February 2012
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Daniel.
I remember a dream I had once when I was a young girl in high school. It was strange and influenced by a song, Daniel, because I couldn’t sleep alone and the only company I could find was in the arms of late night radio. I was in a bar, old and familiar to me even though I had never really been there. The dark, clean wood floors and furniture left whispers in my subconscious of home. Not a...
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Rainbow Speckled Girl.
There she was, washed even paler in comparison to the stark black bedclothes she was curled up on, stripped of her painting clothes; a pair of worn, green cargo pants cut off mid-thigh and one of my ratty tee-shirts that had holes in the arm pits and shoulder. The dim light cast from the closet granted just enough visibility to make out the clean lines of pure, unpainted, snowy skin that had been...
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Marry the Night.
I get this feeling sometimes, call it a funk or whatever you want, but I get very depressed and antsy, like I don’t have any control over my life at all, and I start to go sort of crazy in my head. Of course, I keep all of this inside, I don’t tell my friends and family how I really feel and what’s actually going on in my head. Then I start to feel like no one really cares about...
January 2012
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I hate to get all preachy but I need to get this...
Before I go off on this rant I need to clarify a few things.
I am gay.
I was raised Southern Baptist and I do believe in God.
Obviously, I don’t agree with what the Bible/God says about homosexuality. I can’t, and never will be able to, wrap my mind around the fact that my God, who loves me so much and wants the very best in life for me, will condemn me for the love I have for...
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Life.
The current life I’m leading is driving me into the ground. I lost my job about a month ago (Jesus, time flies when you sleep all day) and I’m going crazy trying to find a new one. My laziness is not a helping factor in the search.
I’m been snooping around the internet looking for ads for writers hoping maybe I can find something to keep me occupied and perhaps have some...
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Let Me.
Will you let me drown?
Let me slip from it all and pretend that I don’t have to live anymore?
Could you just let me go?
Watch me fall and let me land, shatter and reform?
A devastating free fall sounds beautiful and refreshing.
It sounds like a plan I could follow through and not be afraid of.
Let me go.
Release my hand and just be there after it’s all through.
Is that too much to ask of you,...
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It's Your Skin Act Like It.
Be confident.
Don’t let others tell you how to look and feel.
You are your own body and mind, and you’ve got everything you need to be comfortable and secure on your own.
It’s okay to be scared.
Even the strongest people are afraid of something.
Clothes are nothing but fabric to cover our bits and pieces.
Wear whatever you want.
Don’t dress to impress anyone but...
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You Again.
What you do to me.
It’s strange, intoxicating, maddening.
I love every word and hang on every letter.
Can’t get enough of, what I perceive, is your love.
The attention you give me and the way we speak is that of lovers.
That notion, however, is nothing but pure fantasy.
We are nothing but good friends.
Nothing more, nothing less.
The things we have in common are to strengthen...
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Momma.
The room is littered with paper covered in chicken scratch.
Words torn from pages torn from notebooks.
Transcribed from the heart in quick panicked motions.
Write them down before you forget.
Don’t lose the words that are in your head because they won’t last long and if they don’t last how will you ever tell her how you feel.
A bleeding pen in a shaking hand belonging to a...
Without the Veil.
“She prayed that it would stay like this but she knew that it would never come about. These things would always be there to get in between them, that was an inevitability, but as long as she was here with Dean the world was set right.” WC-385
Dean/Unnamed OFC.
The street lamps of the Oklahoma freeway alternately cast their light on her face as the Impala passed underneath them. The...
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Taken by a Moment.
NEAL/PETER
“”See you in the morning, Caffery.” Peter said when he pulled away. Then he left as quickly as he had come.” WC-671
They were so close that Neal could feel the whispers of Peter’s breath on his lips and the end of his nose. They were staring at each other’s mouths; neither had said a word for quite some time. Peter leaned in ever so slightly and...
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Love.
This world is full of things to break us.
Things to hurt us.
Things to deceive us.
They lead us down dark paths.
Down dead end roads that lead us into dead end lives.
They throw us on the spires of dark deeds of a fallen world.
The place is full of darkness and evil.
Things and people that pull us down,
Tear at us,
Eat us up.
It slithers to us, slick and shady.
Quick tongue lapping at...
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Breakdown.
“Then the mask broke. It had slipped so fast that he didn’t have time to catch it.” WC-611
Set sometime in season two. Neal mourns Kate’s death.
Neal laughed. I wasn’t the laugh of someone that found something funny, but rather the laugh of someone that found something to be ironic, or a cosmic injustice. The laugh didn’t belong to Neal, or at least not the...
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Be Still and Stay This Way Forever.
It’s mighty cold in this beautiful moonlight,
So wrap your arms around me tight and we’ll just sway.
You can tell me about your day, we’ll hold hands, and with my hair you’ll play.
Just make me feel okay, feel okay.
In the darkness we can hide,
Under the covers close our eyes.
Map my body with fingertips, kiss my eyes, and touch my lips.
No one can love me the way...
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Before It's Too Late.
Drabble featuring Dean and an unnamed OFC. WC-422
The blood has long since been washed from her hands and the bloodied clothes stripped away and brunt. The words of the exorcism permanently etched into her memory and the young man’s last words are seared into her heart and will stay with her forever. Thank you, he said with his last breath and died in her arms, a feeling she won’t...
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Wanderlust.
There is something inside that echoes to me.
There is a voice that calls me from my foxhole and stirs me to fly.
It is constant lust to move and be free to a point that dreaming no longer suffices and I long to see what is out there beyond these porch rails.
It is the Wanderlust so vibrant and sharp that my feet move themselves with the longing to pound roads untraveled.
There is a hunger to...
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A Girl Without.
This is a story about God knows what, a girl without? I have no idea. I’m just a girl without a lot of things; a clue, a purpose, a thought in my pretty little head, talent, or drive? What the fuck am I missing? What in the hell is it that keeps me up at night, that nagging sense of awful impending doom? I shouldn’t sleep by myself. I can’t stand a cold bed alone. I can’t stand to be alone with my...
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Stay.
NEAL/PETER
“No one ever stayed. Not Alex, not his dad, not Kate.” WC-776
It’s too much pain to have to bear, to love a man you have to share.
Inspired by the Sugarland song Stay.
Neal was curled up on his side, back to Peter. He had been staring at the clock for fifteen minutes, watching it tick away from 12:45 to 1:00am. Peter was fast asleep, totally unaware of the way he...
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Nap Time.
NEAL/PETER
“”We finally have a Sunday off. It’s nap time.” Peter mumbled, gently pushing Caffery’s head down on his shoulder.” WC-691
It was a hot, lazy Sunday afternoon. The patio doors were open, a soft breeze was rolling through bringing the hum of the city in with it.. Peter had stripped off his shirt and now lay bare chested on the bed on the brink of...
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Face Me.
“I can’t see her face. I dream about her every time I close my eyes. I see her, and I chase her, but I can never see her face,” he drops his head, “I’m afraid I’m going to forget her altogether.” WC-1,704
I got this idea from the Florence + The Machine song Only If For A Night, specifically the line ‘I had a dream of my old school, and she was there...
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Cuddling.
“Her nose was cold too, and her chin was scratchy. Scratchy?” WC-437
Peter was slowly waking up in the early morning. The light from the newly rising sun bathed the room in a muted gray light, so far as he could tell from behind his eyelids.
He inhaled deeply and shifted around in the sheets. El’s arm was thrown over his hip, and when he moved so did she, snuggling closer,...