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Can't believe I missed the notifications and therefore nearly missed Kaje's awesome story... Yes it is cool how you always come up with something so different each time. So thanks Riina... But for your update hun I'd have missed it and the link to Janes story which sounds great and I must check out.
@ Julia... Lovely poem too. Thank you. :)
Glad I could help, Macky! =DSo, well, here is my contribution :)
Late I know, it’s also rather a last minute piece, but I just wanted to do something with the picture :) ‘cause I really appreciate this opportunity to read and write with everyone, Thanks.
**** Never Say Never **** part one
Aiden sighed and closed the magazine he had just grabbed to read when he regisered the familiar sounds coming from his phone, indicating an incoming text message. He turned his head toward the bed where he spotted the small gadget on top of his drawer, which meant he had to get up to check it. Aiden growled in displeasure and lazily crawled towards the bed to retrieve his phone.
It was from Thomas, his best friend ever since he could remember.
changes of plan. Party at my house - 9:30. Family is out. Meet you in the basement!
r u drunk already? since when does your asshole brother let us enter his Gate to Hell? he wouldn’t let us party there over his dead body..
don't worry I've got it covered
yeah I don't know man. I kinda like to survive the night
I said I got it covered!
what's wrong with Mike's place? his parents changed their mind?
does it matter? just come!
And that was that.
Aiden sighed. There was no point in arguing with Thomas. He didn't know what had gotten into his best friend and why on earth they’d change plans. The party had been arranged for weeks now and there had never been a problem with Mike's place. His parents were like out of a movie or something, they even supplied food and stuff and let them hang out whenever.
Honestly though, Aiden didn't care about a new location or the reason behind; he just wanted to get drunk very seriously tonight. He needed to shut off his brain for one night and drown his mind and all its shit. Those painful memories and thoughts and feelings and, well everything. Of course he knew that drinking never had been the answer and all shit would just backfire at him as always and he’d deal with that later.
But the basement?
He shook his head in disbelief and shoved his phone into the back pocket of his shorts as he stood and began to pace through his room.
That was a bad idea. A really damned bad idea. Devon, his best friend's asshole brother would never allow a party in his band's basement, aka The Gate to Hell. And if it was without his knowledge, no way, that was simply asking for the worst trouble imaginable. Not to mention that he really wasn’t up for this kind of trouble.
Goddammnit!
Something can not be right here. Everyone knows Devon and they’re scared shitless because he gives off that what you'd call badass "I-don't-give-a-shit-if-you-fall-down-crack-your-head-and-die" kinda vibe whenever he looks at you. Nobody ever wanted to mess with the guy. He had never seen Devon use violence though, and Aiden believed strongly he wouldn’t hurt anyone, no matter what everyone else would say.
Nevertheless Aiden couldn’t imagine anyone agreeing to have a secret party in his basement. Damn, there wouldn’t even be enough space with all that band equipment around, which was another reason they weren’t allowed there. You just don’t mess with his band, The Killerbox. Or their stuff.
This wasn’t good.
This was doomed to backfire to everyone involved.
Aiden sighed heavily and kicked the closet door - he really did not need this crap right now. With another deep sigh he flopped onto his bed and closed his eyes. Hells, he really so did not need any of this crap right now. Devon. That
"..asshole."
He muttered barely audible.
Aiden wasn’t as concerned about messing with Devon’s basement as probably the other guys would be, or at least should be, he thought. About a year ago he probably would have been freaking out himself just a little at the mere thought of entering his stupid shit basement. Not because he was scared of Devon, he just didn’t want to cause trouble or upset Devon.
Today though this was all a different story altogether. A lot of things happened and changed over the past nine something months or so, and at this point he didn’t feel any threat by messing with his best friend’s asshole brother, not at all. He had come a long way and done far worse, and right fucking now he was simply so damned on the edge at even the slightest possibility of running into Devon. Anywhere and at any damned time. Not scared, afraid or worried, just damned on the edge.
There was more to him and Devon than meets the eye - and it ate him up inside.
Devon had been around ever since he can remember, for one because he was Thomas’ brother and second, he used to be a hell of fun to play with when they were younger. They never failed to spend weekends playing soccer or went skateboarding, swimming, rollerblading, camping - you name it. Until Devon started his Freshman year in High School, that had been when things had suddenly changed.
Aiden had been left to spend all his free time with Thomas and friends from school, who never really were that much fun. They hadn’t hung out with Devon ever since, and even though it had confused him sometimes, most of the time he hadn’t really put too much thought into why he and Thomas weren’t cool enough anymore to be seen with. At first.
They were only two years apart, but apparently that was enough to stop giving a damn and become another person altogether. It became obvious to everyone that all through High School Devon continued to change a lot, as if he had been trying to be someone he wasn’t. What had bothered Aiden the most was that Devon always had that annoyed and upset look on his face and almost never a trace of a smile. Aiden could tell whenever they’d passed each other in school, downtown at a shop or at Thomas’ house that for a very long time something hadn’t been right with Devon. The apparent sadness and anger in his deep brown eyes made Aiden want to fix it. Fix him. Ever so desperately he wanted to make things right for his friend and see him smile and laugh freely again. And not even once had he questioned that.
They hadn’t talked in forever but Aiden had always thought of Devon as his friend, even though it was obvious he really wasn’t. Aiden realized that he cared and worried a lot, and always wondered what had gotten into the guy who used to always laugh and smile as if he’d carried the sun on his shoulders. Before, there had always been something about him that had made Aiden smile in return and he had missed those times ever since the last laugh they’d shared one hot summer so long ago.
With closed eyes even today he could see the bright sunlight that had surrounded Devon’s happy face, the way his lips had curled into the brightest and warmest smile and how his deep brown eyes had shone and sparkled and looked like the softest little things he had ever seen. Even now that image made him wince at the memory of the heartache it had caused Aiden throughout those months and years that followed.
Aiden had always immediately taken note of all his changes and could do nothing but watch. And it’d hurt. Desperately he had tried to force all thoughts of longing away but they never would disappear, and it made Aiden wonder what he really wanted. Have his friend back? Yes. Make Devon smile? Yes. Make him happy? Yes. And Yes. Have Devon like him again? Yes, he had wanted that so desperately.
There must have been a god or something because his prayers had been heard when things had unbelievably changed over a winter not so long ago and Aiden had finally been able to make Devon smile again. And happy, and his friend. And when everything had been so damned wonderful that Aiden couldn’t believe he wasn’t actually dreaming the whole thing, he had already stumbled and fallen right into something that was meant to bring disaster with it.
Aiden loved it. Every damned second of it. A lot.
When a cold and shivering Devon had shown up one very chilly November morning on his doorstep with half a smile on his frozen lips and had literally kidnapped him, it had been the most frightening beginning of the sweetest time of his life.
Without any explanation Devon had told him to be back outside, fully dressed - warm and appropriate because there had already been so much snow surrounding them like they were in the middle of somewhere in Canada - and ready to go with him in ten minutes. Aiden didn’t even blink as he’d disappeared inside just to be back in less than ten, and just as warm and cuddly dressed as Devon had ordered. And he’d been so ready to go wherever Devon would have taken him.
Turned out there must have been many gods answering his prayers and more because Devon hadn’t been all that upset and reserved anymore and whatever had brought that on, Aiden had never had the heart to question it. He had let the older boy drag him through the cold snow downtown of a nearby city, and they’d talked and laughed and had hot chocolate at some cafe he’d never caught the name of.
“They made me go out with Mary-Beth.”
Devon had suddenly blurted and the sound of his voice, somewhat desperate and shaky, would still make Aiden wince and frown today as it did that afternoon in the cafe.
“They told me to kiss her in front of everyone.”
He knew Mary-Beth used to be in his band and Aiden had never asked who “they” were, because it didn’t matter. There hadn’t also been anything constructive he could have said because Aiden knew what he was getting at and it didn’t matter to him what had happened between Mary-Beth and Devon, or who else had been involved with him. Aiden had always only wanted to be there for him and to be the kind of friends they used to be.
So all he did was place his hand on Devon’s, gave it a slight squeeze and offered him a shy smile as he’d asked, “Do you want to be friends again, Dev?”
It had took all his strength to form the question that had lingered in the back of his head for years, but he was so damn relieved when he had finally managed to address his wish to be closer again. And when Devon had nodded and smiled back at him ever so weakly, he’d thought he’d cry from happiness. The dim darkness around Devon’s eyes slowly began to dissolve as the day went on but had still been visible even in the soft afternoon sun that shone threw a wide window to their sides.
After that blissful November day he and Devon had spent many countless hours and days together and after their sweetest and most wonderful first kiss they had been sort of seeing each other for quite some months, all in secret of course. There hadn’t been any declaration of love but Aiden had felt that they both knew they would be heading there eventually.
Devon had continued to carry that darkness around his eyes for quite some time as they were sort of dating, and he never failed to give everyone else besides Aiden that somewhat intimidating look. His sadness though began to fade with every time they’d seen each other until it completely went away and had been replaced with nothing but happiness. Devon still gave everyone else the creeps though and it amused Aiden to a whole new level. It was an incredibly wonderful feeling to know you mean something to someone when nothing else seemed to matter to that person. Damn. It had been a good good time, really good time. Great and amazingly fucking wonderful actually.
Six frigging months and twenty one and a half days to be precise. Not that he was keeping count he wasn't.
Until, Aiden winced at the memory, that asshole Devon decided to chicken the fuck out and go all cliche on him. How could Devon have stood him up one day and send him a fucking lame, “This doesn’t work Aid. We can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.” text message.
**** Never Say Never **** part twoExactly one month and fourteen days, or six weeks and two days, since then had passed, and every hour, every minute, every second of which totally sucked. And hurt. Only the pain in his chest was a million times worse than anything he had ever felt before.
Aiden sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. Damn, how he wanted to kick that guy’s stupid ass. His stupid, hot ass. Or bitch slap his pretty face. No, no he could never hurt Devon, even if he wanted too, which he didn’t. And despite that he really wanted to hate him, he couldn’t. This really wasn’t fair. Aiden couldn’t even convince his brain that Devon was an asshole and that he has all rights to hate him. Or at least be upset enough to wish him the plaque, or worse.
It shouldn’t have hit Aiden as such a surprise though, he’d told himself over and over. Them being together, in secret and all that - it had been doomed from the start. There was no way in hell he could have been caught and definitely not admitting to dating his best friend's asshole brother. Somehow it just felt wrong, and not to mention all the shit he’d get from probably everyone for the fact alone that he was actually into guys, which continued to surprise himself every time he’d think about it.
And what would happen when people would find out that it was Devon, bad ass “I’m-gonna-glare-at-you-until-your-heart-stops” Devon?
Honestly, he had no idea what he could expect… it wasn’t going to be pretty though, he was sure.
It was true, he had to admit, there had never been a way in heaven Devon would have been ready to give them a proper chance, not open and out and for the world to see. And he wasn’t all so sure he would have been ready himself. There would always be secrets, he knew, and maybe just maybe they were better off this way.
Fucking secrets.
If it only wouldn’t hurt so much.
Aiden groaned loudly and moved in discomfort. He knew he had to get up somehow, forget about Devon and get on with his life. Fuck. If only it hadn’t been so blissfully wonderful to be with that guy. Devon had been good for him and good to him, and Aiden knew he would always have the same effects on him in equal return. They just weren’t meant to be apart. Period. If only it was actually possible for them to be together.
Crawling out of bed, moody and annoyed and so not radiating a party vibe, he glanced a the time on a small soccer ball shaped clock beside his bed and headed for the door. It was now past eight forty something and he better get downstairs to grab something to eat before heading out. Aiden winced in annoyance as the loud noises coming from the kitchen hit his ears as he opened the door just to shortly after slam it shut.
When Aiden stood on the doorstep of his friend’s house it was dark and quiet and looked pretty damn empty. He shivered a little at the mere thought of walking straight into Devon, although that should’ve been pretty impossible. Devon simply had to be in another state if they were doing this, Aiden thought. So with all his willpower he fought down the anger and upset and longing he felt at the idea of seeing Devon again, and instead of letting play out all scenarios and things he’d say to him if that wasn’t the case and he’d be home, Aiden pulled out the key to his friend’s house which he had owned since the first year of High School and settled to open the door.
As expected the inside of the house was just as dark and empty as it had looked from the outside, and somehow he wasn’t surprised when at the same time he was. For odd reasons Aiden shivered and stopped in his tracks when he thought he’d heard something. After a quick look over his shoulder, just to make sure there wasn’t anyone in the dark waiting to attack him, Aiden let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Man up Aiden! He shook his head and made his way towards the stairs. Of course he could have heard something since Thomas should be home! Aiden suddenly felt quite stupid for his unexpected jitters. But why would Thomas leave all the lights out? It didn’t sit quite right with him.
With each step he took down the stairs towards the basement Aiden lost his nerves before even reaching the door which, he could see in the dim light, was shut close.
“Thomas?”
Aiden called out into the darkness with a slightly wavering voice. There is no need to be freaking out, he told himself but it wouldn’t stop his heart from pounding so hard in his chest that it freaked him out even more.
When he reached the door he knocked once, twice - no answer. Aiden swallowed hard and slowly reached for the handle to open it. He could see that there was no light inside when he carefully pushed it further until the hard wooden frame hit against something, someone?
With another thud he could made out a tall shadow appear right before him, and he panicked. Without another glimpse at the thing Aiden turned on his heels and ran.
Well, he tried to run but he tripped over his own damn foot and then someone grabbed him from behind. He couldn’t get away, not even from the door and Aiden let out a weak scream as he lost the last bit of his cool. It wasn’t long before two strong hands pushed him with his back against the wall of the narrow hallway. Aiden felt himself shiver and he told himself that there was no reason to be freaking out in his friend’s house, not even the basement was meant to be that frightening.
He struggled to open his eyes, but once he wasn’t being tossed around any longer and those strong hands found his shoulders in the dark he finally dared to blink. Aiden then saw that it wasn’t all that dark anymore and the pair of deep brown eyes staring right at him belonged to the person he had feared the most tonight, Devon.
“What the hell Dev?”
Aiden almost shouted loud enough for his own ears to ring, but Devon didn’t even flinch. Iced cold panic hit him when Devon simply continued to stare as if waiting for an answer to a question he hadn’t heard him ask.
“You scared the living shit out of me!”
Just one look at Devon confirmed that Aiden didn’t need to kick him or wish him the plaque because he looked it already. His deep brown eyes were back to that almost lifeless black and there wasn’t even a hint of a smile. Aiden could hardly bear to keep eye contact, not with this pain written on his friend’s face. He ached to touch his cheek and reassure Devon that everything will be good, only that he knew it wouldn’t.
“And why are you even here? Where is Thomas?”
He knew he sounded angry; Devon just shrugged. “At Mike’s? The party, you know.”
“Wait. You tricked me into coming here didn’t you?”
It all made sense now, there had never been any plans to change locations; there would never be a party in Devon’s basement. Not that Aiden could have still thought there would be a party after running into Devon in the darkness. When Devon didn’t respond Aiden felt his pulse pick up and he was sure his face was going to flush a deep red with all that annoyance building up.
“How’d you make Thomas text me? He would have never agreed to this stupid idea!”
Aiden remembered that it had been Thomas’ number the texts came from, of course they were or else he would have never come here, and Devon knew that.
Suddenly Devon looked as if he had to fight a smirk away and he shrugged again.
“Didn’t have to make him.” He reached into his pocked and pulled out his brother’s mobile. “All I needed was this.” Devon said matter-of-factly.
Aiden felt realization hit him; the waves of adrenaline from the shock began to subside and the panic rather quickly vanished. Nevertheless he could feel his knees wobble slightly, and out of fear to loose his footing Aiden reached out and held onto the guy who had just nearly send him to his grave. Dammit. Not on purpose though he guessed. Aiden sighed. He couldn’t seriously be that angry at him. Although he knew there were a whole lot of other reasons he should be angry at Devon for.
Aiden tried to remember those things and the heartache when that desperate look in Devon’s brown eyes sent a shiver down his spine, a shiver so hard and painful that it was about to force him onto the ground all over again. Damn you, Dev. Don’t do this to me.
Devon must have seen Aiden’s distress and longing because he sighed in something like relief as he let his shoulders slump a little and moved closer, his arms trapping Aiden between his body and the wall now.
“Hey,” Devon whispered almost casually and his lips quirked up a little on one side. “Hush now and kiss me already.”
Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise and then with shock when Devon leaned in, and he froze. The older boy’s lips touched his ever so gently and Aiden wanted to protest, needed to protest, because he could not let Devon just kiss him, not after he had dumped him and flushed him down the drain like overcooked ramen. But he lost the quick battle with his brain before it shut down completely and he let Devon kiss him. Aiden sighed into their lip lock as he returned that kiss he had been aching for so desperately over the past weeks. It was a soft and sweet kiss, warm and wanting lips and just a little tongue, and nothing like Devon only that it was everything like Devon. It made his heart race, his head spin and his pulse do jumps and back flips, if that were even possible.
“Dev, stop that..” Aiden breathed when he carefully removed his lips from Devon’s. His voice cracked a little and was barely audible but the pain on Devon’s face made it clear he got the message.
“You can’t expect me to …” He tried with a little more effort to stabilize the sounds coming out but couldn’t bring it over his heart to finish the sentence. Not with Devon looking at him like that and not with that tight ache in his chest and throat. How could he deny him something he so desperately wanted himself?
“Aid, I know.. and I’m sorry, but -”
“No but, goddammit. You are sorry. OK. Period.” Aiden sighed, but tried to give him a weak smile. Devon seemed to understand that it wasn’t that easy to just pick up where they’d left off, with everything that hung between them. Lots of things had been left unsaid and too much hurt and anger still lingered in the air. It surprised Aiden a little but he was relieved to see his friend wasn’t that much an asshole who thought he’d had all the rights to dump him when it got too much and expect him to be OK again whenever he decided so.
“You do understand that you hurt me right?”
No matter how much the break up had hurt him, Aiden just couldn’t bear adding any more pain to Devon’s heartbreaking expression. Even though he told himself it would be what he deserved. No, he just couldn’t even bring himself to believe that. Maybe, maybe they could work it out after all?
“Of course I do. I hurt myself with it as well.” Devon agreed weakly. The regret clearly showed on his face and the sadness apparent in his deep eyes. “More than you probably can imagine Aid.”
“Good.”
Aiden sighed but held Devon’s gaze until he raised an eyebrow and then dropped his head to stare onto the floor.
“Yeah, I deserve that.”
“Yeah,” Aiden whispered but couldn’t bring himself to add anything else.
They were quiet for a long moment and Aiden felt his strength to follow through with this slowly crumble. Standing so close to Devon felt too mindbogglingly good but knowing they couldn’t just go back in time like nothing had happened was breaking his heart all over again.
“Guess I don’t deserve a second chance, do I?”
**** Never Say Never **** part three“I don’t know Dev. I mean, I want to and you always deserve a chance to be happy… I just don’t know if it’s me who can really make you happy.”
If they wouldn’t change a lot of things they’d just end up here again when their relationship felt too complicated or dangerous, which both it was. Aiden was pretty damn positive that he wouldn’t survive that entire scenario more than once.
“You are good for me Aid, you are the only one who can make me happy. Can’t you see?”
Devon reached for Aiden’s cheek and let his fingers brush over his skin as if to reassure Aiden that he really meant his words, that he really cared about him. Aiden knew, and had never questioned it once.
“I know Dev, and you are good for me. And you always made me happy as well. What I am trying to say is that even if we think we need each other right now, we can’t be sure that it will work out, especially not if we don’t change certain things. We can’t live in secret, not like this, and you know it Dev.”
“You’re right.” Devon nodded. “We really can’t do this anymore.” The terrified look he gave Aiden made his gut clench, and he thought his heart might stop and never beat again.
Was he dumping him again? No wait, a kiss didn’t mean they were back together. So, was he just confirming his break up in person? Wow. That hurt. Really hurt, and somehow he finally appreciated the in-personal break up over a text message he had once though of so weak. This was much more horrible in person. Aiden swallowed the thick lump in his throat but couldn’t bring himself to say a word or move or blink as his world began to spin and realization settled in; this was truly the end of everything great they had.
Fuck - it hurt like a bitch.
But who was he kidding? Aiden knew that they had no real chance and wasn’t that what he had wanted? To finally tell Devon to piss the fuck off and take his heart with him? Only that he wasn’t even making a peep and knew that he wouldn’t be able to dare say such things, no matter the pain.
After a long moment of silence Devon’s lips formed a shy smile and for the first time Aiden really wanted to reach out and punch him. Hard.
But then he spoke and Aiden would have hated himself if he’d had laid a finger on him.
“Since we can’t continue to live like that any longer, will you give me a last chance to do this right Aiden? To, I don’t know, make this relationship right? As in making it official and out and proud for the whole damn world to see? I promise you with my life Aiden, that I will do whatever I can to never fail you again.”
He could have just asked him to get married for all Aiden knew. It sure as hell sounded like it and there was no questioning that he’d shouted a loud yes and jumped right into Devon’s arms. Which he so did and hopefully would never have to regret. They would make it work, he promised himself as much as they’d promised it to each other.
Aiden at least was willing to give it a try, because one look at Devon’s face convinced him that the pain they seemed to have caused each other just had to be worth it. The only way to make sure it would’ve been worth was if he and Dev could make it work.
In the end, there was basically no other option than try.
Because being apart never truly felt as an option.
**** THE END.****
Ok, that was sappy =D
I know *sigh*.
I probably have created a bit of a crap soup with my past past tenses here.. I wasn’t sure how many “had”’s were enough LOL. Hope it isn’t too wrong or acutally confusing … in the end it sounded quite right to my ears :/
Aww Riina that was great... I also wanted to bitch slap Dev a few times Lol, but he saw the light so I'm so glad that Aiden is going to give them another try, there was definitely no other option for these two...Stop second guessing yourself... It wasn't sappy, your writing style is wonderful and It sounded right to your ears and it looked right to my eyes. Loved it! <3 :)) Thanks Riina,
Riina wrote: "So, well, here is my contribution :) Late I know, it’s also rather a last minute piece, but I just wanted to do something with the picture :) ‘cause I really apprecia..."
Aww. Just Awwww. I love second chances. Thank you.
And thanks to the folks who read my story. I'm glad you liked it. I love getting to play with ideas here, and I'm glad they don't seem repetitive to you.
Thank you Macky <3 <3 I'm happy it looked right to your eyes, lol! =D
Mhm, I think Dev should have gotten at least one slap .. I missed my chance!
Thank you too Kaje! :)
In my opinion everyone deserves a second chance, even the biggest idiot, especially in love. I think we all make mistakes and can do better to fix it - unless it that mistake involves someone dead of course! But besides, I thin I would forgive almost everything if I thought it was worth it..
I got my second chance and that was twenty nine years ago.
Michael wrote: "I got my second chance and that was twenty nine years ago."<3
I love hearing that.
Most times it is dark, sometimes a soft glow shines in through the cracks, and if it does I can begin
to count, I think we're twelve in here
It's not a crate, it's a container, and my fear
became reality, But I sit still.
The walls are hard, the floor is metal, cold
They all crawl close to me, my arms now hold
us all as good as I can, some warmth like this
One of them cries, that he'll so miss
his mum. I kiss him softly on his head.
I know we're stuck, I also know I'll fight
Every day, every day till this darkness turns to light.
Darren wrote: "Most times it is dark, sometimes a soft glow shines in through the cracks, and if it does I can begin
to count, I think we're twelve in here
It's not a crate, it's a container, and my fear
became ..."
This is so haunting, Darren. I can't even imagine how desolate that feeling must be. So glad you found the light. Thank you for sharing this. It carries a very important message.
Mel wrote: "Darren wrote: This is so haunting, Darren. I can't even imagine how desolate that feeling must be. So glad you found the light. Thank you for sharing this. It carries a very important message. Thanks Mel, been doubting forever if I would write it down, but it's reality, it happens, so perhaps it's time to sometimes be open about what happened. To me, to soooo many other girls AND boys in equal numbers.
Darren wrote: "Most times it is dark, sometimes a soft glow shines in through the cracks, and if it does I can begin
to count, I think we're twelve in here
It's not a crate, it's a container, and my fear
became ..."
<3 wow. Thanks for letting that out into the light.
Darren wrote: "Most times it is dark, sometimes a soft glow shines in through the cracks, and if it does I can begin
to count, I think we're twelve in here
It's not a crate, it's a container, and my fear
became ..."
Thank you for sharing! This is such a hard reality and I am so glad that you are here <3 (((Darren)))
Sara wrote: "Thank you for sharing! This is such a hard reality and I am so glad that you are here <3 (((Darren))) "Thank you (((Sara))) <3
Darren wrote: "Most times it is dark, sometimes a soft glow shines in through the cracks, and if it does I can begin
to count, I think we're twelve in here
It's not a crate, it's a container, and my fear
became ..."
Man that was tough. Sometimes your poems are so brutally honest I'm amazed at how strong you are for putting emotions like that to words. Thanks for sharing Darren! <3
Thanks Jason, this was a hard one to write <3
I am stunned how the hell you can come up with something so cool every time! just wow. inspiring!
Congrats @Jane!
I'll make sure to read it ASAP.
Ah, I'm running behind schedule with reading and writing....