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I just want you to disappear. I wish you had never shown up in the first place. Every time I see your face, I just want to tell you, “Leave. Go. Disappear. I don’t want you here.” I never wanted you, and I never asked for this. I never asked to feel this deeply about you. I never wanted to feel so torn apart, so disheveled when you left. And when you just keep coming back, I can’t handle it. I can’t handle the pain. I don’t know if it’s because I still love you, or because I hate you so deeply that it physically pains me to think about you. It’s not fair, because you can come back stronger than ever. Every single fucking time, you come back looking as if nothing has ever broken you. And here I am, like the broken picture frame lying on the ground. The picture of us from my chorus concert on the ground underneath all the shattered glass. Take me back to that time. Take me back to the time when you actually gave a shit about me and my feelings, those were better days. The days when I loved you. Loved you…. loved you. Past tense. Maybe I am over you. Maybe i don’t love you anymore. So why do you always leave me breathless when I see you with her on Facebook? or why do you always tie my heart in knots when you randomly text me? Every time I think I’m over it, I get dragged right back into the unknown, the in-between. You know I always wanted control. I crave control over everything, because I can’t stand not knowing what’s going to happen to me. I can’t stand spontaneity. And you took that control from me. Now you control me. Maybe if you disappeared, I would gain a sense of that control back again. Although, I’m not sure I could ever be the same after having played your games for the last 4 years. You will always be with me. But I don’t want you with me now. I mean, hell. I never asked for this! I never asked to love you this much, or to be torn so violently from you with no explanation. I never asked for the hurt, for the pain. I just need it all to go away. I need you to go away. Disappear. Just. Fucking. Disappear.
» Posted By Rianna On 02.12.2014 @ 7:03 pm
Collection of what – stones, fools, books, dreams, stories?
I have no need of these things. For what is time but a passing collection of memories and experiences?
There are things I do collect, yes. Stories – experiences, dreams, memories.
And in my hollow shell that breaks, they leak behind me in a wave of molten rivers, pouring.
» Posted By rianna On 07.06.2013 @ 10:50 pm
I feel the spark, my heart alive, brush strokes on a pale canvas, small and secure. He watches me gently, seeking my hands. Observing the stroke, commenting.
“Do you paint?”
“Not really,” I respond, but I’m learning as I express – I explain. I feel him smile.
» Posted By rianna On 07.05.2013 @ 10:39 pm
Intent was strong. Minute, hard, fierce, determined.
She was fast-paced, daring, and steady in her gaze. Arms held and taut with the bow, the cue, the tool. She moved, eyes darting, glance clear. And, poise.
» Posted By rianna On 07.03.2013 @ 8:15 pm
Strong, dedicated, near.
She turned her back on the sun and bent towards the earth. The soil was warm, soft, clay and loam inter-spiced and dwelling. Her shoulders were touched with bronze, every hum a quietude and an understanding.
» Posted By rianna On 07.02.2013 @ 12:51 pm
Nevertheless, she would still pray in the dying hours. The hours between light and dark, in the midst of waking dawn and quiet slumber.
I didn’t know if there was a god, only that I could breathe, and there was some light, somewhere, when I looked up.
» Posted By rianna On 07.01.2013 @ 10:47 pm
It hit the botton. The heavy metal thing. Holding the boat that floated just off shore in place. She watched and waited for the sign. The sign that told her to go. To run. To find him.
» Posted By Rianna On 04.12.2013 @ 3:43 am
it was dark. i stopped to peer around the corner, the rain was coming down the avenue, fast and hurtling loud
» Posted By Rianna On 09.01.2011 @ 10:32 am
it follows the flowers like a missionary. spreading the word. spreading its legs. metaphorically. once when I was young I was eating a cupcake and a bee was too and then I was eating a bee eating a cupcake and with its last wish it stung me.
» Posted By Rianna On 03.08.2011 @ 10:25 pm
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Rockets fly to the moon. It would be pretty cool to one day go to the moon although I doubt that will be possible for normal people to do so in my lifetime. It’s kind of amazing though, knowing that there are almost no limits to what mankind can do. There are no boundaries for us, scary.
» Posted By Rianna On 01.24.2011 @ 4:40 pm