head all day.
 

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Monday, December 13th, 2010

Subject:Frostbitten Love.
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:2:16 am.

I'm sitting here, staring at the windshield freezing over. I know how it feels because my feet are going through about the same thing. Waiting on you, like always. Burning with anger and frustration, even in the midst of a snow storm. Didn't know it was possible but here we are.

God I'm always waiting on you. And I feel like I've done this a hundred times, sitting in the car, seething, knowing you're in the house bullshitting while I'm losing limbs. You always say "Oh I'm just going in to get something." Either you've neglected to tell me that you have to get into Cuba to get it, which would take a whole lot of time, or you're just a slow ass. Out of all the guys I picked up, all the guys I hung out with freshman year of college, I had to get the one who takes three days to do one load of laundry.

I'll think these thoughts a hundred times but it will never change anything. Because we both know I'll be here next  week doing the same thing. Some people think love is shown in a black and white picture, a rose, that kind of kiss where you close your eyes and breathe really deep, those butterfly feelings, but it's not. Those are the benefits of love. Real love, is feeling like a fucking Eskimo in the middle of a freezing ice box of a car in December because you love your slow ass boyfriend too much to stay at home in the heat. Real love is knowing that you're more likely to get hit by a train than get anywhere on time with him but realizing that, no matter how much you complain, you wouldn't change it, because then he'd be some Type A bastard with a watch stuck up his ass.

Whenever I listened to fairytales as a little girl, saw Cinderella in her pumpkin carriage, I never thought that my carriage would be a broken down Ford with no exhaust and a missing driver but at least I know that when it hits midnight and I become who I really am, you'll stick around.

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Saturday, November 27th, 2010

Subject:The Lion and the Doe.
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:3:31 pm.

Sometimes I'm the lion, and sometimes I'm the doe. When you make me mad, when I'm passionate about something, when my blood is racing so fast it's roaring like a hundred white rapids, I'm the lion. My curly hair rests, curl over curl, twenty rolling masses protecting my vulnerable neck and masking my exposed heart. But my hide won't be thick forever, sometime I have to lay down in the sun. The heat wears on me and before I know it my lashes are caressing one another. My paws grow too heavy to pick up and I'm rooted where I stand. I'm tamed and I fall heavily, like a building drawn too far into the sky. Pride is strong and stubborn but it is short lived.

And then I'm the doe, prancing around dead leaves and snow melting on my nose. All at once I'm graceful, nervous, and vulnerable. I look so innocent, standing there. I don't make much noise but you watch me none the less. At first you enjoy it, you're entranced. You want to draw closer and pet me, run your hands along my long back. You watch my every movement, the musles on my legs running smoothly like water in a shallow river. No sound, no rocks to hinder it.

But then it grows cold and that river turns to ice. The seasons change and you're not a boy anymore. My grace doesn't matter to you. You forget the fact that I mean no harm; it's erased from your mind as if you never knew it. You forget that first snowfall and the joy we both felt. You pull out your gun and you shoot me, a bullet to the heart.

And all at once, you've taken everything I ever was, a proud yet vulnerable thing, a girl you once loved. And with one fatal blow, you crushed both hearts, that of the lion and the doe. Because when you were a boy somebody let you play with a gun and pretend to shoot imaginary Indians. And when you grew, you forgot who you were shooting at, who you were hurting. You drew me in because you loved me, because I loved you, because you made me feel wild and tame at the same time, and just when I walked into the clearing, you punctured me with lead. Didn't you ever think of who you were shooting? Didn't you ever stop to think that I'm more than a trophy? Don't you ever stop to think that there is more to being a man than hunting and taming and caging and hurting? More than the destruction you make with your own hands?

You used to pet animals, you used to hold girls' hands, now you shoot them because it's all a sport.

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Friday, November 26th, 2010

Subject:Trump.
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:2:43 pm.
I just want to be loved. I just want that one person who doesn't make me compete. Just somewhere, just in that one person's heart, I want to be the trump card, the queen, and the ace at the same time. I don't want the whole world to revere me. Screw the world's worship. Here today and gone tomorrow. No thanks, I don't want to be glamorous. I don't want to be famous. But just to one person, I want to be the legend, the epic, the fantasy, and the love story. I don't want a fairy tale. Cinderella can keep her shoes. No seven dwarfs will follow me.  Just you. You're enough.

Fairy tales don't exist. Somewhere the little girl in me has seen with knowing eyes that there is no Prince Charming. And the adult in me has adjusted and grown to love it. Bring me your flaws. I'll kiss them all. Just bring your heart with it. Your whole heart. That's all I want. I don't want to be forgotten for a video game or another girl or the guys. I want to be your one necessity. So that no matter where you go in the world, even if I'm temporarily on the other side of it, my name is written on your mind and my heart in your hand.

If you want all of me, you have it. It's yours. But if you get all of me don't go searching for anything else. If my heart isn't enough, if your head still turns on your shoulders because you feel like you're standing there, waiting on just one more thing, a traveller at a stop waiting on a bus, then get on it when it comes. Get on it and don't look out at the window as it goes. I want to be a destination, not a rest stop.

Keep in mind I'm not asking for the world. I'm not asking for the attention of all who come and go. I'm okay to be alone. But if I'm going to give that up, if I'm going to leave my peaceful solidarity it has to be replaced by something else. I don't want you to give me the world. I just want to look at it standing next to you. No matter how beautiful the island, how bright the stars, how soft the sandy beach, don't stow me anywhere for you to come back to. Life doesn't wait. Love doesn't wait. Neither can I.

Why do pirates hide their treasure anyway? Just for somebody to come along and find it. If you find something worth finding, don't leave it. If you say I'm your treasure then where are you going? If X marks the spot, and I'm standing on it, so should you. You should never need a map to find what you love because you should never turn away from it. Buried treasure is obviously no treasure at all.
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Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

Subject:Train
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:2:29 pm.
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How can you be there? How can you be there and not really be there?

You're there. I see you, sitting there in all your glory, well maybe in all your reality because I never saw any glory ever in my own life, in you or anybody else. But you sit there, in your whatever it is, and you're not there. Physically, yes. But that has never been enough. Just as a soul cannot go anywhere without its body, a body is nothing without the soul that holds it up.

You're there but you're not really there. I see you but I don't see the you that I know, that I love. You're there, but you're not really there for me. You're there for the approval of others, the admiration of others, the respect of others, but not for me.

Selfish, yeah maybe it is. Screwed up, yeah maybe I am. Maybe I'm a lot of things. But all of those things, those are how you feel and feelings are not rational so you cannot apologize for them.

So when I say leave because I'm not getting what I need, leave because your presence upsets me more than helps me, I'm not going to apologize for it. We're just two people on two trains, heading in different directions. We had different starting points so we passed each other. But that passing was moments ago and now we're looking back. It's slowly getting harder to see you and the ache that comes from craining my neck to do so is starting to gnaw at me. I'm reading to accept where my train is going and where your's isn't. So you're not here anymore and that's my choice.

Simple as that. Two trains. Two people. Two ends.


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Monday, August 16th, 2010

Subject:Out to sea.
Posted by:shoelace009.
Time:12:44 am.
You left. I still ache for the leaves that were on the ground the last time you danced across the lawn. I watched you go. I let you go, pledging to follow that old time rule: if you love something, let it go and if it comes back to you, its yours. Well, doesn't really work that way with ships because your current never came back my way. You left. And I stayed.

I stood there, that afternoon. I'm sure my body witnessed the sunset-they're so pretty on beaches- but I didn't. I was glued to that skyline, the one where the waves slip into the clouds. The water washed my sandy feet again and again, a little colder, a little more each time. I don't know exactly how long it's been. All I know is sometimes I'll drive by, peer over that hill, and see myself, rooted there, hair surrendering to the wind, watching that skyline. And that's when I know, even if I haven't remembered to look in a while, that you left. You never came back. And I'm still standing there.
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Monday, May 31st, 2010

Subject:anna likes to die
Posted by:willterrytragic.
Time:4:19 pm.

(05/29/2010)

Anna has every reason to kill herself. Never underestimate a person with reasons or you may become one. I know the reasons, almost in memory. She worries that if one night she were to kill herself, no one would know her reasons for doing so. But she has as many plans for that as she does reasons.

Before turning on the gas stove, or closing the garage door, or dragging a vertical blade down her arms, Anna has a routine that is just as fatalistic. I see the remains of this plan every day, at the same hour. The U.S.P.S. delivery driver brings another sealed manila envelope to me. Inside is her suicide letter.

 

"Dear Will,

It is my hope that as this letter arrives to you, I am dead. Be sure to put some water in the dish for my cat, for she thirsts, I’m sure you understand.”

 

I keep every letter she sends me in the same box, dated. The stack is pretty friggin high now. Every time Anna decides to kill herself, which is every afternoon for 4 months, she writes a letter to me, drives to U.S.P.S. and has it sent to me at my apartment here. I never really grasp at why she doesn’t succeed, because the letters never stop coming.

 

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