White Knuckles In A Black Room (558 hits)
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Submitted by The Fury (View user info) at 2005-12-16 14:04:04 EST
The room is pitch black. The only white is the knuckles of my clenched fists. Clenched fists as a result of rage; hatred and disgust for all things jovial. Every smile I see, every snowball thrown, every friendly wave, creates only anger, malice. This animosity, this bitterness (is it envy?) due to the smiles and laughter that all things around me display cloud my head with thoughts letting it all go. Of erasing my life and these feelings that are controlling it. Everywhere I turn I see yet another couple walking down the sidewalk holding hands, content in their love. What a sick word that is, it doesn't deserve to be repeated. It only brings thoughts of you, memories of your words of never wanting us to end, of never wanting to lose faith in each other, "no matter what happens."
The yearning for what once was is slowly receding. Or is it? If I could turn back time, go through what we once had, would I? Do I want to see your smile, your hair more beautiful than the moon? Do I want to feel your skin softer than silk, or kiss the lips that tasted like summer?
They say that you can take everything from someone, everything but their soul. That is a pathetic lie. My soul is gone, scattered throughout my past, only to be found with anguish and pain. I find parts of it every day; in traces of your hair still on the seat in my car. Your toothbrush still at my house, presents that you gave to me. My soul is encased in memories, the funny little quirks that you had. Like how you would act when I chewed my fingernails. Now they're gone, gnawed down to their roots due to nervousness. Nervous about the future, how will I go on without you? I don't, I can't, I won't know how to function without you by my side.
I lay in total darkness this time, to weak to create fists. Is this the only escape from my madness? The blood runs red. Is this the only exit? It is true when they say you can never go home again. My home is in you, too bad the house is abandoned.
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Submitted by userpete86 (user info) at 2005-12-16 16:41:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
elusive?
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-12-16 15:39:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2005-12-16 15:11:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I agree.
Very good first post.
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2005-12-16 14:18:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
For a first post, this is really good. Keep working at it.
Submitted by MistressFist (user info) at 2005-12-16 14:15:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You need to masturbate more.
Submitted by the_thorne (user info) at 2005-12-16 14:14:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
'too bad the house is abandoned' didn't seem to fit the story's style.
Submitted by the_thorne (user info) at 2005-12-16 14:13:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
'too bad the house is abandoned' didn't seem to fit the stories style.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2005-12-16 14:13:41 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
They're not naked Bob, they both wear a fez. Akbar and Jeff (I think)
This post was kind of emo
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-12-16 14:11:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You know what you need? A little comic strip called "Love Is..." It's about two naked eight-year-olds who are married.