Songs in the NightDo you feel me? I'm crawling through your veins and itching my way under your skin. I'm pushing on your eyes and squeezing your heart.Do you see me? I'm the dark seething towards you, only to be chased away with the roar of thunder and the flash of the knife. I'm the white teeth that seem to glow as the silhouette leans forward.Do you smell me? I'm the damp dead grass mixed with the putrid smell of human flesh that forces you to gag.Do you hear me? I'm whispering with warm breath in your ear. I'm the gasp in the night and the muffled screams that follow.Do you taste me? I'm the metallic blood and bile that swell in your mouth as you squirm away. Do you know me? Of course not, you only meet me once. I'm that horrible dream that you'll never wake up from. I'm the last thing you will ever know.
Amazingly PerfectI love that moment.That perfect moment when all the pieces fall together.That amazing moment when your stomach flips, your breath catches and your smile blossoms.I love that moment when inspiration strikes, because it is the most amazingly perfect moment to love.
FearFear starts in the stomach and blossoms in the chest.It happens when I start to fall,when a car approaches too quickly or too slowly,when an out of place sound wakes me.It's a twitch in my gut then an explosion in the center of my sternum,as it travels to my head my eyes widen, and my throat clogs,when it reaches my limbs my hands clench and my legs tense.It's not quite like dread or worryno, those are more a queasiness in my stomacha tremble in my hands.Yes, fear is much more.Fear is much more beautifulbecause it roots itself in my stomach then blooms in my chest,it cuts off my thoughts and I can't even hear my heart pounding in my ears,it halts my limbs instead of shaking them.And when I catch my footing,when the car passes by and leaves me standing there,when I realize it was nothing and I settle back into bed,I smile.Because fear, unlike troublesome worry or dread that sits in my tummy,is a beautiful flower that starts in the stomach and blossoms in t
ApathyMy heart had stopped pounding and my breathing had slowed.I lay in the dirt, knowing very well that bugs could craw on me.A stick is poking me in the back, but I don't mind.Water from the rain soaks through my clothes.The air is fresh, but the breeze sends bumps up my limbs.The smell of fire is no longer here, and I miss it.I ran to get here. I had felt a certain urgency to be at my pond.The pink sun now prods between clouds and trees,reflecting on the shallow water and irritating my eyes.I lean my head back more and place my arm over my face.I let my eyes close. If only I could let myself sleep. A twig snaps nearby, but I do not start, as I used to.It was probably a bird, and even if it wasn't I do not care.I don't care, I repeat in my head. I don't care.I don't care. I don't care if I ever leave here.Everywhere else I have things I have to do.I don't care if I ever go back to the world.The world is fine, but it's not like this.I don't care that I'm fully
Because of My Parents MistakesBecause of my parents' mistakes,I will never be like them.I will never "love," if even it exists.I will never smoke, or drink.I will never hate my families.I will never have children.I will never set myself up for failure, or settle for something less than what I do love.I refuse to make their mistakes.I refuse to roll over and do what I'm told.I refuse to let my life be anything "ordinary."I refuse to stay here stuck with all the same people.I refuse to live in a small space that will restrict my thoughts.I refuse to feel sad while I am still breathing, or be angry at what is probably my fault.Because of my parents' mistakes,I will never be like them,I refuse to make their mistakes.I will always think this way becauseI accept that their mistakes have changed mine.-Taylor Borz
Pray because you can.Pray for Japan.Even if you don't believe.Even if you don't think it can help.Pray for the others.Even if you know it won't bring those people back.Even if you think it won't change anything.Pray for them all.Even if you personally are not affected.Even if you want to do more than just hope.Pray.Even if you don't believe.Even if you don't think it will help.Pray.Because some of us want to help, but can't.Because some of us can help, but won't.Pray.Because that's all some of us are willing to do.Because it's all most of us can do.Pray for them all.Because they could have been us.Because we're all human with families, and hopes, and dreams.Pray, because you can.