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FishIt's funny, the little things that mean so much. You don't even notice them until they're gone. One day you wake up and find the neighbours have chopped a branch from the tree outside your window. Suddenly you feel a little more alone. You step outside and notice a For Sale sign across the street - it's an old, shabby house and you know it's going to be knocked down by the end of the month. And it's that moment when you realize a part of you will topple with it. Faint, but alive, soon to be as spectral as the puff of smoke that drifts from a candlewick after the flame is blown out. A sliver of your spirit.

Your sister kept goldfish once. The

I Will MarryI'll marry an intellect
and we will have endless conversions into the night,
exchanging profound words and infinite meaning,
and we will wind
the roots of life
together,
and the universe will be ours.

I'll marry a musician
and we will serenade each other with
wild harmonies and
gentle melodies and our instruments
will weave themselves with our bodies
and the future will become a
symphony of swapping songs and singing ourselves
to sleep.

I'll marry a girl
and we will be more delicate than withering leaves
and we will be extensions
of each other; one continuous
river of soft, whispering water
that mirrors the pale sunset

funeralI did not speak at your funeral.
Though you knew me as a writer
I did not write a speech.
On the way to the funeral I stood on my
front porch and heard the
copper leaves rustle and
decided that was enough. The
wind spoke all that was needed from
me.

The others wore black and
spoke black
even though the words were
light.
I said nothing.
I did not
laugh or
cry. I heard jokes and happy memories
but I thought they were dark.
I could pour my memories into the
empty air and whisper how
something that created me was
dead.
I could murmur
that nothing
meant anything anymore
because
everything
would

Favourite coloursToday I realized I didn't know your favourite colour, and it made me think of little children. They define the world so directly, and more importantly they identify themselves with the same simplicity. Simple, but certain. They label themselves by their favourite colour, their favourite animal, their dog's name, their siblings, the number of people in their family. And they're sure of each of these things and proud of them. They know they're unique, and they love themselves for it.

Now I live in a world where I don't know any of my friend's favourite colours, or even my own. When did the clear become blurry, undefined? At what point did I cr

encore -Can't you see? He's falling in love with you.

Don't you feel it the moment you fall away from the others, cackling and hooting ahead while you talk in shy voices. You can see it in the way his dark eyes hold the glimmer of the streetlights. You can hear it in his tone, which dances with a few extra inflections as it dares to think and hope. He doesn't want to fuck you mindlessly in the park ahead. He wants to kiss you one thousand times before he sees you naked. He wants you to raise his children and he's already holding them, now carrying them on his shoulders, now walking them to their first day of school. He loves them and he's proud of t

librarylibrary labyrinth, I watched the shelves dissolve into a maze;
their walls a barrier that
I need,

I see

her
between books, and books, and paper;and words, they match her pupils;and letters, they warn me not to stare -
I stare, she does not stare back and so it's
back to pages and
shelves and
ancient
papers of olden days,
their flavours wave beneath my tired
nose my wakeful
nose my wary
breath my
open mouth my
beating heart my
beat.ing.heart.my

heart it courses through my skin I feel
it pulsate;
escape to

shelves - they creak like cages; between bars between books I see her feathery waves they
crash on barren

syntheticthey won't let me slip my tiny toes
beneath the waves, they won't let me
sink

beneath the surface,
sliding through water as if i were drifting through glass.
they won't let oceans wash above
me,
they won't let schools of fish pick the thoughts from my bones.
they won't let the roar
of the
river
wash the nightmares from my mind.
they will let
shafts of sunlight sear my skull,
let its rays swim across my irises.
i wish it pierced my skin instead.

They won't let me
paint with metal bristles that glint
like fish scales,
they won't let me smear
the aurora across my arms -
upside down, dipped in hell.
they won't let it

lethargyI'm holding on to lethargy,
and we are
ashes in each other's arms.
and can you see your chars
reflected in my eyes?
dusty orbs of crumbling lies.
I cannot hear your heartbeat
because mine is still as stone;
I wish you heard me moan like
the cries of limpid ghosts, but
they mourn the dead
and I deceased for you
too long ago.

ten daysyou offered your hand and i pushed it
a-
way,
though you know all i wanted was for you to save m
e
and i guess you did, but there 's no.room.left.for
y
ou;
her nails around my heart, if i move i ble
e

d .

The bridgeon the bridge.

There's a boy on the bridge and he's moving away from you. Five seconds ago your eyes had met and sapphire irises aflame, he fled like hunted deer. A painful escape on hateful hooves. Twenty seconds ago you saw him and your eyes shone with life. Ten seconds from now your eyes will dim and they will look like burnt gold, metallic and icy. If he looks behind him he will see his glassy reflection and he might see a demon where you see an angel.

on the bridge.

You're on the bridge and you're moving away from me. You're leaning against the railing and the rusty metal itches your skin like dead cacti. You're a desert. You're pulli

A hospital For a moment you found it hard to believe there was a girl under all those sheets. They were ruffled like a fallen wedding dress and were as chaotic as a shattered window. The hospital room was a light blue, lit by the window at the far end of the room. The room was decorated with instruments, devices and wires you didn't understand. You didn't want to know what they meant. Didn't want to realize they were the gateway from death into life.

A weak, hoarse voice spoke.

"Hi."

It was as pitiful as a puppy drenched in rain and equally helpless.

"Hi," you spoke in reply, your words unstable.

"I can't see you well. I heard you come in..."

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DocklightsEvery day, something new seems to assault me with a new challenge, or a new message, which pushes me a little farther from understanding the truth. Sometimes I think there is no truth. There is no answer, at least, and I think I like life best that way.

The moment I saw you I couldn't turn away. I was a fish fixated on a dock light in the middle of the night, and nothing could pull me away from it's invisible hold. Something changed in your presence and suddenly I forgot where I was, who I was. Some powerful tsunami had swept through the room and everyone else had taken the warning and fled. But I hadn't. My curiosity and something else beam

SlaughterIn uneasy silence and fading darkness,
you slaughtered me.
Locked between my fears and ambitions,
you lured me from my mind and
plunged me into paradise,
where I was falling faster and could not stop,
not even when I began to catch fire.
I needed to scream but your presence
hushed me and compelled me to laugh, to groan, to grin
and somehow my breath could not keep up with
the rest of my panting body.
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until I should have turned away
because the flames that enveloped me were growing too bright and too painful.
But oh, the pleasure of such pain.
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~EmmaMusic Jul 22, 2011 Student

This is cool. The style looks somewhat japanese.

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~Moryow Jul 22, 2011

Thanks! Oh yeah I see what you mean, never thought about it that way

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~EmmaMusic Jul 23, 2011 Student

You're welcome!

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~Wuhzzles Jul 20, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow this is great! I love how soft the fur looks

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~Moryow Jul 22, 2011

Thank you! Fluffy

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~AutumnDragon1172 Jul 19, 2011

Aww, I like his little paws!

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~Moryow Jul 22, 2011

Hehe they're even cuter in the photo. Thanks!

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~Lokkaa Jul 19, 2011

This is so great I love it!!!

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~Moryow Jul 22, 2011

Thanks lauren!

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~Lokkaa Jul 26, 2011

Welcome buddy

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