What do you do? by Wanderer-of-Nations, literature
Literature
What do you do?
We're all born with something dead inside us.
Our mind, our body, our soul.
As we grow we heal or we harden to the world.
What would you do to stop yourself from being engulfed in it.
Do you drink, smoke, pray, fuck every person that's willing?
What do you do?
He puts down the bottle long enough to pick up her picture. As he looks at it, tears start to drip down his face and onto the floor. Regret and disgust fill him as he throws the bottle across the room, smashing against a wall. He grabs his board and goes outside into the pouring rain. He makes his way to the ocean. As he looks out across the empty expanse of water he knows this will be his last. Waves crash over him as he paddles through the water. He sees a tube form and prepares to drop in. Just as he enters the tube, everything is clear. Just as he registers how amazing this moment is the wave breaks and drags him under. As he struggles fo
I can feel it
underneath the surface
it grows and grows and grows
I can feel it moving
changing me around
if I don't release it
I'm sure to implode
feelings that haven't stirred in so long
I've forgotten
where they belong
So I just got out of a five month relationship and I don't know. I'm not messed up over it. We didn't see each other much so it's whatever. I think the reason I feel regret about it is because it had been a few years since my last relationship but it was different this time. I had matured since last time and really enjoyed being in one. Relationships are freaking amazing. You are with someone who likes who you are and for me that's really hard to believe because I can't really see my good qualities. I really want a relationship. And it's not about sex. I'm sure it's probably pretty amazing but I don't know because I'm still a virgin and there
We were on the couch, bodies intertwined. My arms around her waist, hands meeting at the small of her back. Her arms around my neck, holding on as if her life depended on it but I guess it did. We had brought each other back from some pretty dark places and had become fond of each other. Maybe fond isn't the right word for what we were to each other.
She was my angel, my saving grace. The one person who had been able to pull me back out of the dark recesses of my mind and put me back together. I met her and she painstakingly put every piece back in it's proper place and made sure I wouldn't fall apart again.
I was her way out. A way to esca
The coughing woke her up, well that and the delightful smell of frying fish and grits helped quite a bit too. "What happened?", she thought,"Did I fall asleep at the bar last night?" It was then she noticed she was laying in a small bed and the shirt she was wearing was definitely not hers and that the bed was moving, or the whole room was moving. Panic started to creep in as she tried to remember what the hell happened last night. "I still have pants and underwear on so I didn't sleep with anyone so how did I get here?" Her train of thought was broken when a man walked in. The first thing she noticed was he had tattoos running down his arms
Journey of the Dragon Wind by Wanderer-of-Nations, literature
Literature
Journey of the Dragon Wind
It was a stormy night at Ciudad de Fuego. The kind of night where the bars are full of people just trying to outlast the storm and have a little fun. What I needed was a bottle of rum and a couple of pretty ladies. What I got was a bottle of rum and a couple of handprints slapped onto my face. I opened the bottle, tipped it up, and took a long draught. Thanking whatever gods there might be that we made port the day before. I looked over the charts laid out on the table, searching for where we might go next. As I was taking another draught from the rum, my first mate Anna barged into the room, looking angrier than usual. "Dammit James! We were
The tears dropped down his face as he stood by the side of his beloved spouse. They had been together for fifty glorious years. He stood there silent, already having said what was needed to be said and just waited. The heartbeat monitor started getting slower and slower until it finally...stopped. Nurses and doctors flew into the room trying to bring back the patient, the parent, the lover, the friend, the soul that was laying in the bed. The paddles were charged and used. Compressions were done. The paddles were charged and used again. Compressions were done again. The paddles were charged and used once more. The doctor swore, knocking over
I have all these feelings whirling around in my head and I am so confused. I don't know what feelings they are and it's killing me. I think it is just a sadness. A great sadness that fills my thoughts and my chest and every inch of my body and it's tormenting me. I don't know why it's there or what it is about. There also might be wistfulness, I yearn for so much and none of it seems to be coming to life and I don't know how to make it happen. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hate not knowing.