I've posted like 100 times today, well like 4. But I hate empy pages and writing looks nice and homey. So i uploaded some of my work so that i may entertain.
(keep in mind that this stuff is from the beginning of the year, so its not awesome, but its half decent) ENJOY! ^^

______A Simple Second_______

the only sound is a rythmatic echo

my beating heart bouncing off the walls around me.

My back aches from the worries of a heavy head

the uncomfortable humming through my ears is one of the only exceptions keeping me from peace

if only i one second to think.

the last thing i need is a treasure hunt, i dont even have the x, not even the footsteps

thoughts that shouldn't matter barrel down tracks in an empty mind

consumed by rushing hours and days

if only i had one second to clear that cluttered mess

and i wish you were here so that i could explain.

The only problem is that i can't, so you tell me it matters none

and that you're here, and thats all you can do

you've strung your guitar with broken out of tune wires that sing like nails

but for some reason you have kept them because they have incomprehensive meaning

when you're not here i am alone in a frightening empty world

i can't find the meaning of even a simple rain drop.

Time speeds by and i only wish that i could stop the grinding metal gears of time

because i want more than anything to adjust to the changes in every moment

to live in one soft tick of time and spend every millisecond of it with you.

_______Midnight Street.________

The streets are black as the sky

the pungent smell of blossoms suffocate my nostrils

my feet scuff across cracked pavement

i look from side to side just in case

and i hear the screech of tires

my heart rate quickens

breathing comes in short raspy breaths

the taste of cold on my hard teeth

two more blocks

i start to run, i glance to the back of me

the streets are deserted, neighbors windows flicker

my imagination makes figures out of flat shadows

the trees reach for my eyes and waist, pricking me with sharp leaves

i fumble for my icy keys and stumble up concrete stairs

shoving the key in the lock and pressing my weight to the cold door

i take one more quick look out the door to the streets

its calm and quiet. Harmless.

My breathing still echoes through the empty hallway.

___Short Story #1___

Amilie traced fingers with pale-blue nails over the deep crevices and valleys of the ancient couch. She decided a that moment that she would give herself two minuites before she would have to slowly start ambling towards the blue pontiac idling in the driveway . It hadn't yet hit her that she would be leaving the small town of Princeton with its residence of just under 2700 people, many of which she had grown up with and knew very well, 2700 faces left in the dusty corners of memories. One minuite. Amilie rose from the couch taking in an empty desolate room, whitewashed walls, and nails where pictures and their frames used to hang. A lonely room.

Amilie didin't take a second glance around the empty house as she slid out the unpainted basement door for the last time, not even as the pontiac pulled away from the empty lifeless building. It was too painful. The thought lingered through the car humiliating Amilie in silence: Eviction.