She held an aquamarine crayon
in between her chubby little fingers
Her small hand swallowed it
A glow enveloped her cyan eyes,
like firecrackers on the Fourth of July
She scribbled wildly,
with no direction
She held a marigold pencil
in between her slim fingers-
no longer chubby, but she thought they were
Her collarbones smiled through her skin,
even though she did not
But she still doodled,
eating her mistakes
She held a ballpoint pen
in between her brittle bones-
they were supposed to be fingers
Her ribcage protruded like shelves at the market,
however held no food: only pain
But she still drew,
and devoured the ink
She was a starving a
Breathe me
feel me
touch me
heal me.
Love me
break me
hate me
make me.
Save me
kill me
leave me
fill me.
Call me
free me
hear me
see me.
Play me
beat me
please me
meet me.
Win me
sell me
fail me
tell me.
Bring me
teach me
hurt me
reach me.
Do it.
"I'm Housin'" - a song by Rage Against The Machine
I'm Housin (Screenplay)
By Robin Heil. Copyright 2009. Yay.
Starting at the beginning bass line, the camera sees whistler's suspended feet like wiggling. The camera goes up (he's sitting on the edge of the front stoop). Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable. Whistler gets up and starts walking down the side of the house, the low camera facing up, moving back. Whistler is rapping Beastie Boys style. Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with 'em. The camera moves to the left to reveal Mitchell walking as well. So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim. Whistler brushes off his je
A Little Story About Michael by robofet, literature
Literature
A Little Story About Michael
Micheal thought he was a fairly normal person living a fairly normal life. He didn't much like that he was stuck on floor 36 with his mom in Chicago, but he dealt with it. He used to live in a large house in a secluded part of Minneapolis. This was, in his opinion, the Prime Time of His Life (the best song ever). He had all of his friends in the neighborhood, and on the first Friday of every month, they all got together for pizza & bad movie night. Not to mention he had the sickest setup in the world. Because his house was so big, (and old, so it had those thick, sound-resisting plaster walls), and because he recently turned 14, his parents l
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
Should I go through with this?
Are you the one?
It happened once before
It's happening again
The prime time of your life
Live it
Untitled Fairytale
By Robin Heil
In the small town of Allen, Montana, you could expect everything to happen as it should be. The children went to school, the women cooked, and the men worked in the Allen Coal Mine. No one really expected anything else to happen. Most people were okay with that, even though times were tough with the Great War in Europe. Most people, but not all. John Parker was one of those people. Actually he was John Parker junior. John was the youngest in a family of six; all of his other siblings were girls. Later in his life, John would come to assume that it was his father's idea to continue having children until he go
Afterlife As We Know It by BoneJanglesandEmily, literature
Literature
Afterlife As We Know It
Chapter 1: Longing?
The night of the wedding resumed as many stayed to observe and to enjoy. However as the bride and groom kissed, a certain skeleton wondered if he would ever find love. Sure he was content with his afterlife. He had good friends, a bar, and anything else that came to his skull. It was a longing inside of him that seemed to begin and never end. Almost like the lone word, eternity. As they all left afterwards, he stayed to congratulate the newlyweds.
"Victor Congrats! It looks like you might get lucky tonight!"
"Thank you, BoneJangles, and wait-what?!"
He laughed at Victor's reaction as Victoria giggled a bit. She underst
I wish
being a lesbian were like
being left-handed.
Whenever someone notices
you writing a cheque
or doodling
or opening a door
And they exclaim:
"You're left-handed?"
I wish it were as simple as that.
When it's funny
and I laugh, panicking.
Such stuff punchlines are made on,
that such a casual,
integral,
part of myself
has the spotlight shone on it,
And revealed (they think)
their own ignorance,
(How wonderful it is to enlighten someone
by being.)
And yet I never hear the questions
that logically spring to mind:
"Won't you have trouble with the gearshift
on a car?"
"How do you use scissors?"
"Can you even write
wi