I’m not trying to say they aren’t doing their job. They are working hard, really hard, to make this as painful and difficult for me as they can. They flay my skin off every day. Then they sew it back on with dull, rusty needles, and dunk me in rubbing alcohol. I scream, oh god do I scream.
They bring out person after person from my past to berate me. My wife, my kids, my parents, my teachers, co ...
“Here we go again! In a world full of irony, where the unexpected is expected.Dead to the soil and back to
underground.
“Oh, just you with your thoughts, that only dime your inner light, are we going to construct you and give you a new dimension? Is not like you want to grow.
“Alas , the only thing that works for you is sorrow! No,you said and here I go with my laughter , a laugh that even Dra...
(Fanny’s POV for the intro story cause why not)
Fanny was rather furious at the moment. She couldn’t understand why her daddy wouldn’t let her go to Penny’s house.
“But Daddy!” She cried. “She’s my best friend!” Fanny clung to Edmund’s leg, summoning all the tears she could.
Edmund patted her head and sighed before turning back to his paperwork. “Well I don’t know her parents, so that’s a no.”
...
To self destruct or to grow
Conflicted
Lost
Stuck
I don’t even know no more
Eyes
Self esteem
Feelings
All low
been high for months
Been numb for months
Maybe why I’m in a slump
But without the drugs I don’t feel much
I mean shit just last year I was on deaths door
By my own hands only survived by luck
Ungrateful or grateful shit you take a guess
Sober again already tryna escape ...
_Two Months Later…_
Edmund was snoring in his bed, eyes shut and mouth slightly open. Fanny, instead of sleeping in her own bed and room, snuggled in beside Edmund and pressed herself against his side.
“Daddy, you’re so mean sometimes,” she sniffled, “Making me sleep in my own bed.”
Edmund did not reply. His deep snores filled the room.
Fanny yawned. “I promise,” she said, closing her eyes, ...
“What?” Edmund looked at the man with his spectacled gaze, voice raised despite his introverted behavior. “What do you mean that child is _mine_?”
The man, whose name was Mr. Marlowe, brought out his handkerchief and wiped his sweaty nose. The child beside him, a tall girl with large amber eyes and oak brown skin, peered at Edmund from behind Mr. Marlowe’s leg.
“Well sir, you have heard that you...
Ah, I suppose, you who are reading this, are wondering why this is titled “Brains”. That’s quite easy to explain, for I wish to speak to you about that squishy muscle in your head.
Brains determine a person; brains keep and store the memories of people. Sometimes they even throw them out.
Brains, for some reason even though they are important to keeping our hearts beating, are very delicate and ...
Empty suitcases stand tall and they wait
Should I just leave please open the gate
My to do list is now empty and thrown away
Trashed in the tin barrel they crumple today
My heart and soul have a ticket to just leave
I’m crying and my sudden tears dot my sleeve
My ringless unplugged phone of last lost love
Stays silent and talk less no connection from above
The floor rugs are vacuumed and windo...
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