The Run (Short Story)
Exhilaration rushed through my veins as the wind tangled in my hair. The smell of wet dirt lanced through my nostrils just when I finished tying my shoes on the damp pavement. I was crouched, but only for a moment. Looking up expectantly into the dark night, I ran. It was more like flight really, except for the fulfilling feel of the pavement beneath my feet. In this place within the running I...
Front Porch Conversations (Poem)
I’d show you the door but you’re standing outside it, Making me rue the lights inside that were lit. Chilled air mixes with my apprehension. Wishing to be elsewhere than this conversation. You’re swearing you still feel something, I’m wondering if I’m good for nothing. The truth’s not worth saying, but I cannot lie. I wish it wasn’t so hard to look...
This is a reoccurring theme in my words, mainly because its a borderline obsession in my thoughts. Everyone has experienced it, and can relate. However, I feel as if I was born and bred into loneliness, and very little in my life has shown me differently. Things begin to take on a very tenuous impermanent aspect after a while. It makes it very difficult to make friends. The one I have, I only...
Dear Someone (Poem)
I don’t know what to say, that could tell you who I am. I could name my friends, name my loves, Name my passions, or things I’ve done … Yet that doesn’t seem to be enough. I could tell you my job, could tell you my past, I could tell you my future, or things that I want to last. It isn’t ME. Give examples of my hobbies, or works of art, Things I’ve made, and...
Anonymity is a veiled mask we all try to assume, but all we do is cause the pain...– Arramel Syn
To Someone Who Cares (Dear Unknown)
I know I just made a post, but I wanted to share this one as well tonight. Dear Unknown You hardly even know me anymore, and what little you used to know you seem to keep forgetting. There was a time when you wanted nothing more than to learn more about me, trying to figure out who I was. I was complicated, I was different and I tested your patience on a regular basis but most of all, I believe...
The Price Of Love (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown, I think the next thing is inevitably the boy I mentioned earlier. Where do I start? He’s sweet, kind, hilarious, generally wonderful and completely uninterested in me right now. I just … he’s my ex and I never got over him. His voice, his laugh … I miss it all. I miss talking to him until three or four am just trying to get to know each other. I miss not...
The wind flows, gently cutting through the air People rush, creating banners of their hair. Softly, the roar of footsteps fall, Creating the chaotic music that binds us all. Time flies slowly by, Out of step with the earnest rush, I sigh. Why is it that all are oblivious to the inner harmony, The blood of life, the flow, the key? Still, the people all go in utter discord Hearing chaos,...
Fire (Short Story)
Fire was the easy way out. The burning, cleansing they called it, was supposed to be the ideal choice. No one tells you that breathing is the real pain. Fire, well, the flames were gentle. Nicely warm actually as it began, and soon escalated to burning hot as clothing caught, but that was easy enough to handle. A careful exertion of self control was all it took to welcome the heat within, to...
Breathe. I don’t know how much longer I can take this … Breathe. I can’t even describe how hard you are not to miss. Breathe. Even when you’re here, you’re really ‘there’. Breathe. Your burnt out body gives me quite a scare. Breathe. I’m so worried its an unconscious feeling. Breathe. You crumple under pressure, to talk to you I’m kneeling....
A Promise (Musing)
I promised myself a long time ago, that people would never hurt me, and that I wouldn’t let anyone in ever again. That was a foolish promise, one made from pain. That promise lead me to where I am, broken, aching, but slowly seeing the world for something greater than that. People say that time will heal all wounds. I do not think that’s true. However, it is the persons themselves who...
Distraught, the red rose bleeds dew into the soft morning air, gently reminding...– Arramel Syn
A heavy heart and a burdened soul, that’s what it seems to take for...– Arramel Syn
What Comes From Darkness (Musing)
It is with a heavy heart that the most profound thoughts are made. It seems no true work of art, or philosophy is born out of contentment. Sad fact of life really, that the passion to create is so rarely seen in joy. Mostly, it is either love, or pain that inspires the most creativity. Love, because everyone wants a happy ending. They yearn for it, with a fervor that often leaves other things by...
Like phoenixes we rise, from the ashes of our burnt and broken pride.– Arramel Syn
Tea (short story)
She paced restlessly around her kitchen, prowling for something to satisfy the ever-increasing flame that flickered and sputtered within. It wasn’t anger, no, that would be far too rational. She growled, it was a low noise, broken off at the end by what otherwise would be described as a whimper, if not for the dangerous sparkle in her eyes. Pain then, perhaps. But this was an emotion...
The Next Installment. (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown, Hey. So essentially what’s bugging me is that my best friend and I are in the outs. I always promised myself that I would never allow a boy to interfere with my friendships, but it seems he has. Well, kinda. I suppose she’s the main issue here and the issue with him kinda woke me up to how she’s been treating me this past while. I also found and realized a resource...