Loving-Lit

The scars you bear I wish I could Die for, only the best do I want For you, to be happy, the fault is Mine own which tore us apart Some days I was screaming inside Yet I found complete happiness With you, when you told me my Apology was not accepted, it was Like hearing news of an intimate Suicide, your hate filled mind Killed me inside, my thoughts Are a storm, raging memories Of every fight, every flaw fighting For attention, yet the savage longing To fall once more into you comforting Arms, but who would I be if I Allowed myself to go back?

The lights of the city dance all around me. In a blur behind me, they become quick visions, splattered into the rest of the night along with the faces of strangers and neon signs. In the crisp night air, every breath becomes a cloud. It's unexpectedly cold for March, but this is the city. I pull my bicycle to a stop along the curve and lean it against a lamp post. The bulb is flickering above me, illuminating me in some sort of an eery light. I sit down on the corner of the street and cross my legs, my elbows planted on my knees and my face in my hands. A few people pass and look at me oddly. What would somebody be doing sitting in the cold

The earth, she waits for many years Through the bloodshed and the tears She's seen the hate and poisoned things Listens as the death card sings Waiting for a certain day A lonely path where flowers lay Two paths will cross, eyes will lock Time stands still on true love's clock Hand in hand, they walk along They face their fears, love keeps them strong Finally, they stop and turn Tears so loud, they streak and burn A final kiss before they part Rose red lips, a broken heart The earth, she breathes an empty sigh And watches as they say goodbye

She sits there, behind the pane of glass, mocking me with her eyes. I can see her, through the words I write, even through these words, right now. Her long dark hair, her dusky skin, the brilliantly white teeth standing out from full, sensuous lips, and, finally, the deep wells of her eyes, endless depths concealed in the orange-brown iris. Her lips form the words, almost as if she mirrors my thoughts; save me. I know that if I heed her, if I give in to my instincts, the world will be a different place; mere people, those ghosts I see around me every day, would be transient, flat, two-dimensional, while she would solidify, grow, become…

The meadow whispers a hushed sigh Caressed by a gentle breeze dancing by Blades of grass shiver then rest Rise and fall like a dreamer's chest The hum of crickets singing their song A night of peace that won't last long There we lay, alone with our love Stars from heaven hang just above Your lips so soft, brushing my skin Its feathery touch makes my head spin I look into your eyes, deep as the sea You hold my gaze as you smile at me The beauty of our love made us appear to shine We'll always have each other, your hand in mine

3 Different Seconds by L. Vera Subject 1: An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens' interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach. 1/20/89 9:00 A.M. "How are you doing today, Martin?" Doctor Wurzbach's voice entered through the static. "Good," Martin replied. "If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability," Doctor Wurzbach said with his deep calm voice. "Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. Michael jumped on the stone wall on one side of the

You told me I was the only one You used to be my immortal, my tourniquet An imaginary anchor to hold on to While I'm being crushed by the weight of the world I am now haunted by your once gentle voice Missing is the love I once had for you But I shall not lose control like you did No longer your star, but your sweet sacrifice The lithium carries me farther away Until I breathe no more In my last breath I shall whisper softly That I was good enough for you While the doctors try to bring me to life You hold my hand, look at me with dry eyes And call me your snow white queen

The fire so radiant, it crackles and hisses As the old lady tells of a time that she misses "Listen, my dears," she says in a hush "I'll tell you of when there was never a rush For there once was a time when kings ruled the land When the minstrels played songs in their small merry bands When dragons and knights battled for love of the princess Singing sweet songs in her pink frilly dress By night the stars shone so bright in the sky No electric lights to help you get by As soon as the sun sank under the ground The very earth itself dare not make a sound 'Twas the time when stories of elders were told Legends and tales of the hero

My heart is broken, beaten and battered Shattered like the most delicate of glass roses It lies next to you in your bleak and desolate grave The solemn hole you fell into when you took your final breath Our life was sound, our love pure Then we watched our walls come crashing down As fate intervened in the form of reality We heard the death clock's chilling chime I'm left forlorn in this tragic world I try to live but all in vain It's not living without you All that's left are my memories, my illusions, my delusions The ominous blade, a reassuring friend in which I trust Glistening with the tears I cry for what could have been I

See her lying on the hospital bed Doctors rushing, knowing it's too late Holds her hand, says he loves her Flatline ringing in his head Tears fall, splashing on her lifeless body Harsh lights, cold, blinding Driving home, thinking of her Empty house, lonely silence Agony, heartwrenching pain The closet, hidden deep inside Searching, frantically searching Grab it, load it, walk to the nightstand Her smiling face, captured in photograph Closed eyes, don't think Next to his head, hands shaking Deep breath, in, out, in, out Look at her face one last time Smile, say they'll be together soon Pull the trigger, collapse, never to ri