sentimentalist_writes

Category: writing

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    Conversations We’ll Never Get

    My pen rolls across the table as my fist slams heavily upon its surface. I feel my skin grow hot, as my thoughts tear into a panicked frenzy. My vision begins to haze, as my breathing quickens. The booming of my heartbeat fills my ears – marching steadily into a piercing ring.  Sadness? I think…

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    That’s All He Wrote

    I will turn 26 this year, and what a terrifying thing that is.  I will turn 26 this year, and yet I have no idea if I am where I’m meant to be. Sure, I am not where I wish to be, but how can I know that if I don’t know where I should…

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    清明节

    Death; as lonely an endeavour as life. Grief; as ferocious and crippling, as time. None will bear that burden for you. Fewer, will bear that burden with you. Death; the sincerest cause for life. Grief; more everlasting and beautiful, than love. Once a dozen questions strong, now only one remains. One I am much too…

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    One More Dance?

    Oh yes, I like this.  No, I love this.  Air so thin, I can taste those familiar, desperate breaths.  Wiser this time; you cleared the sidelines.  Wiser this time; you locked the doors.  Wiser this time; you shoved them out.  But in your efforts to spare them my touch.  You effort yourself right into it. …

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    It Does Not Chase

    Scurry, little mouse, the skies are growing blind.  It spares no great attention, it feels no deep remorse.  Now, if it cries, it will only paint us red. Flee, tired sparrow, to the mountains you must go.  Hide within the caverns, cower between the crevices.  Its stability will not betray you, so long as you…

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    The Price Willingly Paid

    (E): You cannot live out there, alone.  No one survives, alone.  It is in our nature, to require reliance as we require nurturance, to grow.  How certain can you be, that you know the way on your own?  (L): I don’t know..  The only thing I do know, is that I may never learn to…

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    Waiting, But Always Here.

    The room is silent as sunlight floods through the open window. Unlike the last time, there was light in the room. Unlike last time, I am seated right before it. My body sat firm. I sensed a great peace preparing to engulf me.  Has the sun always felt this warm? A radiance as addicting as…

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    Sinking Where You Stand

    Bloody and bruised, Ryu stumbles up the steps to his house. Fumbling through the keys, he coughs a fit of blood onto his hands before stepping inside. Ryu looks around the quiet house and sees the kitchen light on. A sinking feeling shoots down Ryu’s spine, one that makes him wince in pain. Stumbling his…

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    Consoling The Empty

    Six hours and thirty minutes of your last forty eight hours had passed. Uncle, are you well? Does it hurt as these things do? It’s thirty minutes to midnight, still I feel more awake than I have yet been all my life.  Are you sad? Afraid and discontent, uncle?  Morning approaches, yet the eyes won’t…

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    Gravedigger

    “Having been born of grief, I think I have long since forgotten the appeal of a life that is empty.” the gravedigger mutters to the lady in white beside him. He plunges his shovel deep into the soil at his feet as he hoists it out of the growing hole he dug. “Or perhaps I…