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week ii by ~InsomniaticVampire93:iconInsomniaticVampire93:

Categories Literature > Prose > Fiction > General Fiction


day 1;
     i wish the sun would sleep more often.
today my expressions are comparable to those dark hovering clouds. my metal smile won't peek through the gloomy overcast, and my eyes are not possessing the green of fresh cut grass. thoughts are whirling in my skull at the speed of the tornado, engulfing both the good and bad and turning it into a spiral of dust. the flowers are withering away at the same pace of my soul; only thing is flowers bloom back again. warmth summer provided is being drained from the atmosphere, and i can feel it diminishing from my body as well. when it's cold, all the feeling is weakened.
     i'm ready to strike just to feel the thunder


day 2;
     until today, i never understood how intriguing masks were.
not the intricate and ornate ones worn to masquerades, but the ones plastered to the faces of fellow friends and unknown comrades. maybe when we were born translucent masks were painted onto our fresh faces, and it was our choice to do what we wished with them. some decide to break through the seal and unleash their inner soul, regardless of their former beauty. others choose to decorate and embellish them so that they can somehow create the person they want or even need to be. but what i don't understand is why the same smirk and the identical pair of lifeless eyes are somehow ornamented on every ones faces. why must they insist on trying so hard to be so occurring, surely boredom is a huge part of their lives, not to mention unoriginality and imitation. why are they determined to be so unrealistic, fake?
     there are days when i wonder if i am already who i need to be, and that i shattered through my mask a long time ago.


day 3;
     tattoos are different than masks.
along with piercings and hair color changes. many people do not realize that art is not only entertaining, it's personal. they don't know what a tattoo on some ones body could possibly symbolize, and they don't need to. the ones sporting the inked skin know the exact feelings and the meaning of the tattoo, and it's important to them. always. they should not be judged if a tattoo is explicit or downright incomprehensible. mangled angel wings doesn't mean the girl bearing the design doesn't believe in angels. it could mean she believes in angels, and even though her wings are matted it just shows she's not giving up searching for them. or that maybe she once was considered an angel, and after difficulties in her life she still has them, just tangled and needing care.
     we're more than artists, we are works of art.


day 4;
     i must confess that i sometimes substitute company for sketchpads and notebooks
i can sit quietly in my room for hours and hours doing the simplest of leisure activities. periodically my sketchbook is doodled in, and my notebook is constantly scribbled in. in my workbooks i can construct my own little world, or fabricate the reality i've been living. penny the blood slayer is, without a doubt, my best friend. the beautiful vixen is always there to slaughter the demons shadowing my mind, and she always gives me a little taste of her victims. my companion timothy, however, is an inanimate object. the faded  amethyst bottle is an aberration for sure, but he holds my secrets, secures the lid and never releases them. unfortunately, my friends so to speak aren't always what i intended them to be. when i created elliot, i never expected him to turn into a hateful, cold hearted monster.
     penny and i agree you tasted the sweetest.


day 5;
     noticing how broken you truly are destroyed me.
the tales you revealed to me that night could fracture anyone's soul. you told me about the countless times you wished your heart would stop functioning when he wrung his hands around your neck, and how much you cried for him to cease the torture. he never did, and your pleas only heightened his drive to abuse. the tales about the numerous hospital visits nearly killed me, and the stories of your body giving out under his grasp(willingly or not you've never discovered) and how good it felt to not feel a thing at all broke my heart. you said he made you feel worthless and that you won't ever be good enough. when i gently took your hand and said otherwise, you finally let the reserved tears fall from your eyes and trembled into my arms.  i kissed along your jaw, a little softer on the bruises as a relieved sigh passed through your lips. you then took my face into your hands and looked at me with those reddened eyes and whispered, "with you i'll always feel loved."
     it's funny in that moment, in that embrace, how you read both my mind and heart.

day 6;
      you really are an amazing person.
we've become friends very recently, and i am very thankful for it. even though i feel awkward sometimes talking to you, hopefully that will change soon. i think it will.
     you deserve more than what you settle for.
     

day 7;
     after four months, you're looking better than you ever have.
i understand how hard treatment is; withdrawal from everything in your former life. but i think you now know that it's worth your time to heal, and in order to be able to take care of your loved ones you must learn how to take care of yourself too.  i'm grateful that you are aware that even though that nose candy tastes so sweet, all it did was give you cavities.
     the sparkle in your eyes is shining a little more again.
©2009 ~InsomniaticVampire93
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Author's Comments

week two! (: this one was slightly longer, and a little more personal.

i would just like to thank EVERYONE who has added my work to their favorites; i've been pretty swamped with school work that i am finding it difficult to get to everyone D:.

but believe me when i say that i truly appreciate everything everyone has given me, thank you so, so much. :heart:

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~Flash-Fire-27 Sep 23, 2009, 11:02:42 AM
This is great, really beautifully written :)

--
the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
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=Agent-Angel Sep 23, 2009, 11:26:57 AM
It's amazing. Would you mind if I put that artist's comment into my siggy if it's linked back to this? :D

--
we're more than artists, we're works of art.
~artistic-advancement
:iconinsomniaticvampire93:
~InsomniaticVampire93 Sep 23, 2009, 1:19:33 PM
thank youuu :love:.

ans sure (: :heart:

--
Drown in your dreams.

My existance; my life.
:iconinsomniaticvampire93:
~InsomniaticVampire93 Sep 23, 2009, 1:19:40 PM
Thanks so much!

--
Drown in your dreams.

My existance; my life.
:iconexillior:
=Exillior Sep 23, 2009, 3:01:11 PM
I think this is art more than any other art I have ever seen -- every word, every phrase, every paragraph is so beautiful, so in sync and in harmony... It's an absolute delight and roller-coaster ride to read! :heart:

--
"I have a life, I just don't visit it often." - =HellionAngel
:iconflash-fire-27:
~Flash-Fire-27 Sep 23, 2009, 3:04:30 PM
Youre welcome!

--
the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
:iconinsomniaticvampire93:
~InsomniaticVampire93 Sep 23, 2009, 6:30:55 PM
that made my heart flutter :D. thank you so, so much :heart:

--
Drown in your dreams.

My existance; my life.
:iconbobinvisible:
~BobInvisible Nov 9, 2009, 8:20:41 PM
Once again, excellent. Keep on writing, young woman, your words ring true.

--
Zak Michigan, poète
one day we'll sit in the heart of the Sun and sift its energy like sand through our fingers
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