Mattykips

It was quiet, much like it always was on cold nights in the city. Ordinary people didn't venture out now, when the winds were bitter and hurt to the bone. They stayed indoors, and huddled into blankets or fireplaces, or other people. But A never considered himself ordinary. How could he? He wasn't like them. Not in the slightest. A, Alternative, Alisx. Each name only known by few. Each name only assumed to belong to a dead man-- no, a dead boy. Only it was not true. Not entirely. A was dead, in some ways, but not in others. Not that anyone but himself knew that. Who would believe it anyways? That was distant memory now. Memories he longed

It had never occured to Benji that a relationship that seemed so perfect, could be so sour. Just as it had never occured to Benji that someone he hated could hate himself more. For a long time, he had been blind. He only saw what he wanted, he supposed. A young boy, stepping in to fill his shoes, taking his place. A man who looked fondly at him in a way he'd never done to him. They seemed so perfect, so unfairly perfect for one another. It made his blood boil. Why did he get to be happy with the guy he'd had first? But lately, the blindfold across his face was slipping, falling down at his feet, and the glaring reality hurt his eyes. As mu

there once was a boy who loved words and only those one or side by side a curvacious gathering of letters ink upon parchment the scent thrilled him to the bone in the crosses of t's and swirls of a's and o's he believed to be the only comfort and through the dotted i's could only express feelings could only impress imprint thoughts to the world around him but she could tell stories behind closed lids and in oceans of color reveal a plethora utopia of raw emotion that even the parchment dirtied with ink smeared with leafing thumbs could never utter

i want to make love in the leaves of autumn in the late and early morning when it is dark but the sun has begun its outlines in the center of the park so private and public i want it to be raining not pour but heavying the leaves so our skin is soaked through to our very bones i want her hair plastered to her face her eyes closed and smile wide i want to shiver i want the goosebumps to rise along my skin and still i am warm and panting we will struggle for words nothing will sound just our mouths parting before a kiss and it starts over again

there's a state called euphoria i visit it plenty there is elation explosion of cells fire in the veins air refusal to pass to lung a mind blank a quiet exhale a shuddering laugh the restart of a stopped heart the skip of a beat electricity swims my brain it soaks my bone there's a state called euphoria i visit it plenty with you and your voice and your words there is elation and life with a simple hello from you i visit it plenty euphoria

After a while the loud clicking of the train rushing over metal tracks turned out to be a nice melody. As time ticked on and it continued, it began to lull the illegal company it harbored to sleep. click. clack. click. clack. For the past hour, Anda had listened to its steady beats, and for a while he'd hummed to it, but then he fell out of it and just laid quiet. Shadows and shapes of trees and landscape rushed by his vision, blurred. The cool country air carried its own interesting scents with its cooling grace. With deep inhales he could smell bales of hay, firewood crackling, and food cooking. In a while it would make his stomach growl

The Summer days went by slowly, like the sand falling through the hour glass. Every grain took too long. The sun rose inches at a time and the light never came fast enough. As rays dripped down over the blades of grass, and dried up the night's dew, it carried little warmth against dark skin. He slid his toes through the grass, soaking his feet as he trudged through, abandoning shoes upon the steps of the lonely front porch. The little tree in the front yard trembled in the morning wind, and it sucked up the water poured from the old pail greedily as he tipped it. Sometimes he hated that tree. They planted it together that day. That stup