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Diminished. Part three.Honking horns; countless footsteps. It is five o’clock now and the streets are flooded with civilians.
When it comes to acting in any sort, Nigel really puts his all into it. Along with putting on a show at his stand, he somehow comes up with unique items for every one of his audience members. A watch for the common business man. A vase for a women with flowing hair. Even trinkets and toys for the kids who attended. Nigel kept his prices relatively low as well, which also drew more attention to his stand from many. And occasionally his competitive sales friend Hank and he would help each other out. If one had an item they couldn't sell they would pass it off to the other to see if they could improve it or even sell it on their end. On the outside they were two different, competitive salesmen. But behind scenes they collaborate and aid in boosting each other’s sales. The two of them had been doing this for just over a year now and it certainly paid off.
“Hey Nige, I go
Basic journeySo I was at my college school and all was well until two men starting firing guns on students. Or at least they were until right after two secret agents showed up and began to put a stop to them. Oddly enough, time was reversed back to when all was well and then instead of firing guns the two men were tossing small rocks, pebbles really, into the air that would kill or wound people if they were hit by them. I tried to engage one of the men, but they took me down and I had to flee. Before escaping with other people, I grabbed my phone and my sweater knowing the journey would be long. We all walked in a line as the men, who had increased from two to perhaps a hundred, were five to ten paces right behind us. I tried running, as did others, but our bodies as well as the crazed men’s bodies were weak and we had to walk most of the time which lead to one of us being caught and killed every so often. However, I discovered that I could run “backwards”, with my back turned whe
Simple desires.Yes, I love to see you after I open my eyes.
Yes, your smile warms my heart.
Yes, my hand firmly grasps yours.
Yes, our lips are an inch from a kiss.
Yes, we walk at our casual pace.
Yes, make small talk throughout the day.
Yes, drawn out stares into each other's eyes.
Yes, pecking lips in public; romancing kisses in private.
Yes, separate ways to fulfill personal duties.
Yes, trust for another rarely fleeting.
Yes, surprise gifts.
Yes, blissful trips.
Yet no, dark days ever near.
Yes, strength is within.
No, patience worn thin.
No, unpleasant rest.
No, weeping noons.
And yes, full of delight.
Yes, two-way boon.
Yes, we will fight and I can see you getting more furious with me as I make a common mistake even though I have all the right to call you out on your defaults in equal complaint for these many days of our time together as our bond becomes ever more tense with each troubling day ahead to come or so we can only assume AND-
I LOVE YOU.
Diminished Part two. bPedestrians begin to fill the streets as the city awakens. Nigel pulls up to a four way stop in 'ole Carl just as the traffic light flashes red. With his typical cheerful expression, he takes a deep breath of air only to trigger a few rough coughs. Even with how often he comes into this city, it is easy to forget about all of the odd mixtures of scents that existed here and much of it being pollution. The area also is pretty rundown, holding only remnants of how successful it had once been. Although the majority of the city is in poor condition and some locations are in ruin, there is the well-known, multi-million dollar company Wohlstand that resides in the northwestern part of the city. Their main line of work is with chemicals and are joint to one of two hospitals here, that is the one hospital that is still being used of course.
The traffic light switches to green and 'ole Carl carries Nigel forward. He drives for a few blocks more before turning into a street littered with many st
Diminished. Part One. bAll in one.
A simple multipurpose tool
Just shy of perfection by one flaw.
Six o'clock in the morning, on the dot. Flinging the covers aside with great enthusiasm and a huge grin to match it, Nigel was ready for another day. Leaping to his feet and then striking a pose with both arms above his head flexing and a "oh yeah" was the next step in starting off the day. Nigel had a healthy vibe about him and he made sure to begin with a positive attitude if he wanted similar results for himself. After going through the rest of his morning duties, which consisted of stretches and exercise, breakfast, dressing, and then taking time to tidy up the small room, in that order, Nigel grabbed a leather strap on the bottom middle part of one of the walls and hoisted it up.
He was in a storage unit, among many others. The whole area was filled with numerous piles of metal and debris everywhere. Such areas were used to dispose of scrap parts. This was Nigel's domain. He enjoyed tinkering with bits and
T.o.m.b 1aMany strange and wondrous things exist in this world. There's nature that has its magical ways of growth and secrets. There is also mankind with its work in the sciences and advancements as a race. Both have their devastating sides as well. Volcanoes, earthquakes, and hurricanes for nature to name a few; guns, missiles, and nuclear warheads for humans are commonly known about. However, I feel most are easily forgetful of one power we humans have that is constantly abused for good and evil each day.
The power of words.
A chilled Sunday morning. Finely packed snow covered the city as it continued to shower down. It was the first week of January. Littered on most sidewalks and curbs were the homeless accompanied by trash and debris. One couldn't go more than two blocks without passing by a man or woman huddled for warmth from the harsh element of winder or enough garbage to satisfy three or more dumpsters.
What a mess.
A man dressed in a mix of rags and scraps lied up against one side of
Sanity is for chumps.Do you ever just..
A gentle breeze can set just the right mood for a summer day as it cools
one's skin off with this Sun's rays heating it in equal competition.
Too cold? Grab a pullover.
Warmer than you wanted it to be? Take it off then.
An easily adaptable circumstance in most cases, especially when there are
not multiple bullets missing your body by mere millimeters and you can't
spare a second to wipe the sweat off your brow as you are dashing for near
Do you ever just..
It is a wonder how the world operates currently. In one location a Saudi
Arabian man barely gets through his day with the ragged clothes he wears,
a mind focused mainly on surviving the next night, an empty stomach, and a
Heineken bottle cap in his left pocket from last week. In another area there
is a Caucasian man who sits in his cubicle on the twenty-third floor, one
leg over the other, biting the eraser end of his pencil as he debates in
his head over whether he should go out with his buddies late
Empty skies.You are a bird.
It doesn't matter what kind of bird so long as it isn't a flightless one. (Ostrich, chicken, etcetera)
Each day you wake with one main goal: to fly high and fly even higher than yesterday. Everyone else is a bird with the same idea in mind. And in order to fly higher than normal, you need to find and share special and unique feathers that are hidden around the world to add to your wings. Not all these feathers are good and some can only be used once one is ready for them. (Based on strength, wit, achievements, you name it)
Now imagine that you were born with a birth defect in your wings, making it tougher for you to fly. You find plenty of feathers, but the majority you add and test out don't go well with your wings and cause you to crash back to earth time and time again. You don't know why that is because you subconsciously forget this disability of yours with so much going on in the world around you only to remember it again later, and strive to do better. Some days
This child's words.Dear parents,
Do you remember those days when I wasn't acting my cheery self?
Those moments when my expression is one similar to sulking or simply sad?
A night when I look like I've "lost my best friend"?
Have you considered it to be depression? Not because I was disappointed about something or someone insulted me. A depression that has been around far before anyone would have noticed and not triggered by outside forces.
This is my depression.
A constant influence that lingers just outside the naked eye's perception. Most days it hides away inside my mind, or heart (wherever you believe it would reside), calm and non-threatening. And then it erupts to the surface without even a split second of warning. The best worldly example I have for it is a tsunami, except you only know of its presence once you are struck by it. And you know there is no repelling or escaping it. You must wait for the water level to descend and then continue on with your days. Unlike a tsunami though, it isn't as c
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
Reflection.I'm here now.
Now where we once were. Now without you.
Bonds between two can be made instantaneously
and will both strengthen and weaken overtime.
Our bond was like any other: irregular, stressed,
and at times looking as if it might break. It
never did though. We mended each others wounds.
It took time; although, everything goes along with time.
I can't help reflecting on those days.
Sometimes moments that I had lost in the back
of my mind are found so easily while I waste the
night away. Your face, your voice, your character,
I remember it all. But what I recall and cherished
so much back then were your eyes. The window to
the soul, or so they say. To me they were a glimpse
into your heart. A heart that had known oppression,
begged for answers, and suffered loneliness.
So I did what I could, and with only a glimpse of
something so magnificent I gave it what every heart deserves.
I gave it love.
I did not even know it at the time. Regardless, I had
done it. Whether intended or not, you
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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