Living with Nostalgia by silverwingsoffire, literature
Literature
Living with Nostalgia
The lazy sunday afternoon
lolls around. Sleeping in late
waking up to a blinding
sunlight in one's eyes.
Clumsily they leave their beds
one by one, ingesting caffeine
to awaken their tired bodies
and senses.
Lazy sunday afternoon calls for
no work to be done. Though
gradually laundry piles start
to diminish.
Carefully re-organizing items,
making the living quarters
somewhat more liveable.
But from the corner of an eye...
The colours burst forth from
the paper, and the still-life images
begin to breathe and move
once more.
The year just past
flurries forward a million
memories, each picture
echoing of thousands of words.
I had a little idea
He just came into my head
I don't know where he comes from
But he lives there, still.
His name is NOTHING
Such a power to his name
And everyone knows him
Because he's always there.
As NOTHING comes and
NOTHING goes SOMETHING
Manages to finally come along
And take NOTHING's place.
And when he leaves we're
Happy, but only for a while
Because if you wait a bit
He'll come back just the same.
And you'll continue to play
With NOTHING until
SOMETHING comes along
And then when there is
SOMETHING than
NOTHING will be
gone.
The Day the Dark Enfolded Me by silverwingsoffire, literature
Literature
The Day the Dark Enfolded Me
A black so thick that the
Smoke clouds my judgement.
An ebony so pure that it
Swallows me whole.
I am devoured.
Devoured by this infinite darkness
And I cannot see, think, hear
Feel or taste.
A useless shell of a human being,
I have no functions, I am
neither
Dead nor alive.
What am I?
My colours have been drained out
of me.
The spark has long gone
Been extinguished.
I am numb.
I feel nothing.
Nothing at all.
Am I still breathing?
"But my mommy says that I shouldn't play with you," the boy said.
"It's okay," it said. "She would not have left you with me, if she had."
"I don't know," said the boy again. "It kinda scares me."
"Don't be afraid," it said. "I won't hurt you."
The boy reached out to touch it, and brought his hand back just before contact.
"What's wrong?" it asked.
The boy frowned. "You promise it will be okay?"
A deep sigh issued from it. "Yes, it will be just fine."
The boy reached out again, and touched it lightly, before finally grasping it firmly and stroking it hard.
Frightened again, the boy dr
Fulfillment through Depravity by MistaBobby, literature
Literature
Fulfillment through Depravity
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring
The Doughnuts are Dying!
And Cookies bite the dust!
The Gingerbread Figures scream,
At the eaters lust!
The Peach Drink is gulped!
The can is crushed!
The Iced Cap goes down!
And food is a must!
Nanimo Bars howl,
As they are devoured!
The Crossant Hide,
And in fear they cower!
Tim Hortons is brutal!
And so many sweets fall!
The food is now slain!
As the eaters do call!