madeline-x

PACT Hold me close, hopeful one, Tell me all's just fine, My dreams of you so sweetly sung, Your heart and soul forever mine Your warmth against my cold, Your high against my low, Together we stay- young to old, From senior to death we only grow Take my hand, beloved friend, Walk with me toward the light, Our bodies, two, begin to blend, journeying on to never ending bright.

My Head Voice I paced the room back and forth, the floorboards creaking in the exact same spot every time. My curtains pulled to shield the harsh morning sun letting me sink further into a dark abyss. This apartment is like a prison, dark and lonely. The walls are weak and thin, the occasional hole in the shape of a fist. The sink never stops dripping; I have buckets on the floor catching the drips coming from the water-damaged ceiling. My name is Jason O'Brien. I'm thirty-two years of age, I'm unemployed and I have no friends to speak of. Ever since I was a little boy people teased me. They teased me because I was different to them, they w

Paper Hearts Paper skin covering a body where life used to glow. A drawn face streaked with tears haunts me; her deathly stare screaming for help. An ashen face with sunken cheeks and lilac lips. Stringy tendrils fall to her shoulders, having taken the place of her luscious black mane. Disease spreading through her bloodless veins, another needle through the leg, through the arm, through the wrist; she feels not pain but nothing at all. Her years of pain are over, done, bringing on a lifetime of numbness She has no energy to speak; all she emits is a breathy croak. Staring off into the distance, looking through all in view. Overcome with

Emerald Awakening The emerald forest awakes from a night of rest, dewdrops glistening on the bright green grass. Emerging from the great oak tree is a young elvan girl. Her eyes the colour of jade glowing in the morning light; her long brown locks sway in the light wind that caresses the trees. Ready for another day, wearing fresh leaves and olive shoes she gathers her breakfast from the mighty lime tree. Reaching up high on tippy toes she falls to the ground, muddy and cold. Lifting herself up, she pats the dirt from her hands and knees, slowly limping towards the watering hole. Dipping her hands into the sea-green creek, she gently washes