Stories tagged “alive”
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Self preservation 102: Dying is easy, it's living that's hard
They say the last thing to go when you fall asleep is your hearing. It’s the first thing to come back when you wake up, too. It makes sense, but I couldn’t tell you what came back first this time. Consciousness crashed over me, nearly as pa...
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Party of Life
When you finally decide to get off that couch and join the party, come find me. It’s the party of life babe, and I’m tired of letting you sit on the sidelines. You might get some beer spilled on you, but we’ll just get you a different...
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How Did I End Up Here, Without You?
You know how your heartbeat speeds up when you get something from someone out of the blue? That weird rush of excitement and complete terror? Because for a brief second, you are placed back in another ‘life?’ The rush comes from the fact th...
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End
I open my eyes and up above me I see the sky, plain and black. Silence is all around me, and no one is rushing to my side to help. Maybe I am already dead. I attempt to move, and with little pain I sit up. I look around me, thinking I am in heaven, to ...
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Loving from a Distance
I look into his deep blue eyes and I see compassion. I run my fingers through his curly red hair and feel intimacy. I press my lips to his soft cheek and melt. I wrap my arms around him and feel comfort. I look at his smile and see all the good things ...
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Alive
An energy circle: hands clasped tight, heavily made-up eyes squeezed shut. Silence except for the distant buzz of audience members filing in and the click-clack of shifting character heels. Then we break apart big smiles, inadvisable cheers. ̶...
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The Little Bulb
A little bulb to light a corner of the world That no one sees But that’s no reason to stop dancing We’re selfish and self-centered We’ve thrown in the towel to hate Love was just too hard for us But you seem to always be dancing in it...
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Burial
A casket, a hymn, For light in alive eyes Death darkens them dim.
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Current Thoughts
Have you ever looked at a clear night sky of stars and noticed how they burn so concisely— shining furious and bright— surrounded by the dead darkness of space? Such as that seems to be the contrast you’ll find when you think about th...
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Stone.
Rip my heart out. Wear it on your sleeve. Dangle it in front of me. Kiss it when you leave. Toss it in the garbage. Throw it down the drain. Put it through the shredder; and hope the blood won’t stain. Use my love against me When you hold me in y...