23-7-14You were always fantasizing about the worst case scenario,23-7-14 by SabbathLiterature
And, from fearing that, you created it.
You will cry and say that your hands weren't strong enough,
That your mouth cannot find the right words,
But I'm the one who has to wash your scent from my sheets,
Scrub your fingerprints from my skin,
And erase that letter from my mind,
But I can't cut you out of my heart.
This feeling is like the chill left behind,
When a door has just been closed,
And the Winter still lingers on the doorstep,
An opportunity wasted, an orphaned dream.
I try to tell myself that we were like continents then,
Strong and solid, far-reaching and rugged,
But I forgot that there are earthquakes,
And failing that, we can drift apart in the ocean.
I entered a room glowing, encircled in candles,
And I took from its' holder the faintest one,
I taught it to glow brighter, but you held it so tightly,
That it burned out, and left me as this smoke.
I'm a spectre that haunts the corner of photos,
Where we've found ours
ShardsThere are pieces of you all over the floor,Shards by SabbathLiterature
Tiny red shards winking in the light,
I keep trying them up and put them together,
But they keep slipping through my fingers.
So I'll do my best to hold the pieces that you give me,
Learn not to try to fix them,
And love them even in their brokenness.
The Little PrinceOnce up a time there was a little prince,The Little Prince by SabbathLiterature
I found him so far from his home,
A tiny world not much bigger than a house,
Where rose-bushes grow and he pulls up the weeds,
And he would watch the sun set forty-four times,
In one day.
In that grey soil a unique bulb grew,
And sprouted a small green head,
She matured inside that nub,
And burst forth into flushing life,
A delicate woman's face on a stem.
He loved her from that very moment,
And placed a glass cover over her,
To shelter her from the wind,
But she scorned him,
Saying she did not fear tigers in the night.
The next morning he cleaned out his volcanoes,
And set his shoes in a neat line.
He did not intend to his tiny kingdom,
He said to her, "Good-bye!"
And again "Good-bye!"
She would not answer.
She finally turned to him,
"I have been foolish to you,
But so also you to me.
Leave the glass case and go,
I will stay here with the butterflies,
Please forget me."
And so he left his miniature domain.
But still sometimes I see him,
Man with a hatThere was a man with a mouse in his hat, and a bird on his shoulder. He was pretty tall and really kind. Well, he tried to be. Sometimes he would be overcome with anger. The mouse would squeek, and cower softly in fear, and the bird would fly away while the man just screams and fumes and stomps and stamps and throws things around.Man with a hat by OmnomnomSquirl
He had no idea what caused these rages and afterwards he'd always feel ashamed and really sorry. He apologizes to the mouse and the bird and the people around him. They would always forgive him. They were very understanding, because they knew there was nothing the man could really do about it. Things were going okay. This was the way it had always been. Nothing that awful really happened.
Until one day,after one of these fits, the man found out to have lost his hat, and with that, he had also lost his little mouse friend. Devastated he realized he must've thrown it away somewhere. He began looking, and asking around, getting more frantic as the hours passed,