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Paradoxes in her bonesand she always dismisses herselfand leaves her pupils dilatedlighthouses and forget-me-nots tangled in her chestbut her thoughts shiver more than her dreams.he calls her beautifulas she longs to stick his eyes out with stonesand grasp his aching heart between her handsbut they both know he's already broken.how can they stop when they've never startedshe wishes she could send them reelingwith stalwart syllables and poignant sighseven though she's never made a sound.the storms outside are bitterno sweet rain after dusk to wet her lipsthe winds inside her are quiet, and seethingwith all the words she's never saidand all the promises she's ever broken.
Feelings with no namesi.The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message yet, let alone formulated time to write a reply, but you still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by and rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.ii.The noise of a faraway car driving late at night, or perhaps early in the morning, in that sleepy place somewhere between consciousness and dreaming where everything is warm and vaguely fuzzy. The remote sound of tires on asphalt speaks to a sense of curiosity – where are they going? Why so early? – but the blankets are so heavy, your eyes are so heavy, and before you can wonder anymore, the car is long gone and you are long gone, carving out a hollow place to rest in just a few hours more.iii.A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that y
Still-life.The best of my paintings:the hum ofa sad piano,a morning cigarette,and a graveside angel;all I ever wanted.
.time will only heal yourwounds on the conditionyou'll let him prise themopen again, upon return
Request: The Nightlight IncidentDrew muttered to herself as she marched from cabin to cabin. She blamed Piper for this. Well, she blamed Piper for everything, but this especially. Chiron had announced that an Aphrodite camper had to do inspection that week and dear Miss McLean had decided to take a vote as to who would be saddled with inspection duty. Drew was elected. So she scowled at campers who failed to get their cabins in order in time, scribbled on her clipboard, gave the Athena cabin two out of five purely because Annabeth was dating Percy, and steered clear of Nico’s cabin altogether. He was at Camp Jupiter anyway. When she got to Cabin Three, she knocked on the door—as was protocol— and barged in without waiting for an answer—as was her personal protocol. She had things to do anyway and this would only take a minute. Surprisingly, Percy’s cabin was almost immaculate. Chiron had said it would take Percy some time to get used to things being so normal, so it
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadwhat's the sense in romantic songs?Love is good, they say...Did I learn it all wrong?Heart is an attention whore,love is a vanity game,romantic stories are just lies -Now cover your face, and hide the shame.Forget the trifles and common sense,remember this one thing:No one cares about your feelings,love is rotten and it stinks.
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze."Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
All Around MeHe sees her by the amber light, looking as fragile as a porcelain doll, so fragile she may break. Her skin is feverish and her lips are shut tight; her eyelids flutter delicately every now and then: their only defense against the nightmares.It was a brave act: Piper had sacrificed herself to let Percy and Annabeth out of Tartarus, rushing in and, just before the doors were completely sealed, urging them on. The last Jason had seen of her was a scared yet determined expression claiming her features in what she believed was her final farewell.But they had gotten her out. And now she is... what? In a coma? Deep slumber? A week had passed already and-Piper shudders. Jason looks around the room as if the cure for her was in it.He shakes his head, shakes off the negative thoughts. He takes her hand and brushes his thumb across her knuckles, her fingertips. Jason kisses Piper's hand softly and lowers his forehead to it.There is nothing more to do than wait.She can feel him around her, t
Can't Beat the ClassicsThe sun was high in the sky, breaking through the full leaved trees on the edge of the woods, creating shade and a place to escape the heat at. Somewhere off, a little ways in the distance, the Long Island Sound was crashing against the beach shoreline. She could hear it, almost like an echo of someone calling her name, someone she knew well.Annabeth breathed in the sweet scent of baking strawberries and sighed. There was no better place to spend summer at than Camp Half-Blood. She and Percy were lying in the grass, having just finished instructing a sword fighting lesson for a group of younger campers. They had demonstrated a typical parry-strike-thrust-dodge battle that Annabeth had walked away victorious from, much to the amusement of the kids. "But you're Percy Jackson!" They had exclaimed to Percy. "You're supposed to be the best!" And Percy had given a little shrug of his shoulder and said, "Never underestimate the power of your girlfriend--or, uh, boyfriend."
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
Every Fourth WordThe first few years he’d known her, he hated when it happened. Annabeth was obsessed with architecture, which was fine; everyone needed something to obsess over, right? But she had a habit of rambling about it endlessly, and Percy didn’t know anything about structural supports or art deco or facades. At all. So for a while, when they were just friends, he would politely listen even though he only understood every fourth word. Annabeth would eventually get the hint when Percy’s eyes glazed over and she’d change the subject with a sigh. Still, though, he tried. Now that they were dating, he didn’t mind as much. Annabeth was so excited about her plans for Olympus. She’d gush for hours over her latest ideas, her silver eyes practically glowing in excitement. She became uncharacteristically animated, waving her arms in enthusiasm as if trying to physically paint the scene for Percy, a grin always stretched across her beautiful
Sad Beautiful Tragic"Oh, this is just so heartbreaking," Aphrodite wailed as she dabbed her wet eyes with a handkerchief. Although she still radiated beauty, you could tell she was in bad shape. Her usual, sleek hair was thrown up into a messy bun and black make-up streaked her cheeks. She turned on her heel and flung her arms around Ares, who roughly patted her back."It's not that bad," he muttered into her shoulder. Hearing this, Aphrodite let out another sob and her body shuttered. Poseidon shot the war god a look of pure hatred and for a moment, Ares regretted his words. Hermes had just delivered the news of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase's unfortunate fall into Tartarus, and most of the gods weren't taking it too well, especially Aphrodite.Pulling herself away from Ares' heat, she sniffled several times before collecting herself and making her way to the center of the Olympus throne room. She took a deep, hoarse breath before stating, "I know we all mourn for our favorite couple's...downfa