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...My mind is ripping out... by Thislovelyjourney
my soul into pieces and
me with an empty
Reluctant Playwright (10,500 Words)“There will be no rehearsal?! Why?” The overweight, overly makeup clad, official demanded grumpily.Reluctant Playwright (10,500 Words) by dtb84
“Of course there will be no rehearsal, Scipio. My troupe knows its lines well. I personally guarantee it will be an excellent play. Even more, this is a play that is owned only by me and my actors. I cannot risk someone spoiling it for the crowd before the festival.” Romulus was lying through his teeth as usual. He had no play lined up at all.
The fat magistrates face lit up, “A new play for my eyes?! I have seen every play any local troupe has put on in the last twenty years—some were remarkably bad, but that be neither here nor there. If you say you have a new play for us I will let you slide on the rehearsal.” With a smile he added, “Of course you know the punishments for lying to a government official.”
Romulus did, that was why he and his troupe had to leave there last town. Officials always wanted more than they were willing to
A New Mermaid's New Found Freedom“What am I supposed to do dad? Live in some kind of sewer?” spat Christina Smith to her father James as she stormed out of the front door, turning towards her dad who stood at the door. Christina stood at a modest 5’ 2”, yet she was a stunning young 22 year old woman. Her small but athletic build, coupled with a C-cup bust size, curvaceous hips, long strawberry red hair that reached down to her hips, and deep ice blue eyes would have caused any guy to drool over her as if she was his next Aphrodite incarnate goddess.A New Mermaid's New Found Freedom by fares002
Her dad, a tall 6’ 4”, slightly overweight red headed man was more concerned with what people in his church thought of him over his daughter’s happiness and feelings. “How dare you Christina! I’m supposed to look after until you can get a husband so he can look after you instead of me. “
“That is such a sexist statement dad. Don’t you get it; I don’t want to b
he didn't even know she smokedthey were sitting on the porchhe didn't even know she smoked by kilkegard
drinking tea on a quiet spring morning
the table set with the good china
there was a centerpiece of wild flowers
they spoke of Paris cafes
and kisses stolen in the moon light
"I need to get a pack of cigarettes" she said
then she got up and left him there
he sat for a while looking at her chair
at her half empty cup of tea growing cold and bitter
he didn't even know she smoked
our walls are too thinsitting togetherour walls are too thin by tubefed
you can hear my heart hitting
against my chest like a broom to the ceiling
& the neighbor upstairs
begins to scream
the wind breaks a hole in my skull
you can hear my thoughts:
words whispered in paper rooms
& you have a cup to my ear
i am 16 now
but sometimes we forget that
we are not teapots or socks in the wastebasket
& the holes in our heads are not signs of well-worn affection
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin by tubefed
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger by poetic-headache
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease by HystericalNapoleon
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
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