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Dancing BlindHand in hand
He spins me, I spin him
"You're a beautiful woman"
"More men should tell you that"
We hold each other close
And dance to Sweet Home Chicago
"You are a wonderful dancer"
"I could dance with you all night"
Round and round the dance floor
My toes are safe
"I can't believe I didn't see you last time"
"We should keep in touch"
Odd, isn't it?
That the best dancer and biggest flirt
Was the guy who couldn't see me at all
That GirlAm I "That Girl"?
"That Girl", who just broke up with her boyfriend
And is hanging out with someone new
Not 2 days later?
But when you say I'm "That Girl"
Do you understand
I broke up with him in the first place?
You don't know how miserable I was
You don't know how happy I am
With someone new
And you don't want to know
Because you are happier just calling me
SweetThe great thing about being a senior chemist is the access I have. I can order any chemical on the market. If I was a weaker person, if I just wanted to "get high", I could legally acquire either the drugs themselves or all of the components required to manufacture them. But I am not interested in "getting high" or using such base and addictive materials to feel pleasure. Such drugs only feed one sense and take away the capacity for rational thought. I prefer to experience my chemical of choice with all of my senses. My chemical of choice is ethanol.
This is not the ethanol of wine or liquor. This is pure ethanol, clear and clean. It comes in large bottles made of thick, clear glass. Large cylinders with small black plastic caps. They are a very nice shape but too large for my purposes. I gently unscrew the cap, positioning my face directly above the bottle.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
I TriedI know you love me. You said so from the beginning.
I should have disappointed you then
Instead of disappointing you now
I tried to love you like you loved me. But I couldn't.
Unfortunately, neither could I let you go
I feel selfish, cruel, and deceitful. I know I'm breaking your heart.
I tried so hard
But it's time to let you go
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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