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There was silence.
"I'm tired of bending," the paperclip said to no one in particular.
"Be glad you don't have to stand straight all your life," answered the pencil.
"But I'd love to stand up straight! What a relief to stretch out and lie flat, without crooked spines and inverted limbs."
"And I'd love to bend and contort! But neither of us will ever get what we want, because if I tried to bend I'd break, and if you straightened yourself out you'd be useless. We'd both then be tossed out -- like rotten food scraps and yellowed supermarket receipts. It's best we stay the way we are, and suffer in silence."
"I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
There was silence again.
"But... still," the paperclip murmured to no one in particular, "it might be worth being garbage if I could only be different ."
"I'm tired of bending," the paperclip said to no one in particular.
"Be glad you don't have to stand straight all your life," answered the pencil.
"But I'd love to stand up straight! What a relief to stretch out and lie flat, without crooked spines and inverted limbs."
"And I'd love to bend and contort! But neither of us will ever get what we want, because if I tried to bend I'd break, and if you straightened yourself out you'd be useless. We'd both then be tossed out -- like rotten food scraps and yellowed supermarket receipts. It's best we stay the way we are, and suffer in silence."
"I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
There was silence again.
"But... still," the paperclip murmured to no one in particular, "it might be worth being garbage if I could only be different ."
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It's What He Doesn't Promise
He has cobalt eyes,
a sky-wide smile,
and cheeks flushed like roses
each time she meets his gaze,
her tortouise-shell skin
silhouetted against ruby curtains,
midnight-dark sheets,
his crocodile palms.
He promises her flowers every Easter,
chocolates every Sunday,
and a warm mug of tea
every night when she gets home,
but he forgets the most important part.
She has a gap in her teeth
and a bad habit of going crazy when he leaves
and she's afraid,
she's petrified
of his unsaid Iloveyou.
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The Introvert
Alone I am weaker, but safe.
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For someone I don't know
To someone I don't know:
I don't know exactly how I saw you, but you screamed a cry for help from a page that could not make a sound. I heard you. You said your life was unlived, pointless, and you were searching for its end. Would if there were someone, anyone, out there that knew how to make it stop. To make the voices silent, to take the weight off your chest so you could breathe again. If only the little hands would stop taking that knife and making you bleed.
You wish you could sleep. Not just close your eyes, and fall into darkness. No, the real thing. The kind that stupid romantic novels talk about or those babies have before they ca
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SPECIFID FEEDBACK REQUEST:
So i've been told to ask for specific feedback in order to submit this.
Persoanlly...I really like this piece (don't ask me why, I honestly do not know. is it worth it? probably not, but we love what we love, am i right?) and the only thing I get a little iffy about when reading it is that mini-speech by the pencil. sometimes i feel like it works and sometimes i feel like it sounds forced, so if you could give me feedback on that...well...splendid
and anything you as a reader find fault with please feel free to comment on as well (i dislike feedback requests because people then tend to follow only what the request asks for and nothing is left to the imagination but i suppose even Revolutions must have their rules)
Enjoy!
SPECIFID FEEDBACK REQUEST:
So i've been told to ask for specific feedback in order to submit this.
Persoanlly...I really like this piece (don't ask me why, I honestly do not know. is it worth it? probably not, but we love what we love, am i right?) and the only thing I get a little iffy about when reading it is that mini-speech by the pencil. sometimes i feel like it works and sometimes i feel like it sounds forced, so if you could give me feedback on that...well...splendid
and anything you as a reader find fault with please feel free to comment on as well (i dislike feedback requests because people then tend to follow only what the request asks for and nothing is left to the imagination but i suppose even Revolutions must have their rules)
Enjoy!
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