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Innocence. A locked cove; sharpened to a point. 1 found the key. Ticking time in a glass bottle. Drink the seconds, it won’t save you any.
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26 stories written on Ficly, 2012–2013, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Church Walls
“The truth is that airports saw more sincere kisses than the wedding halls. The walls of the hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of the church.”
Alive
“Her entire existence is trying to figure out what her life is supposed to be while her heart breaks a little bit everyday over the tragedy of being alive.”
stagnant
When I told you how I felt I gave you every ounce of my being. I didn’t tell you however, how long this has been going on or how much I care. I let that…
Descriptions
Stained lips and shoulder blades of backwards lungs. Painted eyes and hands of frosted finger tips. Just a shade to pale for handsome.
Red Flag
A natural light show. Driven. Telekinesis? No, self worth. Muddy feet and strawberries. Similarities? No, patience.
Hints
I chase shadows. I fall for shadows. I fall for the suggestion of what you are.. Your shadow. It’s not as ominous and dark like most shadows. You’re different.
Headstone
I am not afraid of death.. its the thought of not living that scares me. The thought of not falling in love, or not being able to ever let things go. There are…
f a t e
I have the key and you have the gun... while we paint silent poetry. you have the hope and I have the know... for something to go as planned.
This
It was cold, but somehow the night kept me warm. You looked at me like you had it all figured out and I tried not to sound clueless, but with a heavy heart and…
Differences
Lockets and red threads. Floral’s and old oak. I am susceptible to blue...
Mistakes?
A slow breath and a steady heart. You wait and my head is silenced. Lingering looks. A lasting impression. You are still my favorite mistake.
Thoughts
You are nothing but a broken oak chair in a world of twisted words. Distraught. I do have my crown and you have your faith. Reasons do keep happening, but is…
Rose Petals
What happened to this? What happened to us? We always joke about the future and the past.. but this feeling was never planned. It was not supposed to happen…
CD-R
Echoes in the hallway of this house I know It hurts to let go Crystal windows reflect Giggling paintings line the wall
Heaven
Through a floating door, you and me under a lined paper moon. Evergreen thoughts line our ear lobes as we remember the stars. You close your eyes and imagine a…
...missing
I walk out the door of my rusty cottage and on to the cobble steps that lie embracing the foundation ever so gently beneath it. The orange rays of the sun are…
Teared Curtain
“How fickle my heart and woozy my eyes; My weakness I feel must finally show” I await in a room full of media bounded gossip lining every angle of the…
Up With The Fears
..in a world of sunken clouds; where glitter flutters where we walk.
Bandage
You are so broken.. I am as confused as you are. But we both know where we want to go. Now I know you know, I know. That I may not be able to fix you.. but I…