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Dimentions: Beginning - Chapter 1Peter stirred in his sleep. He listened to he sounds of the city outside his bedroom window, tried to shut out the noise of his thoughts. His worries - About school, about his love life, and about his aunt (who he lived with since his parents had died). But most of all, he worried about a dark and cruel man who had threatened him the day before. This man was unfamiliar to Peter; and was not like most of Peter's enemies. Peter had a lot of enemies he had made over the last year, since he had joined the ranks of Iron Man and Captain America (albeit not quite so popular with the media, and not an Ultimate) as the masked vigilante known as Spider-Man.
Quietly, Peter checked his phone. It was three o'clock. Tomorrow was Saturday, the one day of the week he had no school and no work to get up for. He could afford to go out for a few hours, help any cats stuck up trees, and be back before his aunt woke. So that’s what he planned to do: although as you well know, if he had returned that
Betrayed"If we broke up I'd do anything to get you back."
I'm just a train-wreck
Just another number
No more significant
Than a single hair
On your head
Who is she?
Why aren't I enough?
I can forgive
I can forgive
You've felt for so long
But what I can't forgive
Is this betrayal.
You say she's irrelevant
You say you love me
That polyamory is your forte
But I don't remember
Signing that contract
That said you could
You say I'm beautiful
But you never want sex
Is my body not enough?
Is she skinnier?
Less inclined to challenge
Your faults and discrepancies?
I fear you are tired of me
No longer in love
But you tell me
No, that is not the case
Well if it isn't,
Why are you with her
And not me?
It's not cheating.
We broke up,
It's not cheating.
Well if it's not cheating
Why do I feel betrayed?
I didn't want to leave you
I still want you
But you left me
ChimeraA chimera in the dark
A chimera in the night
Run for your life
Run for your life
Your bones in two
A chimera on the run
A chimera chasing you
Run for the hills
Because they'll rip
And mutilate you
With snapping jaws
And grabbing paws
Teeth as sharp as hell
Run form me
Run from me
For I am a chimera too
The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.
Living. Not breathing. Not here.
Just a faded echo.
Emotions lost. Just guilt.
Why me? Why me.
I don't want to say goodbye.
It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.
I want to forget. Why did you do it?
Why did you hurt me?
Concrete walls encage the heart.
Crushing it when it tries to grow.
You made these walls, not I.
To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.
No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.
Too many hands. Too many villains.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.
It has enough poets.
My hope is my lover,
Who's angel heart
Holds my head above
The water to stop me
In this great pool of tears.
My shrunken body,
Lost in darkness,
My only company a small light;
My love who guides me.
There are other lights, though
I do not see them
Or feel their warmth
But I sense their presence.
For these lights are the people who
Care, but I have lost my ability to see.
The ones who hold me, who calm me
When I'm weeping
Images in my head so vivid.
Memories of a distant past that
I know they are there
I know they see me
Clear as skies.
But their reach is hard to grasp
Fumbling in the dark.
Ode to LoveLook at you, so small and quaint
So pitiful, yet so alluring
Waiting for me without a complaint,
Subtle sweetness on your lips, luring
Me to a place of false affection
And honesty. While you devour
My heart with your insubordinate
And impractical opportunistic infection
That which you call love! Pray tell, how're
You to expect our hearts to coordinate?
I remember once, while kissing your lips
I felt my heart soar, with utter bliss
I must be caught in insanity's grip,
For my love was lost in the black abyss
All those years ago when the man
Who took my dreams also took
My soul. Now I am merely a shell
Of the girl I was before this began.
You say you can help me but just look
At what little he left me with after sanity's knell.
Little boy, how can you follow
Such a damaged girl so absolutely?
Do you not find yourself in a wallow
Of worry, hurt, and utter astute
Vexation? I am puzzled by your devotion
Yet I cannot find it in my heart
To turn you away, for I fear that loosing
You would hurt
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Running, FreeRunning water
Streams we'll never seek,
Running through the Earth
at such a ferocious pace.
Not for ourselves,
Not for our world,
But for freedom.
that doesn't exist:
not really; Not at all.
A freedom to live, as life is precious.
A freedom to love, as love is
always free; we just need to
Or, if we cannot,
Where is it?
In our hearts, our minds?
or merely our imagination?
Or perhaps it is nowhere;
after all, if it were somewhere
it would surely be
Gushing through valleys,
the liquid of life,
the thing that keeps us standing:
But with one blow it is all Gone.
A spurt. A choke.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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