spinalSHIVER

I'll kidnap your world from you so fast you won't even know I took it.

9:43 pm – Dad called and I didn't answer. I already erased the voicemail and I wish I hadn't. 10:18 pm – Left my room. 10:18 pm – Terror. 10:24 pm – I can't find anyone. 10:25 pm – It's raining. 10:26 pm – The noise is deafening. 10:29 pm – All that is heard is the release of the droplets as they fall away into endless black… 10:29 pm – Do you think that's what clouds hear when it rains? 10:31 pm – Back in my room. 10:34 pm – Seeking an alternative to sitting on the floor in my room in the dark. 10:37 pm – s i l e n c e . 10:38 pm – My stomach is falling out. 10:39 p

 "Why are you out here alone?" Her eyes moved to the voice, watching the lips rather then the face or the entire person. The cigarette fell from her mouth onto her shirt but she remained still, staring at his words. Flower petals rested against her feet, littering the ground in awkward swirls. "Why are you out here, Marcus?" The cigarette dropped to the ground, leaving a tiny smoldering spot on her shirt. "I was looking for you." She choked a laugh and folded her arms across her chest, a cold stare burning from her green eyes. "Why?" "Because I couldn't find you inside." "Hmph." Her hand disappeared into her pocket, pulling out a sof

I really love your work a lot. I'd publish it all. I can't publish it in a trashy, censored high school mag. No way. You need something big and bold and absolutely rainbow and erratic, wonderfully eccentric while still normal. A beautiful flash of color against stark white, deep black. Burning reds and oranges, cold blues and almost warm purples. A white tulip against the night, a vivid image branded into brain cells that no one could ever possibly forget. That's what you need, because that's what you are. I needa keep running on that tangent, because oh dear, you are something to wonder at. Something to stare at because I know you'll accept

I've got a poem brewing in this sleepless mind, in this brutal overdrive, a symphony of highs, of tastes and smells, desires and fears. I've got a poem brewing in this mind, in this night, here, where I stand, against the sky, with open arms and turned up to the raining clouds. Dear god, I've got a poem for you. A spinning tale of lightness on my feet, blinding rage, and unidentified swirls of emotions. Achilles would envy my killing power on this night, on this bright and raining night. I have a story of seconds and minutes and time not spent and tears unwasted. I have a story, here with me, beating as my heart does, breathing as my lungs do