FyreLilly

I had to give you a name, After all you've lived, and what you've become, Yours no longer suits you. That perfectly Anglican sound That a loving mother gave To ten tiny fingers that grew long and ravenous, Clear sky eyes now clouded with guilt, Where you swim in your stormy transgressions... You grew, Tall as the trees with twisting skeletal branches, That my outstretched arms could never reach. We tried climbing, higher, In the park, jumping fences at dusk, But once I reached the top, I could never come down... And you are no longer a child, No pretty fucking suburban child, You are all the particles of dust Dancing under t

Oh, how I miss you. With the frailty of lace, The delicate whimperings Of tissue-thin taffeta Rustling Against itself. I purr under my breath for your strength. Your long, winding black road That has always lead to my fears, Wrapping like cursive ivy around them. In your careful protection, Petals of inkwells bloom From this bondage, Outstretched eagerly under darkness. You are beauty in curves, A painting of my past and all I will ever be, Onyx and shining against the pale bed of the page. You are new, Awkward and clumsy, And I can only smile at your naivety. You are always, Like a diety, Wrapped

In a whisper, This is what I remember. There we always drawn-out silences, strung taut like a drum, the scarce words like droplets, falling, making their noise against the fabric of silence and rolling off, quiet rivulets soaking into the earth. I could feel the reverberations of it, the low, thundering drum of all of our apprehension, waiting for a sound, waiting, for something... All around us there was noise, white noise crackling and echoing with the dull appeal of old black vinyl. They spoke in scratches and pops, pointless noise, while we listened to the dead air, eyes searching for music, ears tuned to the subtlety. There was somet

Death or periwinkle blue I picked the former; you stuck the order in my mouth This orange prison knows many tears Moon doesn't care I swear I'll be strong tomorrow Just like I promised

this is forgetting: moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh made hollow with lead.

We were sitting on the couch, watching a scary movie. I squeaked in surprise as a particularly disturbing scene of carnage appeared on the screen. He grinned at me, and scooted closer. His shoulder was against my shoulder, and his thigh touched my feet, which were pulled up against me, my knees against my chest. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and rested his head against mine, which I leaned against his shoulder. I smiled softly, feeling secure in his warmth. I leaned the rest of my body against his, and he rubbed my shoulder comfortingly. I sighed happily, and he kissed my hair. Another scene of carnage a few minutes later made me sq

When ten thousand words Escape from pursed lips, Leaving the burns, Of silent requests. Just, stay. I am motionless, Soaking in the silent air And hearing all you would not say. You blink slowly, And thoughts cloud your eyes, Leaving a smear of blue ink outside your pupils. Your fingertips trace the highways Like maps on my skin. A tattooed memory of a home you left behind. Just, stay. And I sigh, The chorus, the repetition, The quiet confirmation of Four lungs Four hands Left empty.

Lee slumped over his computer, dropping his head into the space between his crossed arms, his long dark hair tangling together as it fell over the long sleeves of his shirt. No sobs racked his body, no tears marred the face so many called handsome. His high cheekbones, his straight nose, and his pale gray eyes all remained perfectly dry; his pale, thin lips remained closed loosely over his straight, white teeth, no sobs breaking through. One hand pushed the keyboard away from him, allowing him to lean further into the desk, slipping forward on his seat. Several windows on the screen blinked, responses on instant messengers he didn't want to

A promise, a hope, A wishful thought... Is that all this is? Is that all we have? Life has been hard, To you and to me... Is this our next folly? Or is it something more? Is this to be forever? Or is this for tonight? The future holds such promise, The future...so much hope. Can we trust to fate, This one last time? I think we can... But...do you?

Watashi wa matsu o idako To issho ni okori iki Are koko no shunkan Watashitachi me saisho itsu ni deau Sashite ima sore wa okoru deshita Dakedo onaji kurai watashi kaku de nai Shikashi onaji kurai anata yomu Anata omou mukashi to hohoemu Suru tsumori sono owari kore arimasu ka Matawa suru tsumori sono hajime are arimasu ka. Suru tsumori watashitachi ureshii arimasu ka Matawa suru tsumori omoide kore arimasu ka. Shiawase ato de itsumo Otogibanashii dake okoru Shikashi dore iru otogibanashii Itsu anata ren'aichu desu ka. Sashite kono ai desu ka. Itsu watashitachi matsu o dakishime Itsu watashitachi matsu o kuchizuke Itsu wata