Tainted Dreams (882 hits)
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Submitted by Ivy.at.hotmaul.con (View user info) at 2004-11-08 09:06:11 EST
I walk out of my house, gazing at a sun that glares back at me like that girl in my art history class. I can't stand her.
Instead of taking my usual route, I backtrack and find a path that I have seen many times before, but stopped myself from using as it leads to somewhere I don't want to go. Somewhere my nightmares like to take me.
I pretend, if only for a second that I am bold enough to walk down that route, but sadly I know I have been down that way many times before, and will probably go down it many times again.
Sometimes crying doesn't fulfil what I need it to, so instead I have turned to happy pills, a numbing agent that lifts the spirits while covering up the pain.
Mask it, like the putrid stench so many try to hide with overpowering perfumes that make me gag.
I reach my destination and let myself in, following the billowing smoke trails that I have so deeply missed over the past year, the smell of skunk wafting past my nostrils. Mmmm.
I sit down and engage in some mindless babble, irritated that people actually like to converse in this state.
God, why don't they just let me zone out?
Inhaling deeply I am baked, like the hot apple pie I suddenly crave.
And then I hear it, faint whispers of a song I used to love, but history has been written in such a way that I can't bear to hear it anymore. A Private Interlude, which this is suddenly, all too glaringly not.
"I gotta go, Cats," I mumble as I slowly make my way down the stairs.
Eyes slit into thin red lines, I love you my friend, my very best friend.
Crossing a field I am suddenly shifted to a land of tall grass and daisies, a place I have always come to escape the mundane reality that is my life. I've come here since I was young, my secret place where I hid from the things that hurt me, made me scared. Like the second grade lunch lady who reminded me of the boogie monster. Not that I know what the boogie monster looked like, but I am almost certain that it would have looked like the second grade lunch lady that scared the shit out of me.
I reach the end of the field and suddenly the tall grass and daisies fade away, unlike the memories of him that just won't.
I unlock the door and slip inside, trying to go unnoticed. My mom runs out and asks how my day was and I respond with an, "Okay."
Today was good, but I say "okay," because my days are rarely good, and my mom asks too many questions.
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Submitted by Dea (user info) at 2005-06-14 03:46:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by boneface (user info) at 2005-03-24 04:17:35 EST (#)
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Submitted by skrew_ball (user info) at 2005-03-24 04:07:35 EST (#)
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I appreciate your prose.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-03-12 08:16:15 EST (#)
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cute
Submitted by Holz (user info) at 2005-03-01 11:32:58 EST (#)
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Submitted by klebe (user info) at 2004-11-27 07:33:18 EST (#)
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+2..my second grade lunch lady looked like how i imagined the boogey monster would look like too!!!!
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2004-11-25 02:07:33 EST (#)
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Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2004-11-24 14:31:05 EST (#)
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the good ones never get nearly enough hits
Submitted by JungleJane (user info) at 2004-11-09 08:40:46 EST (#)
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Nice.
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2004-11-08 11:56:48 EST (#)
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Submitted by JenBee (user info) at 2004-11-08 10:35:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
good