Some StrangerI’ve always wanted to talk to a stranger with patient eyes about my life.Some Stranger by ~UkeBug
I’d tell them about how my best friend was Shawn Quinn, in elementary school.
I’d talk about the first time my mother let me walk home by myself.
But then I received roller blades. And it wasn’t so bad.
I’d talk about the trauma in my childhood.
The neighbors, who had disgusting fingers that touched me
I’d probably talk too much about it.
I’d tell them about how much I loved ugly sweaters
My parents never approved
I’d remember the family Christmas parties
And how much I adored them.
I’d grimace when I talked about how I engorged myself on toffee and water chestnuts
I can’t eat either anymore.
And I’d probably give a large amount of time talking about Heather
The first woman I fell in love with.
How it began beautifully
And I stayed up nights aching in my soul for her
It didn’t end well
And I was proud of myself for moving on
Question the BeautifulSpace is frighteningQuestion the Beautiful by ~UkeBug
Because there are no roads
In the same sense, "God-Fearing"
Is a positive phrase
And the concept of infinity
Question the beautiful
But eternally accept it
Death and the Reaper The moment I realized I was dead, it was as though a brass bell had just been struck. At the toll of a solemn bell, I understood the disassociation that plagued me. My entire "day" and the people in it were nothing more than my subconscious filling in the blanks when I refused to believe in my own demise.Death and the Reaper by ~UkeBug
I felt the eyes. I turned around. And Death had appeared before me. The taker of lives and the thief of souls.
And, as in life, Death followed me; never speeding up, never dashing upon me, but forever behind me.
So I ran.
I allowed my hallucinations to consume me and I took the next car that caught my eye. I ended up in a bar. I entered the establishment, and was followed by Death. Fear drove me to the nearest door; which happened to be the Men's Room. There were no windows in the graffiti-speckled bathroom. Death entered.
I closed my eyes and waited for pain. I opened them to feel a kind
Emm (Part 35) Emm was ready, with open mouth, to fervently scold Phillip for even letting that man in the building without letting her know, but realized it wouldn’t do much good now. He was a good kid and, to be honest, she was much more concerned about what was on that video tape. Breathing in deeply, she crossed her arms and nodded towards Phillip. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Beck just told me that you wouldn’t believe him in person. And I thought it was important cop business, I didn’t know he was the one doing it,” he looked down, embarrassed and face flushed with shame.Emm (Part 35) by ~UkeBug
Given the anxiousness she was bouncing around in her legs, she leaked as much forgiveness as she could into her voice, “It’s fine Phillip, just play the tape.”
“Really?” his eyes widened and he blathered, “BecauseI’veBeenFeelingSoBadForWeeksAboutThisAndIThoughtY