AerialRevenge

Wholehearted "Patricia, are the kids ready?" Steven called up through the stairwell. Stomps and a clanging ruckus were broken by a feminine shout, which Steven took as, "Yes, dear." A preoccupation with buttoning his trousers left no room for actually listening. His gut had grown steadily over the past ten years – since his marriage to Patricia. Because of this, Steven liked to blame his clinging girth on his wife's immaculate cooking. Of course, it was only truly immaculate on Sunday evenings. "She's a good Christian cook if I've ever known one, and I'm the lucky guy who roped her in," he would brag to his coworkers, slapping his flab

Memories .Smoke The room at the back of the house was dimly lit by thin sheets of sunlight leaking through shades and into yellow curtains. The glow made the white room seem more like a well-used coffee mug, as did the smoke stains of cigarettes past lining the ceiling and walls. This wasn't Guy's favorite room; not because of the stains, or even because it reminded him of his recently-deceased grandmother, but because he had no choice but to take it as his own. His grandfather couldn't stand the sight of it anymore, and they lived in a two-bedroom house. Opening his eyes from a failed attempt to nap, he ripped the pillow from atop his fa

The Meek shall inherit the earth They say Loud enough to spit. How fitting then, that very day Eek-eeking I did fit Through tiny hole, then creviced wall The chantry in my wake. Similar sounds, quite unprofound "Eyee," "Eww," "Ahh!" with leaps. Wandering Feet Pattering the ground Looking 'round Awake For life sustaining Lost -- remaining Mistakes from up above: The crumbs of my existence. Come night's respite 'Tis I alone The only soul cold enough To hear The wind howl through lofty belfry The yearnings of hollow church bells. The oblivious dark Enlightening For eyes can not behold The mournings of the world. I now

Life above and death below? Yes, I know, let's make that so! Make your choice, and don't be slow... Here's a life and here's free will. Will your choices pass the bill? Don't forget I'm watching still! All I wanted was one man To sit and watch him in my hand But he was lonely in my land I took a rib without much strife I shaped and molded him a wife And in the end I gave her life. I didn't know (although I should) That man's new wife most likely could do the thing I knew she would For if I hadn't made the snake I'd only have two lives to take But sure enough just one mistake to leave creation in my wake for all of you I now

She walks She walks by night She walked by day when it felt right And though she tried to brave the light She walks by night She dreams She dreams of soul And of a life she wants to know And though it doesn't make her whole She dreams of soul When walking leads to lonely's end I dare you, take the final bend I'm with you now, you need a friend I'll take your heart, you take my hand And when you know that it feels right We'll learn to love, and loathe the light And walk by night

I can tell you all I need is now Girl, but I can’t tell you all you need to hear, when you still fear What we might be I can see the way you smile When you say you don’t realize Word from the wise It’s no disguise Those sleepy eyes hide nothing ~ I can see the way you look at me Girl, and I can tell you I know what it means, just one more lean And we might see We can stay here at the park I hear it’s lovely after dark And we can walk And we can talk Not key and lock but heart and - soul ~ You can’t tell me all you need is me Girl, and I can’t tell you that makes me happy; it’s hard to s

               He stood on the doorstep, thinking, but not feeling. Feelings had abandoned him long ago. Well, that is if you exclude this day, and don’t count nervousness as a feeling. With all the times he had encountered doors before, it might seem logical that the sight of one wouldn’t arouse anything past distant and not-so-distant memories. Oh, it did arouse those memories, along with his current need to pace. In fact, at this very moment in his mind, he was walking through a door after class, with the knowledge that a young lady followed behind. It was part of him to stop and hold the door as she walked past with, if he were