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blackAn old black card table; dragged from the darkness of its resting place, forced into the corner of his room.black
There it sat - the 42 year old table, left undisturbed for a lifetime - now stood
crookedly to sustain the weight of a newly acquired computer.
The rubbish began piling, the dirty plates, and discarded food wrappers. The table didn’t mind; it was just happy to be out of the dark.
by ~hbg1
kitchenThe cramped old kitchen; faded from the constant use of cleaning products only to be dirtied moments later by the fat stomached, grey haired man; he who spent his days in front of the blinding, deafening, computer screen.kitchen
The bright red bench top gleamed in the afternoon sunlight – it gave the room a look of contentedness.
Neglected camellia’s sat on the window sill, relaxing in the reflection of the soapy water which filled the sink.
by ~hbg1
these daysI remember the first time I saw you; your face became stuck in my memory - you were the last person I ever expected – now I know why.these days
Over a year later and you didn’t enter my mind, yet still, your untainted, honest face remained permanently, in the back of my mind. That day I can remember, although my recollection is hazy. It was a cold and dull day; our winter skin was stained white – a lot changed from that day.
We stood awkwardly in a circle; everyone’s faces a blur except yours. It suddenly became clear to me. You weren’t someone I was meeting for the first time. Your face was intensely
by ~hbg1
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Alive“I love you” – we say that often enough. I don’t know what you mean by it, if anything, and I’m not sure what I mean by it, either, though I know there’s something behind it. But I make you say it to me, because I like to hear it. I like to attach things to it – memories, emotions, comforts…Alive
After my return from China, I remember the first time I saw you again. Though many things that occur in this recent part of my life are passing through my mind quickly and subtly, leaving hardly a footstep in the sand, I remember so vividly the small homecoming after the separation between our selves. E
by ~imdead-goaway
Grains of SandPeople are like grains of sand Scattered on beaches of existence The one's we know and hold within our hands Are not necessarily better in shape, size or shine But the grain I love, is the one I know Even if it shares traits with other human sand grains It is the one I see, the grain who's texture I know well That is why even if grains might look the same We never are all quite the same So I hope to memorize a texture, smile, a personality Before the tide comes Before university, work and duty Before I never again find a grain quite the same.Grains of Sand
by ~Aliaara
Hold my hand. I'm dying.Hold My Hand. I’m Dying.Hold my hand. I'm dying.
Clip, clip, clip… I loved the sound my red pumps made as I walked on the blue linoleum floor. It was this sound that made me feel like the powerful, independent woman that I knew I no longer was. Say the mantra, Katherine, I told myself. I did.
I am like the sky Blue and endless Nothing can stick to me Storm clouds may threaten my day And planes fly in and out of my life But I am still the sky And nothing can stick to me
Surprisingly, this was possibly the only thing that kept me going these days. It calmed me down and kept me inside
by ~Charlotte-Heart
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