They were known simply as the Lucky 7. Known for their tricks, for never backing down, for going all the way. They strutted about and surveyed the town. They were confident they would own every inch. Quite the bunch they were. Some wary, some confident (one unworthy).
Then they froze as the winds changed. They heard some light rustling and knew who it was, it was the In Betweens gang. The In Betweens were a notorious rival gang. They didn't have the drive of the Lucky 7, but they were loud and unruly. Pure trouble.
The two surveyed one another with disdain, muttering their condescension.
"They're wannabes."
"They're tired."
"We know how to finish."
"We're more fun."
The Lucky 7 and The In Betweens flew towards each other in heated rage, ready to prove who was most worthy.
Then a soft voice said " Hello". Silence. They turned to stare at the voice in darkness. "How certain are you?" the voice asked. "I could break all of you in half right now".
They knew immediately who it was, The Stranger. They thought he was a myth, a scary story you tell to guys you want to deflate.
The Stranger inhaled his cigarette, eyeing the In Betweens. He just shook his head. "You're barely a snapshot", he said. They knew it.
The Stranger exhaled the smoke onto the apprehensive Lucky 7. "Just because you broke in, doesn't mean you own it", he said calmly. They knew it.
The Stranger stomped out his cigarette. "This ends now. Go on your way, be what you are. But don't think you can rule." He laughed.
They knew he was right. He was something unique, undefined, unconquerable. As long as The Stranger was in town, they were mere memories.
The Stranger watched as the Lucky 7 and In Betweens scattered to their proper places. He smiled and continued to slowly wander the streets.
January 31, 2012
January 25, 2012
Nightmare
I had a nightmare. That same one that repeats every now and then.
I am running from someone evil, for what seems like an eternity. I'm not even sure where I am. All I know is that it's dark, and it feels like the world is closing in.
I run into an abandoned house, and find a creaky circular staircase heading down to a basement. There are no stairs going up, only down.
I run down, down, down the stairs. Never moving fast enough, forced slow motion the way it always is in dreams. My unidentified pursuer always just nipping at my heels.
When I reach the bottom, there is only a small landing space and a rusty orange door leading to a room. I hide inside the room and lock the door, thinking I'm safe in this locked space.
But then I look up, and realize that the room has very high stone walls and no ceiling. My eyes follow the openness all the way to the top of the circular stairs. And standing there at the top is my smiling captor. I have run right into his trap.
Then I wake up. Always immediately after the capture.
I am running from someone evil, for what seems like an eternity. I'm not even sure where I am. All I know is that it's dark, and it feels like the world is closing in.
I run into an abandoned house, and find a creaky circular staircase heading down to a basement. There are no stairs going up, only down.
I run down, down, down the stairs. Never moving fast enough, forced slow motion the way it always is in dreams. My unidentified pursuer always just nipping at my heels.
When I reach the bottom, there is only a small landing space and a rusty orange door leading to a room. I hide inside the room and lock the door, thinking I'm safe in this locked space.
But then I look up, and realize that the room has very high stone walls and no ceiling. My eyes follow the openness all the way to the top of the circular stairs. And standing there at the top is my smiling captor. I have run right into his trap.
Then I wake up. Always immediately after the capture.
January 23, 2012
In a box
I keep our lost love
hidden in a box
your composed affections
tied up
so they can never leave me
hidden in a box
your composed affections
tied up
so they can never leave me
January 08, 2012
3am
Tempting sleep by feigning sleep
Another failure
Muscles relax and my eyes open
Taking in the silent dark
Of another 3am
I slide out of bed
Walk past the cold side of the bed
Step on a forgotten black sock
Hard footsteps on the chilled wooden floor
Abandoning the mid-night tiptoe
No one to wake
Opening the fridge
I reach past your favorite juice
One month past the expiry
I drink the warmed milk
Across the table
From an empty placemat
I crawl back into bed
Listen to my tired breathing
And try again
Another failure
Muscles relax and my eyes open
Taking in the silent dark
Of another 3am
I slide out of bed
Walk past the cold side of the bed
Step on a forgotten black sock
Hard footsteps on the chilled wooden floor
Abandoning the mid-night tiptoe
No one to wake
Opening the fridge
I reach past your favorite juice
One month past the expiry
I drink the warmed milk
Across the table
From an empty placemat
I crawl back into bed
Listen to my tired breathing
And try again
January 06, 2012
Madly in Love
Brilliant white coats
Huddled together in the corner
Like a flock of noisy birds
They cackled about me
Their tiny new morsel
Bipolar, one cooed, that's what it is
All those ups and downs
That abnormal arousal followed by the crippling depression
Clearly schizophrenic, quacked another one, disagreeing
She's delusional and surrounded by hallucinations
Another one clucked, no no no no
It's borderline personality disorder
All those out of control emotions
They continued to strut down the hall
Sticking out their chests and fluffing their feathers
She sat quietly, ear to the door
And a silly twittering laugh escaped her lips
There was no disease, no ailment, nothing to cure
That whimsical joy that made her feel invincible
That heated desire whenever he crossed her mind
That deep powerful longing in her loins
That horrible emptiness whenever he went away
That numbing longing as she waited for him
That comforting feeling that he was always watching and protecting
That intangible connection of shared similar thoughts
That floating sensation of never touching the ground
That tickling excitement of being his special girl
That magnification of every little thing seen through him
Knowing that she had his heart
Knowing how she had given up hers
She was just
Madly in love
Huddled together in the corner
Like a flock of noisy birds
They cackled about me
Their tiny new morsel
Bipolar, one cooed, that's what it is
All those ups and downs
That abnormal arousal followed by the crippling depression
Clearly schizophrenic, quacked another one, disagreeing
She's delusional and surrounded by hallucinations
Another one clucked, no no no no
It's borderline personality disorder
All those out of control emotions
They continued to strut down the hall
Sticking out their chests and fluffing their feathers
She sat quietly, ear to the door
And a silly twittering laugh escaped her lips
There was no disease, no ailment, nothing to cure
That whimsical joy that made her feel invincible
That heated desire whenever he crossed her mind
That deep powerful longing in her loins
That horrible emptiness whenever he went away
That numbing longing as she waited for him
That comforting feeling that he was always watching and protecting
That intangible connection of shared similar thoughts
That floating sensation of never touching the ground
That tickling excitement of being his special girl
That magnification of every little thing seen through him
Knowing that she had his heart
Knowing how she had given up hers
She was just
Madly in love
January 03, 2012
One night
Dusk approached
putting its arm around me
promising that evening
would bring you
Evening took my hand
showing me the dark corner
reserved for us
Dawn knocked quietly
Dawn knocked quietly
breaking the news
that our time had ended
(transferred from my old Tumblr)
January 02, 2012
The Dream
She packs her suitcase full of life from suburbia (yes, it is a suburb).
He cooks and cleans, and drives through life in his shiny city.
She leans on the plane window, searching for signs below.
He takes the usual route to work, but not at the usual speed.
She arrives, rumbled and dehydrated, with an energetic thirsty spirit.
He watches the screen, watches the phone, then looks at his watch.
She small-talked with the taxi driver while her thoughts ran elsewhere.
He secretly drove to her hotel and waited in the lobby.
She arrived and inhaled the dry desert air, feeling the familiar warmth.
He watched her familiar face in secret through the glass doors.
She walked into the lobby and sensed something was about to change.
He walked towards her slowly.
She saw him and knew.
He smiled and knew.
She shed all remaining armor and jumped into his arms.
He picked her up and twirled her about, like he always promised he would.
She held his smiling face in her hands.
He leaned in and gave her that fairy tale kiss.
She laughed her sparkly laugh.
He flashed that big grin of his.
She held his hand tightly and said, show me our world.
He was happy to take her there.
They went to his favorite sushi place. They sang as his favorite piano bar. They found that cheesy motel they had laughed about. They watched their favorite movies in bed. They watched the world from a shared angle. They drove down that long road to the middle of nowhere, a place they'd never been to but could describe to each other in detail.
She reminded him he didn't believe in happy endings.
He said they could enjoy this long middle together.
They lived happily.
Then she woke up in tears. Like always.
And made the difficult decision to finally get out of bed.
He cooks and cleans, and drives through life in his shiny city.
She leans on the plane window, searching for signs below.
He takes the usual route to work, but not at the usual speed.
She arrives, rumbled and dehydrated, with an energetic thirsty spirit.
He watches the screen, watches the phone, then looks at his watch.
She small-talked with the taxi driver while her thoughts ran elsewhere.
He secretly drove to her hotel and waited in the lobby.
She arrived and inhaled the dry desert air, feeling the familiar warmth.
He watched her familiar face in secret through the glass doors.
She walked into the lobby and sensed something was about to change.
He walked towards her slowly.
She saw him and knew.
He smiled and knew.
She shed all remaining armor and jumped into his arms.
He picked her up and twirled her about, like he always promised he would.
She held his smiling face in her hands.
He leaned in and gave her that fairy tale kiss.
She laughed her sparkly laugh.
He flashed that big grin of his.
She held his hand tightly and said, show me our world.
He was happy to take her there.
They went to his favorite sushi place. They sang as his favorite piano bar. They found that cheesy motel they had laughed about. They watched their favorite movies in bed. They watched the world from a shared angle. They drove down that long road to the middle of nowhere, a place they'd never been to but could describe to each other in detail.
She reminded him he didn't believe in happy endings.
He said they could enjoy this long middle together.
They lived happily.
Then she woke up in tears. Like always.
And made the difficult decision to finally get out of bed.
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