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flow over keys –
black and white
That of timelessness
found in a remote college
the rustling of leaves as applause
and an audience of stars
to perform for.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 02.07.2015 @ 9:17 pm
is like falling
is like walling
is like balling.
only ballers ball. bailers aren’t even a thing.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 10.01.2014 @ 10:09 pm
an empty bucket
slowly running dry
water trickling away through the cracks in the sides
i used to have convictions
but they all trickled away somehow
» Posted By Valkyrie On 09.28.2014 @ 11:58 pm
Bad memories. It’s all bad memories. I don’t want to write about this.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 09.27.2014 @ 10:14 pm
The way was thin
when it began to broaden
become curving and attractive
that was when it happened
» Posted By Valkyrie On 09.26.2014 @ 3:15 pm
I’m terribly grateful for my tea and toast. It’s been a long three weeks of cold/flu/??? symptoms. That’s not very exciting to write about, but it’s true.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 09.25.2014 @ 12:05 am
I imagined I could be anything.
And I was.
A wisp of wind,
a campfire by the sea,
a piece of fabric
But now I have to stop imagining.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 09.24.2014 @ 12:00 am
I hardly know you.
I hardly had a moment with you, yet.
Will we still be part of each other
if you leave now?
Will we have moments
when we think,
“she’d like that”
» Posted By Valkyrie On 09.22.2014 @ 11:01 pm
She’s a mirage shimmering in the distance; the temptation you desire as lust seizes your throat. She weakens your voice of logic, growing smaller and smaller for every step you take, stumbling forward. Hopelessly, helplessly (in love).
Don’t blink, or she’ll be gone.
Hope flares, a candle you thought was burnt out at the end of its wick. Yet how deceiving is this type of hope. You squint, trying to keep her in your vision. Her form shifting, ever-shifting, like the sand at your feet. You lick your dry lips with a sandpaper tongue and mutter a few incoherent words. What was that? You have forgotten. All that consumes your thoughts are her. Her and her vices. Her and her siren song and her wicked smile and her painful beauty. She is the alluring beck, and you are the obedient call.
Don’t blink, or she’ll be gone, along with all her promises, forever.
You walk up to her. She still feels distant and unreal, like the trick of a light in which only the darkness of logic can dampen. She stretches out a hand and you go to hold it, to touch her. But the wind snatches her away, howling with laughter, along with your cries of mercy.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 09.26.2013 @ 11:44 pm
Worries peppered into daily lives
stirred in with our scrambled eggs
as we sip on our morning coffee –
our third one for the day.
Sprinkle a bit of anxiety in there too;
shifty eyes and fidgety fingers.
Such is the life of an individual
that is no longer an individual,
but just another bar code,
a set of serial numbers
bred and branded onto us
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.02.2013 @ 5:47 am
What I wouldn’t give
to hold the attention
of the one
my mind occupies
How you consumed
unawares to the
resulting heart break.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.01.2013 @ 12:14 am
It starts as a growl, persistent and rumbling within my ribcage. It wants to get out, warning me like a volcano before it erupts. Then it comes, sudden and forceful, with a roar that makes me want to cover my ears and clutch at my heart. It spills out from me, all that was life pouring out of my body and pooling around me like blood. I don’t even utter a sound. I’m unable to. My breath is caught, while my life flows around me, spreading away. I am drained and empty. The golden warmth that once filled my heart has now been replaced by a hollowness that only a book with its content ripped out and leaving it useless would know.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 11.10.2012 @ 3:46 am
I stood back and narrowed my eyes at his major work. They were a series of snaps, some taken with a digital camera while others were Polaroid. Some black and white, others colour. Yet they were the same picture, but not, just like how a person can be an individual but also part of the mass crowd. It was a swarm of motions and movements, rushing hither and thither, making me breathless.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 11.08.2012 @ 3:19 am
She taught me how to dance – how to pirouette in the night sky, leaping from on constellation to the next. She allowed me to develop flow like water over rocks, overcoming their obstacle gracefully and without fuss. I was swept up and paused to arabesque like the leaves which twirled and stopped in a flurry in the summer humid wind. She taught me about the art of dancing as well as the art of life.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 11.07.2012 @ 3:29 am
He is /such/ a tool. I never did want him. All I wanted was the controversy and the gossip, spreading like wild fire over the tabloids.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 11.05.2012 @ 2:07 am
Gosh! And to ever think that I was interested in the poor boy. Ha! He’s so pathetic he’s gone delusional. Me, a courtesan of the highest order, to even glance upon the makings of a peasant. The thought disgusts me and causes my stomach to turn. I flip the card over, the scrawl of his declarations of unrequited love dedicated to me. Sighing I threw it into the hearth, the flames engulfing and greedily licking at the paper immediately. It wasn’t my fault that I was so loved. But oh, how it suited me.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 11.03.2012 @ 8:29 pm
The steps seemed steeper than usual, almost like they were sloping downwards as well. I was scared I would trip and fall down, branches scratching me and the concrete scraping my skin. It would be worse it my arms thrashed and I managed to pull someone down with me. Taking a hesitant step down, I felt the uncertainty in my sweaty palms and praying thoughts. I took it one step at a time; one foot down, then the other on the same step so they were joined on the same step. The adults groaned behind me and I felt bad for taking so long. The staircase was narrow so could only fit one person on the way down. Down, down, down. Oh gosh, I wish I didn’t have claustrophobia right now.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 11.02.2012 @ 4:47 am
I could feel it. Not exactly like it was in the air, but more so the vibration surrounding me. Something had shifted. I noticed his presence immediately. Fair skin and blue eyes too familiar to think about. I didn’t even have to turn around to know that he was looking at me with that sardonic smile. I could practically feel it. “Demons”, I thought while mentally rolling my eyes, “always love to make an entrance don’t they?”
» Posted By Valkyrie On 11.01.2012 @ 4:23 am
I remember the exact words I had though: I want to study abroad.
At first I had no idea what the hell to do to achieve this spontaneous goal, but I shrugged it off as an obstacle I would find out how to overcome. And now, standing here in Italy, the old buildings looming over me while people speaking in Italian and English bustle about around me feels surreal. The golden daylight illuminates the alleyways and the open market places, shining on tourists and locals.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 10.29.2012 @ 4:19 am
It was found in Death. The darkest, rancid corners of the earth where the Grim Reaper trailed his scythe along; where you could still see the marks in the dirt. It was a singular line that curved through sea and stone, breaking vows and happiness. But Death didn’t discriminate, oh no. As much as it was fun crushing hopes and dreams the bad ones had to be sorted as well. Through and through they slip through His hand like sand sprinkling in the wind, disappearing and being forgotten. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. No one will remember what you’ve lost. Years from now they would have forgotten mundane names, but not the essence of what is at the end of every person’s journey.
It was the solution to humanity’s problems: the destruction of humanity itself.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 10.24.2012 @ 4:22 am
“Come forth little one, we haven’t much time.” I whispered to the young boy, his round, brown eyes scared and uncertain. I extended my hand once more but he merely stared down at it, biting his dark pink lips.
“Damn it we need to go!” hissed Sebastian next to me, impatience in his voice.
“Yes, yes I know. But we can’t leave without him.” I looked back to the boy in the closet hidden amongst the clothes. I was able to see his pale complexion and anorexic-thin frame making my heart sink. He reminded me of my cousin when we were younger. Before we were starving peasants. Back before the pandemic began.
“Oh give it here then!” Sebastian said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the closet. The little boy shrieked and kicked Sebastian’s leg who screamed out, more in surprise than pain. Rolling my eyes I followed them through the corridors. Sure Sebastian’s methods weren’t the most ethical, but they did work.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 10.23.2012 @ 12:52 am
she laughed and chatted
I sort of mumbled
there wasn’t a lot else to do really
finally she said
“it looks like you have been
taking good care of your teeth and gums”
» Posted By Valkyrie On 07.25.2012 @ 5:35 pm
in the folds of her hair
she hasn’t noticed yet
she is looking up
with happy eyes
perusing the menu
as I wait for her order
and I idly wonder if it’s time for my smoke break yet
» Posted By Valkyrie On 01.12.2012 @ 12:19 am
“It’s a girl,”
and she cries tears of joy
as I clamp the umbilical cord
and put her new daughter
into her arms
» Posted By Valkyrie On 12.25.2011 @ 7:48 am
It’s very ambitious:
it’s trying to make a web across my front door.
It’s not going to work, of course,
but I can’t help admiring it
as it spins the delicate silk
which will so soon be destroyed.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.23.2011 @ 7:46 pm
“You murdered me! I’m dead!” she shrieked dramatically. Clutching her stomach, she held up the small plastic cup which moments before had held muddy water.
“I know, but just pretend it was poison.”
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.21.2011 @ 1:26 pm
Like many discoveries, hers was not as glamorous as she’d expected it to be. In fact, the suspense had been more fun than the actual finding, she mused as she stared at the tub of play-doh.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.13.2011 @ 12:49 am
He picked up the brick and tossed it thoughtfully in his hand. Then he threw it. Trees leaned aside to avoid being hit. Birds changed their migration. Well, it wasn’t an ordinary brick.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.08.2011 @ 1:19 pm
“I would like to speak to the manager,” he said firmly.
She whistled once more, but feebly. Dejectedly, she nodded her head and her tentacles drooped sadly as she turned to go get him.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.04.2011 @ 5:53 pm
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He punched her in the face.
“Why would you do that?” she exclaimed in disbelief.
*Level Up!* chimed above his head.
» Posted By Valkyrie On 08.03.2011 @ 5:34 pm