Skinny - 2I wake up to a startling noise. I whip my head to look around, to spot the source. No more than ten feet away, a deer has fallen to the ground. I stand up and sprint over to it.The deer appears to have some wound going through the side of its head. I lean over it. Slowly, the quick breathing slows, then ceases altogether. This poor creature. I mourn the loss of it.Footsteps are getting louder. They stop short, and a shout: “Oh my God!”They continue. I turn around as they arrive to me.“Are you okay, I was just out here…” they stop once I am looking at them.Others. I have found them. This one is rather short, wearing a thick green jacket. His features are angular, but not so sharp as to be unsettling to the eye. His mouth is wide with thin lips, and a thin nose, flaring out as he breathes heavily. Such nice copper hair frames his face, with a small patch just on his chin. The eyes, the strangest part by far. Ovals pointing off at either end, large enou
Skinny - 1Dark. It is so dark out here. The night is when I travel. Daylight is no good for travelling, you know. Too obvious.I do not know yet where to begin looking for father. He could be anywhere. I do know, however, that I need food. I have taken out the emergency fund, tucked away behind my belongings, and decided to travel back to town for the first time in a long time. Father would not approve of this. Maybe he will get so upset, he will return.I go without the sunglasses father always made me wear to go on trips. They look so silly, horn-rimmed and bright red. Maybe on another, they look nice. Not on me.Surely the reason behind the glasses is just as silly as the glasses, themselves. There are not really no others without eyes, but an ability to see. It cannot be so uncommon as father says.This night is my fourth out travelling. The closest town to the spot father and I live is many miles away. Father likes the privacy. I always yearned to meet others. The books father gave me are s
Skinny - prologueFather has not returned for many weeks.These woods, these dark, lovely woods, were all that belonged to me. If father did not return, they would be all there ever was. I had waited, just as he asked me to, right there, for his return. It was only supposed to be for a few hours. It wasn’t.After the supplies ran out, at four weeks, I decided to head out on my own. Where to, I had no idea. This is the story of that journey.
MentalityA trick of the mind is all it takesTo make you make some big mistakes.
5This power outagesucks majorly because ICan't write in the dark
3If Death comes tonightFor me, for you, for us allWhy try to stop it?
2Wings flap, desperateTry to escape this world, theyflail frantically
1The moon and the starsAre extremely lovely, butYou are much brighter
LyricalFirst comment for a little girlSlightly brightening her whole worldMade up of a single word"Lyrical"She thinks, who could have written thisA hulking male machovanistWho was really very touched by it"Lyrical"Perhaps another dainty ladyInspired to write once more, just maybeOnce she puts to sleep, her baby"Lyrical"Paging through her old thesaurusLooking past the words that bore usShe thinks, My words sound like a chorus"Lyrical"Finally, epiphanyScreams, book thrown, not filled with gleeTo find out what it real means"Lyrical"
Diwalifestival of lighta time for peace, hope and joydiwali magic©Phatpuppyart.com
if people didn't filter their emotions and justthrowing yourself onfloors doesn't fix anything,but it sure seems to.
available nowlove is like a bruiselurking just beneath your skinbegging to be born
Resurrectionmy resurrectioni see the world with new eyesnow it all begins©Phatpuppyart.com
Metaphorically SpeakingPeople are like books;full of stories and easilybroken at the spine.
friction.it takes more than justfucking someone on a coldnight to keep you warm.
4Legs, running towardsan uncertain future, bravenot knowing danger