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Love is more than a four letter word…

the things we do for it are sometimes absurd…

We’ll kill and we’ll fight, we’ll destroy our whole lives…

a life of perfection can end in a night…

So what is the point in attaining this pain?

Knowing its power to drive you insane?

Who can you trust with your life and your heart?

do they have demons that’ll rip you apart?

Don’t get involved if your emotions are weak…

You’ll be ground into dust, before your mind you can speak…

and that’s just the start to this hell that is love…

when you’re down in the trench you can’t see from above…

it can crush you and make you a shell of man…

quicker than any other emotions can…

then there’s a flip side of beauty and grace…

heart pounds with desire from the look of their face..

you’d cry and you’d kill even die for them…

blow the moon right out of the sky for them…

every moment of every day they’re alive…

feels like a blessing to you in disguise…

loves messy and harsh and can bring about death..

if its real you’ll protect it until your last breath…

but you can’t be the only one feeling this way…

or your one sided torture for them will be play…

true love is so rare and real hard to find…

when you meet someone new don’t rush into it blind…

give it some time, and learn who they are…

do they love you for you or your skills and your car…

if its all meant to be then with you they will stay…

and if you both work on it can be yours every day…

In a strangers eyes first meeting

She went out the next day to get the mail and ran into the window peeper himself.  At first she was disgusted that he was there at her post office too, but when she looked at him and he noticed her, he had a infectious smile that she couldn’t resist and it melted her anger away. She had forgotten how good looking he was. She was suddenly embarrassed that she even wanted to confront him and afraid of making an ass out of herself. What if it wasn’t even him but someone else with similar clothing? It was after all dark outside when she looked the other day. She could have been mistaken. On the other hand if it wasn’t him then who was it? That was a scarier question to her, so instead of worrying unnecessarily she decided that she would rather face the answer from this guy.

“Why were you at my house last night?” she asked him. He looked at her like she was a little bit crazy now, making her feel worse. Continue reading “In a strangers eyes first meeting”

In a strangers eyes first stalk

He was standing directly outside of her bedroom window, staring at her through the curtains. He watched her go about her business with no kind of regard for her personal privacy, loving every second of it. Everything she thought she was doing alone, she had been doing for his entertainment as well. She had no idea that there was anybody outside watching her as she got ready for bed.

Her curtains were closed but they were a god awful green design, straight out of the 70’s. The white backing had been stained yellow, from decades of cigarette smoke having been trapped in the house without enough air exchange. They were also so old that they wouldn’t stay closed, unless you fumbled with them forever, or pinned them together. They would crinkle a bit and leave gaps that could easily be seen through, if someone were to be looking in. Continue reading “In a strangers eyes first stalk”

A killer inside

It was dark outside. So dark you couldn’t even see your hands in front of your face. There were no sounds out, unless you counted the eerie silence breaking through the impossible blackness. He couldn’t help himself from feeling like he was breathing too loudly. He was after all, excited for the night he was about to have. He hadn’t killed anyone in a while now and the anticipation was making his heart beat faster than was probably healthy. He didn’t care. There were more important things to do tonight… like drain someone of all their blood.

He heard scratching noises from inside the room. He was outside trying to remember not to make too much noise. It wasn’t something he was worried about his victim hearing. The phone line was already disconnected. Instead of cutting the line, he had unhooked it from the wall through the picked lock on the box. He didn’t want there to be suspicions of foul play all the way out here. A cell phone wouldn’t work out here, there wasn’t enough signal to pick up so much as one bar no matter where you walked. Continue reading “A killer inside”

Life after dead The tunnel

I turned around and saw a light brighter than anything I had ever seen before filling up a long tunnel that seemed like it went on for miles. There were multi colored swirls of energetic light that I had never seen the likes of on earth. Not even an Aurora Borealis would come close to this beautiful show of lights that was completely mesmerizing us. It seemed that there was every spectrum of color known on Earth and even a few that I had never seen before all in a swirling conglomeration of hypnotic artistry. My newly dead friend looked back at me as if I knew what the hell this was. I shook my head as if to say “No I’ve never seen it before.”

We both stared at it for a moment and realized that we were floating towards it simultaneously. It was a weird feeling but then I felt this enormous presence, I don’t know that I would call it God, but it was definitely a powerful feeling. There was nothing that this feeling hadn’t seen, or wouldn’t understand. I hadn’t felt so content with anything in my entire life. It was that feeling you might have had with your parents as a small child that nothing could hurt you. It felt like there was nothing that could affect you when they were around. This feeling was 1000 times more secure than that. I felt that Superman himself couldn’t fuck with me here; this was the ultimate feeling of security. Continue reading “Life after dead The tunnel”

Life after dead the ghost

So far I had found only one limit as to who I could and could not see or check up on and that was my murderer. I had to maintain a feeling of familiarity as I thought about their personalities and presence. When I would visit people I couldn’t touch them or affect anything but I could watch them without limits as if I were the ultimate stalker. It was more like I was trying to stalk a stripper at the strip club though since I could only look but not touch.

I had gotten over the initial fear of walking through things like walls and doors. It seemed that there was a new set of fears that I was going to develop now like was I going to be alone for the rest of eternity? I hadn’t seen anyone I knew who was already dead, or anyone else dead for that matter. I hadn’t seen a light at the end of any tunnel either. I was beginning to feel like I was going to be trapped waiting for this guy forever with no chance of ever leaving or finding him.

One night I was floating along the beach wishing I had someone to talk to feeling extra lonely. I noticed something from out of the corner of my eye from the water’s edge. I saw a weird guy crawling out of the water slowly like he had just reached shore after a boat wreck or something. I watched him crawl out of the water and expected him to be soaking wet but when I looked closer he was completely dry. I walked over to him feeling a hidden excitement trying to beat its way into some glimmer of hope in my chest. Continue reading “Life after dead the ghost”

Life after dead first attempt

I was fully functioning mentally now and I realized that I had just literally lived through being murdered by my own mother. Well, she wasn’t really MY mother but I couldn’t help but think of her that way. I still had memories in my mind of the way he thought of her and how she seemed to be the lifesaver he had always needed. By killing him she had set him free, or in this case… set me free. She continued to stare at me; she was definitely confused about what was going on.

“Who are you?” she asked me. “Where is my son?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, you seem like a good woman and I’m sure your intentions were justified but that wasn’t your son you just killed, it was me. You see, I borrowed your son’s body when he left it and I didn’t really get to choose where I went because I didn’t confer with the Elders.”

She looked at me as if I was trying to explain the theory of relativity to her. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She narrowed her eyes and asked in a more hostile tone. “What have you done with my son… who are you?”

“Listen, your son…” I started to explain but just then she was distracted by a glowing light coming from her right side. I already knew what it was and also knew that she would be too distracted to finish this conversation with me right now. She began walking towards the light forgetting about me completely. “Never mind.” I said. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough.” Continue reading “Life after dead first attempt”

The blood makes it real Lucas mom

I knocked on the door with three solid knocks and waited what seemed to be the longest thirty seconds of my life. Finally I heard some noise and the door opened up to the gorgeous face of Lucas’ mother standing before me. Well, usually she was gorgeous but right now she looked like she had been bawling her eyes out and drinking for days with no sleep. Her eyes were red and puffy, they were swollen and she had bags under them that showed she was more than a little bit exhausted. She probably hadn’t slept well in months and I felt pangs of guilt for doing that to her. She stood there for a short time trying to figure out who I was and what I was doing there before finally speaking.

“I’m sorry; I wasn’t expecting anyone to stop by.” She wiped away some of her tears trying to regain her composure. Continue reading “The blood makes it real Lucas mom”