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boots

undersides, caked with mud, tracks, picking up where ever you’ve been, leaving marks.

i want to retrace every step you’ve been and reclaim everything to ensure what you do is for me, towards me, complete and utter devotion, except we are all inherently selfish and i am as self gravitational as anybody else, you are self gravitational as i am.

» Posted By Roschen On 03.24.2013 @ 8:50 am

instill

It takes shock. You never realised it before. Until the core of your belief crumbles or was attempted to be taken from you by force, you take it as granted, the instilled values. How your decisions are made. Your gravitational centre for feelings.

» Posted By Roschen On 03.03.2013 @ 6:22 am

cave

they sit with their backs to the mouth of the cave watching forms moving on the wall, dancing. sometimes the shapes are bigger and blurred and sometimes they are smaller and the edges sharper. this will be all they ever believe.

» Posted By Roschen On 02.24.2013 @ 8:30 am

draw

They are three. The first pulls, the second measures, and the third with her irreversable power, cuts.

They are one. They blow the strands and care less where it lands. Or how it taints. Or what entanglement it soon takes land in.

Your life begins.

» Posted By Roschen On 11.12.2012 @ 12:17 am

spent

I spent most of my holiday rolling in bed cuddling my stuffed animals, occasionally doodling on scraps of paper and snacking on whatever is on hand. I don’t have to think of anything. It makes me quite happy.

» Posted By Roschen On 11.11.2012 @ 6:25 am

roar

tigers/kittens
thunder/drizzle
pressing your ear onto a railtrack
(I hope you get up just in time)

» Posted By Roschen On 11.10.2012 @ 12:16 am

ground

I stand my ground I raise my hand I point at the sky ripping the sky until they notice me they hear me they listen until it makes sense and I will scream my throat raw clutch the earth dry like the lands far away they crumble in my fingers they break they whisper to the ground to swallow me down under to swallow me fast to make me disappear and they make me a pillar of salt they make me dissolve in the sea but I will not surrender I always have been I still am becoming and I will forever stay to be.

» Posted By Roschen On 11.06.2012 @ 8:55 am

gone

This is nothing like he ever thought it would be.

The room is dark and empty, the people gone elsewhere tending to matters regarding to the disappearance of that one person, the one who always left but had always came back. Only this time she wouldn’t be back. She could never come back. And in the darkness where he could not see, his other senses heightened and like a newly born huntdog he sat motionless except for breathing in the air she once breathed in searching for her essence; scent, dust, dirty laundry, spilled drawing ink, everything. Anything. Anything that remained.

» Posted By Roschen On 10.13.2012 @ 10:13 am

separate

SEPARATE. The phone vibrates in my pocket and I fish it out. A name flashes across the screen, the caller’s name, your name. I make a mental note to remember to delete your contact information soon, because as a number without a name, at least it’d be harder for memories, feelings, or anything to come rushing back.

He looks at me across the table and smiles.

“Not going to take it?”

“No.” I smile. “She can call me later.”

Not very long after he left, I took a taxi back home, letting the driver wind through the longest route possible, and I sat in the back seat and looked out of the window, watching streetlights flash past, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing.

» Posted By Roschen On 05.02.2012 @ 6:25 pm

hallowed

HALLOWED. The day arrived, and on the very exact hour that had been calculated, the people gathered waiting for the shadows to align, marking the beginning of the celebration. A horn sounded. A whirl of colours from the billowing gowns. Joyous voices reciting praises. The laughter of the young as they pranced.

Soon, there will be children throwing garlands before the feast offering.

» Posted By Roschen On 05.01.2012 @ 10:25 am

alibi

ALIBI. There are ways to hide, ways to escape, and ways to fight back, always, depending on what you choose.

At first he hid. But then the cards were burnt, the people were called, and one by one they fell, each leading to the other. Only the hidden breathed easier. Soon he would have to fight back, but for now he was thankful. They gave him alibi; bought him time.

» Posted By Roschen On 04.30.2012 @ 8:13 am

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