Nonexistent Lovers wasted rosesNonexistent Lovers by ~FuzzyLogic716
for nonexistent lovers
lie heaped on the floor
next to pictures of
once close friends
and the radio blares
your songs
the shows you used
to watch together
now reruns on the television
the phone goes to message
and memories
of strange conversations
and stranger prank calls
are ruined by the prerecorded voice
and cold tone
and the silence of your voice
not knowing what to say
and you hang up
and don't call back.
Woods Stones kicked past the river, down the gully, with the trees, know stories. Stories of why me, and why did she have to die, and it's been so long since I've been happy. Those sort of stories. Small town stories about how Matthew Pearson, Jamie's son, died yesterday in a roll over and they think alcohol was involved. They can tell you that everyone drinks and no one's as happy as they look on the outside.Woods by ~FuzzyLogic716
The gully can tell about hiding spots, and laughter, and the best moss this side of the Mississippi River. Secret clubs, no girls allowed, hidden treasures and pirates. The shards of broken brown glass are just shiny toys, never mind the sha
The Girl who Loved Mack Lowery I loved that boy, and seeing his blood all over the front of our lockers killed me inside. We all just stood there and stared, and stared, and then she turned around and looked me straight in the eye before shooting herself. Her face was pointed right at me.The Girl who Loved Mack Lowery by ~FuzzyLogic716
She wasn't looking at me. No one did after she shot Mack Lowery. They all looked through me, like I was some sort of ghost. Some sort of invisible ghost, that didn't give a damn whether I lived or not. I never did, and Mack Lowery knew that. He was the only one.
Him and Alan. Alan was such a dork. They were best friends though, and what Mack Lowery wanted, he got, and he wanted Alan Lan
Cheerful 
where she submits my pictures for prints. Again, thank you! =3
