The lights flicker on and off. There is a rhythm to it, a pattern to it, there has to be. Olivia watches the dance of electricity with bloodshot eyes, trying to read her future in the flashes. With every burst she catches sight of the room she is in, stark walls thrown into harsh relief stabbing her eyes. There is a crack in the ceiling above her. At least, there was a moment ago. An eternity of flickering light ago. She cannot tell if it is still there, her vision now floating with dark shapes. Something scuttles along the corner of the wall.
She pays it no mind, trying to count the time between darkness and light with little more than a few shaky breaths. Her eyes are dry now. Every blink feels like sandpaper. If she closes her eyes, will she be able to open them again? Olivia thinks (she thinks she thinks she thinks)...
She gazed at the empty streets. Smoke wreathed her head, burning her throat and lungs. To see her standing there, enthroned upon the rubble, one might marvel at her beauty. It certainly was unearthly, untouchable.
One might marvel, but most don’t.
Scars traced tales of battles won and lost across her body. Jagged angles, long healed bullet holes, a patch of burns, all telling a story too often ignored. A nasty cut spread across her chest, still dripping blood slowly down her body.
She wore these scars like medals. They were well deserved, a warning- I have fought and been hurt yet I am still alive, tread lightly here. She glanced, unconcerned, down at her hands, still caked with ash.
She clapped once, twice dusting off the excess powder, revealing an angry burn on her palm. The skin stretched and distorted over her bones, rippling in a way that would seem painful.
Around her, the...
sometimes i hear voices
secrets in my ear
tales of a world we
a friend passes by
laughing conversation hums
is it the creek?
something more mundane?
i don't want to know
eyes closed i listen
some inspirational crap that has really helped me out
said this earlier
but a year ago i was super insecure and mildly anorexic
but i went to war with myself and i won. i am stronger than i think and so are you
but for anybody out there who feels alone or forgotten
let me tell you some stuff
1. there is always somebody out there for you. a friend you can turn to, an adult, a teacher, heck it sounds dumb but your parents!! are there!! for you!! they want to see you succeed and be happy!!
2. talking helps. don't internalize everything. not everything you carry is your burden. you don't need to be a superhero. it's okay if you save one person, and if that one person is you, you have saved a life
3. you deserve everything good in this world. don't let anybody tell you different. just because you made a mistake doesn't...
All day I sit and watch the people pass. Empty words and hollow faces, I learn, do not make conversation. A conversation is deeper than that, a connection we forgot how to forge. Most don’t seem to notice, content to talk without speaking. There are always a few, however, who are aware. Their thoughts are active and spiraling, full grins and heavy tears complete the human emotional package. They notice things.
The sun rises every day
A young girl holds a lollipop, watching the pigeons with bright eyes
Nothing can stop the sunset
The man rests his head in his hands, tired of being tired
Words, sharper bullets than steel
She skips through the streets, feet lighter than the air she breathes
I see it all. Memories, regrets, there is nothing you can hide I won’t find.
Which is why I laugh when the woman passes me, offering a cursory smile I cannot...
awww you guys are so nice! just hit 75 followers, i know that honestly not a huge number or whatever but honestly. that is 75 people who i have reached through my writing!!! 75!!!!! thanks for reading and commenting and reviewing my work, honestly it means the WORLD TO ME
if i could, i would give shoutouts to everyone of you lovely people. sadly, i cannot. so here is my shoutout-
YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND THANK YOU
to celebrate i have definitely not done the cliche thing and this definitely isn't a q and a thing no definitely not why would you think that?
okay yeah i lied
this is a q and a
ask me anything you like! i will answer honestly unless my safety (or network of organized crime) is in jeopardy.
have at it my dudes
aight so i am getting back into the swing of this lovely website
i am going to be posting some flash fiction and poetry i've written here in a bit
but right now
who would like a piece of theirs reviewed? leave a comment and let me know
No matter how gray the sky seems
Beneath inky shadow the eternally blue
-sometimes infernally blue- light beams
Cotton clouds skip across the pond
While weighted water-laden clouds sink low
-settle deeper- into the space above human bonds
We resent the encroachment on our ocean sky
While green waits in anticipation of the nourishment to come
-hoping for growth- impossible with earth so dry
A seed is still a seed, even if it can't grow.
Water keeps us alive, but too much will drown you.
Germs won't bother you unless you believe in them.
The most beautiful flower blooms only for a few days.
You know, life is confusing. There is always someone claiming to have figured it out, the secret to navigating the world. They are always wrong. There is no "secret formula" to ace tests. No way to really figure it out.
In seventh and eighth grade I studied Latin. The longer I studied, the deeper I fell into a linguistic pit. Instead of being able to understand the more I pored over books, letters would break free of their proper words and float around the empty space in my brain. It was challenging. There was no rhyme or reason to endings, pronunciation, or spelling. Why couldn't it just make sense?! I felt stretched and brittle, unable to take in new information.
But I loved it. It opened doors to new paths, constructed highways over the slow crawl of the American language. Latin was impossible, yet the best thing I ever learned. I realized, life is like Latin....