TallandCurly

       The gathering was not what I had expected it to be. There were too many of us… far too many of us, and I wasn’t sure how I managed to keep my composure so well-maintained. Then again, this is what we had been made to do. Gather. Descend. Obliterate. Would “obliterate” be the correct term for the end? I suppose it depends on who you ask and what their particular frame of mind is… I guess mine isn’t so positive.       It’s just that… well, I know how short our lives really are. We are created for one reason and we do not have a choice to deviate from it. Gather. Descend. Obliterate. But, n

You break my heart Each and every one of you Was I just your educator? Did you only see me in that role? Teaching you etymology, Theme, paragraph transitions Giving you lectures, homework, grades Is that all I was to you? Did you see me as anything more? Because I was I was so much more They told me your stories And I cried for you I wept for your pain Your suffering, your life Seeing it in your faces Reading it in your papers Punishing you for your reactions I wish you knew my heart That you understood How much I love you Every single one of you That you knew how much I care Not for your grades But for you, your life I care about your dream

Arm's-length is where I reside. I have all that I should want Here by your side, But that'a not enough for me. It never has been, It never will be. Arm's-length is much too far, A mere glance away, But my way has been barred. I want so much more Than what you provide Here on this dry shore. Let me dive into the depths, The dark corners of you, Where none but yourself have crept. Your desires, your sorrows; Share them with me. Every today, every tomorrow. Every delicious song of your mind Is a sweet beckoning To dance with none but your kind. Bring me closer to you. My heart aches for nothing else. Oh, if only you knew. If only, if onl

       Utter quiet swept the land for what seemed like miles around, and all the while the earth seemed to be holding its breath. All was still; not the slightest breeze tossed about the dusty leaves upon the towering, regal trees. High above the parched earth, the sun was feebly trying to shine, but the clouds, with a look of swollen intensity, were determined to drive the sun’s rays away. A crisp breath of wind was released from the atmosphere's lungs, pushing the relentless clouds across the sun's last attempts to light the land.      Shadows tenderly caressed the land and all that it held. All at once, the gentle waft began to stre

Do they know? Can they see? ...I can. It's in their eyes; They know nothing. I'm a stranger to them. But they don't know that. They think they know me. They look at me and I can see my lies. Oh, if only they knew.

    Imagine that you are walking down a road on flat ground. It’s smooth and grassy and the sun is shining happily down upon you. Basically, everything is pretty good in life. So, you keep walking and walking and walking until suddenly you’re on the edge of a sheer cliff. You never even saw it coming. You try your best to catch your balance and to stay on the firm, solid ground, but slowly you feel yourself slipping. Before you know it, you’ve slipped over the edge and you’re falling, falling, falling into the darkness below.     When you hit the bottom, you hit hard. You don’t know how you’re ever going

        Eleven-year-old Greg woke up one July morning with the sun peering through the windows and the birds singing their hearts out. He immediately knew this was going to be a good day. He rolled out of bed, found some clothes on the floor, and quickly got dressed to go down to the kitchen for some grub. He made his usual pit stops on his walk downstairs. First, he pet Madi, the cat, on her perch in the hall window. He then stopped by the bathroom for his morning duty. As he was coming out of the bathroom, his stomach made a sound like a whale, so he started making his way down the stairs.        Nearing the bottom of the stairs, Greg&rsqu