PROMPT # 265

It was the one thing he coveted the most. I cannot stand that I let him get the one thing I promised myself I would never give up and that was everything. Not only am I dissapointed about this I am furious that I not only let him I practically shoved it at him to steal. I wish I never had met this boy but at the same time I wish I did. Making up my mind is no longer something I can do very well like I used to... just another thing he has taken. Our relationship started off so well with both of us at the same spot, but then everything just tripped and crashed down the steepness of mt.everest. I mean I believed we cared for each other but our worlds just could not mix without major stress, hurt, and abuse. I'm not going to sit here and say I did nothing to cause our break up but honestly how could I love someone who told me to go jump off a bridge and hopes my brains that splatter won't get on his white shirt. On a thursday I decided the only way for us to one day be okay with each other was total cut off from any type of communication whatsoever. I gave him a text that said," We're done. I don't want to see you again. We can't be friends. Don't ever text or call me again." Seriously this hurt me so much to say this because I had been attatched to him for so long that I felt like I just cut off my arm or something. Being single is now making me happy but I still have those moments where I sit there all alone and think about him. I still need to get back the one thing he coveted the most... my soul.

Quote from Sigur Ros

"&það besta sem guð hefur skapað er nýr dagur" = "the best thing god has created is a new day"

Street Performance

Here is my favorite part of it since its so long :)

Moving on the waves of sound and swaying back and forth Ella made the music come alive. Soon both Dylan’s and Ella’s instrument cases were filling up with green cash and silver change. With her fingers vibrating she made a rocking sound and the crowd cheered loudly. Shifting up into third position she countered Dylan’s melody with her own solo. Dylan rolled his eyes at her but smiled and kept on strumming while keeping his hands moving across the metal strings. When the song neared the end Ella jumped onto the concrete ledge and sat just beside Dylan as they ended in unison. Silence filled the park and then was cut down by the millions of palms crashing together and whistles scaring the pigeons.

Writing Prompt

Since its going to be like 60 degrees today i want to write about what i'm going to do when it gets fricken hott for once...
1) Wear shorts and a tanktop to bed
2) Be lazy
3) Get a job--->very needed.
4) Go to the beach; yeah thats actually up in the top 3 things I wanna do first when it gets warm outside.
5) Have a fan on me when I sleep cause I like the sound.
6) Drive with the windows down.
7) Stay up wayyyy late all the time.
8) Buying summer dresses--oh yes thats going to be amazing.
9) Walking outside becomes fun.
10) Get a gym membership.
11) The sun makes your seasonal depression go away wih some good vitamin c which means tannnninnngggggg.
12) Reading on the beach.
13) Partys.
14) Move out.
15) Go to college.
16) Go swimming outside for once.
17) Bask in the wonderfullness of myself.
and more :)

Random

deep black oceans
cheap green swirled smooth stones
sea gulls caw with the force of distance
squishy grains of sand
gusts of wind blow down the deserted walkway
wood creaks beneath the tired feet of thousands
nails protrude through the rotting wood
the sky sings the tune of rain
lightning is angrily clashing with the bleak clouds
i miss my second home.

Novacain for Relationships

V.3 of 55 Word Short Story

Janelle’s cell phone vibrates as she drowsily wakes up from her nap. Her boyfriend Cam’s name appears flashing and Janelle immediately tenses anticipating war.“Hello?” Cam is uncommunicative but suddenly says,” You’re a liar... I hate you for it.”

The phone becomes a mix of dial tone and black numbers as Janelle disconnects herself alone.

It is Real

The smoldering orange fire
flashes through my hazy smoke filled mind
spreading reflections like an atomic bomb
taking everything leaving
cold unseeing eyes of cinder.

Its always me.

Just stop for a second of time
stay in your footprints that wear down
the cold white ground
and watch it all unfold...
rushing at you all at once
pushing you in separate directions
yet I continue to stand
despite my nebulous view of life.

People always say getting over it is
the most unmerciful process
so I listen until their voices become whispers
that fill my consciousness when i am alone;
alone.
its a master piece of gray as
it becomes that one last thought before
darkness consumes life to give
your soul to one of two places.

Yet I let the flame lick at my bones
playing games with my skin
as it slowly reveals forgotten time
misplaced words.

Look towards numbness
my mind claws at my skull
I can't stay
this "thing" has become a sick monster
one that stops me from leaving
the room only
to trap me with sharp chain reactions of lies...
You never meant it did you.

signs blur
breathtakingly fast
cars swerve and the lights blend into ashes
of three bright colors.

I just couldn't let my soul go
gripping for sanity
I let my head slip down the seat
into my hands,
I allow words to fade
keeping memories close.

Give it all back-
dragging my weary self home
fuzzy acoustic music is the last thing I hear
before I spread myself out
on a soft flat mattress
twining the covers over my limbs.

Mellifluous silence,

for a minor instant body severs from mind.