September 2011
16 posts
9 tags
Its For the Best (Short Story)
It’d be so easy.
Its funny how you realize that, just as you’re walking away. So easy, to turn your back on your morals and take something for yourself. Even as you’re walking away, turning back would be so simple. They’d welcome the chance. How simple it’d be to just walk right back to that door, and slip into their room. Do something for you, take a bit of...
“So many things are whispered in the dark of night … so many things, are...”
– Arramel Syn
6 tags
Honesty (Musing)
Its one of the best traits in people, yet we are so unprepared for what it entails.
I for one do my best to not lie to people when they ask me a direct question. Consequentially, people tend to avoid asking me questions. Its interesting, the moment someone knows you’ll be perfectly honest, they back away. They fear honesty.
Honesty means you have to be willing to either hurt people, or...
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“Wake up from your insecurities, wake up from your fears. Wake up, from all the...”
– Arramel Syn
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Self-Destruction (Musing)
It goes deeper than people assume. The moment someone thinks of self destructive behavior, the think of physical mutilation, suicide, drugs, and sex. The true destruction lies in what people don’t pay attention to. Cutting yourself off from those who mean the most to you. Deliberately putting yourself into positions of emotional turmoil. It becomes an addiction. Worse than any drug could...
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Jealousy (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown,
I’m discovering a side of me I never knew I had. Apparently, I am capable of jealousy. Jealousy was something I could never understand, something I was proud to say I was unaffected by. Now, well, now I’m facing the beastly emotion from within myself. I have a crush on someone, a mere crush and yet I get upset when they seem to pursue this other girl. The most futile...
8 tags
Breaking Boundries (Short Story)
“Look at me” I asked, noting the hunch to his shoulders and the way his eyes found their way to everything in the room except me. My gut twisted and I tried again, “Look at me”. This time there was a pleading edge to my voice, and still he couldn’t. I reached my hand out, and gently touched his chin. He flinched away as if I had slapped him. “Please,” my voice broke at that point, and his...
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On New Friendships (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown,
‘Music is the bridge between the silence and the chaos’. He understands. That’s probably the most remarkable thing about all this. He actually gets me. He knows how to calm me down, he knows when I’m upset. He knows what I need before I figure it out. He seen the Void, its broken him as well. He’s flirted with Death, going farther in his courtship than...
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“Maybe its me and my blind optimism to blame, or maybe its you and your sick need...”
– Taylor Swift
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Eyes (Musing)
They’ve always been a fascination for me, even when I was young. And you have to admit, they are one of the most striking things about people. I’m captivated by them. I will stare into someone’s eyes, simply to study how beautiful they are. I’ve done this to friends, strangers, but admittedly the most enjoyable is boys I like.
I unnerve many people, because I’m one...
6 tags
On Fantasies (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown,
Alright, so I’m not over him just yet, but I’m beginning to appreciate other guys a lot more. I’m really getting into the emo and punk looks on guys - although more emo than punk. I don’t know if this is my tastes in guys evolving or in response to seeing him in the punk style once or twice. Another thing that’s changed is I no longer am mystified of...
August 2011
18 posts
6 tags
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...
7 tags
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...
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Alone (Musing)
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...
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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
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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...
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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...
