the man at the coffee shop by ladyindistress, literature
Literature
the man at the coffee shop
mr. suave,
sitting outside the cafe,
you\'re too cool for the inside,
sipping coffee,
reading the newspaper,
smoking your cigarette.
but oh,
you\'re not quite all you crack yourself up to be.
you sit ouside because you\'re allergic to dust,
your coffee is water in a pretty styrofoam cup,
your newspaper consists of crosswords and comics,
your cigarettes makes you gag and cough.
tsk tsk...
you\'re quite the little liar
metophorical shaving by ladyindistress, literature
Literature
metophorical shaving
in the shower,
letting water run over body.
pick up razor,
start to shave almost slender legs.
left leg done,
move to right.
make one long slightly smooth stroke.
ouch,
a knick.
blood flows freely from a nearly invisablle cut,
water mixing with it,
making it a wash of pink,
running down leg.
stand and stare.
shelter leg from rain of shower head,
watch pink turn to deep red.
blood moving more slowly,
becoming denser.
turn around,
let it be washed away
suddenly.
step out,
right leg first,
left follows.
land on a damp bath mat.
naked,
pat wound dry.
search through top drawer.
apply band-aid.
not wanting to hold on is what does it,
thinking that it would be nice to see it all go.
wonderng if it would be better to watch it go free rather than keeping it tied,
like those runaway balloons.
letting go of the strings,
watching it all slowly floataway.
ok, it floats up,
but it sure goes away.
you and your life,
like those runaway balloons.
so,
you let go.
you\'re watching it fly.
you like it that way for a while,
but eventually want it back.
but reality hits you,
you forever let it go,
like those runaway balloons.
you control my emotions
like a puppetier to a puppet.
you can make or break me with a wave of your hand.
you are my beginning,
my middle,
my end.
the very thought of you makes my mind sprial out of control,
you don\'t even have to be near me to make me confused
and clueless.
my head is telling my heart, \"no...\"
but you my heart isn\'t listening,
it\'s clinging on to hope that isn\'t there.
you are my creator,
my destroyer.
please,
make your memory leave me alone.
the oil that i cry,
becomes an ocean a thousand miles wide,
i\'m drowning in the three inch deep puddle i created.
and when the tears do cease,
i look at my paper thin life and find a crease,
a crease that\'s starting to tear...
i fiegn my security,
i have no self nobility,
i don\'t place myself on a pedistal and stare at me in awe.
i keep finding reasons to doubt,
my heart is telling my body that it wants out,
there\'s no way i can survive with this darkness surrounding my mind.
agnst and fear fill me,
my confusion overwhelms me,
and now i realize i unerstad myself no longer,
but i ask myself
\"did i ever?\"
pseudo romeo and juliet by ladyindistress, literature
Literature
pseudo romeo and juliet
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except for him.
he loved her, oh, how he loved her. but he hadn't taken her seriously. he hadn't thought her thr
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