I RememberI remember those blue-grey eyes that watched me with curiosityWhen life used to mean a little something more to her.When living was more than just breathing in and out.The darkness I drifted into, and the lights that faded away.People in her life used to give her joy, now only give her pain.I remember the first time I ever got high--The new places that I was shown,I felt exhilarated.I could open my mind.I finally felt free.I remember that neighbor girl whom I adored so much.The silky and sheen golden river that was her hair,The sweet tintinnabulation that was her laughter.That big, orange and white moving van that took her away.I remember how it all went down.I remember sitting next to another one—one who claimed more broken than me.I can still see the blue of her eyes and the light brown shade of her hair.I used to read her favorite book to her.There was a certain ring to her voice when she would say she loved me.I remember the day we decided to grow illegal p
It had become a blur.An old ceiling fan creaked miserably above two young souls, spinning its invisible arms in the dark. It hardly blew down any cool air, for as hard as it seemed to be working. It almost reminded the still waking soul of an old slave-hag, fanning her master tirelessly with old, creaking joints, who, no matter how hard she tried, just couldn’t get the job done. The thought brought a measly quarter-smile to her face.She lifted the cigarette she had in her fingers up to her lips and took another long, bitter drag. She took a deep breath, letting it fill her lungs and derail her mind from reality; the little red ember at the end of the cigarette lit the few features of the poorly furnished room in a hazy red light as she sucked on the cigarette, drawing life into the ember. She replaced the cigarette where she had it, lazily resting over the short rim of a poorly crafted ash tray. In fact, she hardly ever smoked anymore. The hot ash escaped he
There's A ReasonThere's A ReasonThere's a reason why I act the way I act; why I don't make as much eye contact,There's a reason why I prefer the sanctity of my room; why I prefer being alone instead of with you,There's a reason why I do what I do the way I do it; why I no longer give a shit,There's a reason why I believe I have sunk so low; why I feel there's no place left to go,There's a reason,There's a reason,There's a reason."Why don't you invite me over anymore?"There's a reason."Why don't we hang out?"There's a reason."Aren't I your lover?""Aren't I your sister?"You are my betrayer.You are my sanction.You are my anger.You are my religion."Why do you despise me so?"Because you remain my only hope.