Sunday, July 31, 2011

Kiss Me

Kiss me,
for a moment of
Kiss me
just for a moment.
Kiss me
and I'm sure
you'll feel it too.
Kiss me
and I fall
So, don't.
Just don't
Kiss me.
Alex Notes:
I want I.M. to kiss me. At the same time, I don't. I guess this summed that up. =/

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Just an illness

She's up all night, by his side as the sickness courses through him. Every once in a while, he'll twitch. In pain? In a dream? She's not sure which. When he's awake for even a little bit, she walks out, swearing she'll be right back, and brings him some tea. Whether he minds that it's cold now or not he doesn't sad, just allows her to read aloud the part of the book where they left off. Once he's fallen asleep again, she places the book on the side table, rises, and fills the cup up with warm tea. Then, she resumes her spot beside him. While others would find it strange that she takes care of this man who appeared in her room, she sees it as completely natural.
"Oh, so you're awake again. Let me get you some more tea." She stops when he shakes his head. It seems as though he's looking longingly at her sketchbook. "Oh! You want to draw? Alright!" Smiling, she picks up the sketch book and color pencils. As each one is sharpened, he switches what color he's using to make his creation. When all twelve are sharpened, she curls up beside him. "Can you wake me when you're done?" He nods, a smile resting very slightly on his lips.
When the gentle nudge hits her, those pale brown eyes fly open. "Yes?" Smiling, he points at the drawing...and staring her in the face is the one thing she hasn't used since high school, an Ouija Board. "You made this?" He smirks, sliding the pointer to the yes. "Have you been here the whole time?" Slowly, almost timidly, he slides it over to the S, then quicker to the I, biting his lip for a moment makes him seem like he was thinking and then it moves to the N, then C and finally E. "Since?" Finally, with the motions of a sigh, he moves it to the 1 and then the 4. "Since I was forteen?" He nods, sliding it over the YES. "I know you." Quickly he spells out AND I KNOW YOU. "You caused me nightmares...but you can't make sound. That explains a lot." Another nod and a slight roll of his eyes are the only reply she gets.
She jumps awake, glances at the corner above her bed, and then at her friend beside her. "I dreamed about it!" Screams rip through her throat, her mouth as she shakes the person beside her awake.
"You mean IT it?"
"Yeah. He was terrifying." Smiling she glances at the room around her. "A real beast of Hell."

Note from Alex:
So, this is based on the whole thought that my room is home to a demon. I don't mean to offend anyone. I actually wrote most of this in my room.
I've never had dreams like this and I rarely have nightmares. This room just makes me feel watched. Haha.
OH! And this one is complete. I wanted to make the whole "illness" thing its own story, but not with me or the thing in my room. Maybe a different cast of characters.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Rhyming with Blurt

When emotions you blurt
The only thing that can come is hurt,
even if you flirt.
Skip dessert,
head to that concert,
and party in that miniskirt.
Don't exert
emotions and act unhurt.
Notice from Alex:
I got really bored and pulled up rhymes for hurt. It lead to this little thing here.

Another bad love poem

It hurts,
the way you let me flirt,
without any real emotion
when this love has my full devotion.
I love you,
but I hate it too.
That's why I had my life
devoted to a knife.
It was easy,
and this makes me just queezy.
Note from Alex:
I rhymed. It was actually fun.
BTW, I never used a knife.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Random Story.

His breath comes out in puffs of warmth. The room has to be below freezing. What stands before him should make his blood run cold, but years of suicidal thoughts push away that instict. "May I have this seat?" It gestures to the ground in front of him. When he shrugs, it settles in. "How strange. You stare at the face of fear without once batting an eyelash."
"When you don't fear death, what can you fear?" A smile contorts the thing's face even farther.
"Life. You can fear all the joys and sorrows of life."
Alex's Notes:
I haven't written in ages, so I felt like writing something short and sweet and simple.