If I could play the guitar,
I would, for you.
The deep echoes,
Thrumming, strumming,
Playing deep within me,
I wish I could let you hear,
So you'd know I love you.
If I could draw a picture,
I would, for you.
Soft and sweet,
The images of you and me,
The ones that lull me to sleep,
I wish I could let you see,
So you'd know I love you.
If I could give a hug,
I would, for you.
Just like yours,
Strong and comforting,
Letting me believe that all is good,
I wish I could let you feel,
So you'd know how much I love you.
A snowy, back-city rat road. Steel buildings crowd the grey sky, their lifeless pallor crumbling under the sorrowful snowflakes. It's a soft, fluffy snow, as if trying to keep the peace, instead of the violent, wind-whipped storm they want. Still, this is acceptable cover.
A flash of green breaks the monotone picture. It is a young man, crouching in the snow; a white blanket slumps around his feet. He's in a park. The swings remain motionless as he crosses over to them. His khaki pants and black army boots show nothing about him. He is standard. He is normal. His hair is the only thing that stands out. It is bleach-blonde, a plastic white
"He Hello?" Inhale, exhale, shaking.
"Emily?" Question, tentative.
"Ye-Yeah it is. Emily. This is Emily. C-Can we talk?"
"Of course. Do you want me to have Tony pick you up from-"
"No! No. No, it's fine. I'll catch the bus. I just need an adult to talk to. Is Tony home?" Deep breath, calm, inhale, exhale, still shaking.
"No, he's not. I think he's out with friends. Is everything okay?"
"Don't tell him I'm coming over."
"Are you alright?"
" "
"Emily?"
" No "
" I'll be waiting."
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Her palms sweating, Emily closed the cell phone quietly, cutting off the voice on the other end of the line. Ca
You're a dead man dying,
Choking on your tongue,
Dirt strangling the pores of your skin.
Unfortunately fr you,
I'm not the good Samaritan,
I'm the rabbi who scampers by in disgust,
But at least I've got my reasons.
You're a dead man dying,
Scars of regret torn across your face,
Gums flapping in the wind.
I won't listen to you though,
That time has long passed,
But I'll at least close your eyes,
So you can't see me lying.
You're a dead man.
Scarred face,
Closed eyes,
Open mouth;
You make such an odd picture
And I really don't know whether to laugh
Or to cry.
A Collection of Six Words by HazukiNinja, literature
Literature
A Collection of Six Words
All it took was a touch.
Love is not what we have.
The words break off my soul.
NaruSasu? That's not why I'm here.
Zeus shall smite the llama haters.
Repeat, giraffe is lose on I-10!
Paint drips on the lonely canvas.
I sigh in relief, finally free.
I take in your smoky smell...
Can't you see I hate you?!
Someone died today. That is all.
She eagerly waited for Santa Claus.
My heart quivers, a caged bird.