The Last Lover Monologue

However, tonight was slightly different there was a feeling of emptiness within me that only jasper could fill, but he was know where to be seen. As I walked towards the smooth grey eucalyptus that presided over the small dam on the far side, I peered into the broad hallow space at its base where I knew Jasper stayed. But there was no sign of jasper or even the slightest amount of evidence that he had been here. I felt my body shatter for what felt like the millionth time tonight as the tears started to fall down my cheeks, I didn’t know how much more I could take before I simply couldn’t handle this anymore. As I sat slumped along the water’s edge with my head on my knees, I felt betrayed and heartbroken. Jasper Jones was really gone, he had left me and gone to the city by himself, a plan that we were meant to do together. I was distressed, filled with anger and heartbreak. He had broken his promise. But the truth is what hurt me the most, I thought he loved me, I thought what we had was real, but I was wrong. Tonight was going to be the night I tell him everything, the night I was going to beg him to leave with me. Because I was in trouble. I couldn’t do this alone. I needed him more than ever but he wasn’t there. As these thoughts kept running through my head I begin to write it down. One way or another

I can’t be this person anymore. I can’t lead this life. It hurts too much. I’m tired of loving, I hate you and I’m tired of hating I love you.” She whispered softly with a calming voice, though filled with sadness. The melody seemed to just flow out of her like a mountain stream tumbling up and down over weather-worn rocks just the sound of her voice made the room feel colder. Gritting my teeth and forcing myself to stand it was my turn to look away and study the white walls. I shook my head bewildered. The devil wasn’t finished yet with wrecking my life. I opened my mouth to respond, hoping to repair the damage, but nothing came out. It felt like my vocal cords were paralyzed. Ingrid sat there thinking, the renewed silence between us surpassed the previous one in its length and weight. Then some force greater than the craving for a drink hit me. I could feel it pressing on me like the compounded gravity inside some inescapable black hole. I willed a breath into my lungs hoping that fresh air might relieve my sense of suffocation from trying to absorb everything Ingrid had just told me, struggling to put it into some sort of order and context. It seemed forever before I managed to exhale. Ingrid finally stood up; upset she stared at me with a blank, uncomprehending

Life after Death I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

"I want to be different" wimpled a young child, as his body sluggishly slump upon his bed. burring his red stain cheek deeply in the soft pillow beneath. Hiding the shame, he feels deep inside with every comment, every word, every look as he pass on by.

Walking life's path, steering clear of the thorns, with a knapsack of stones, I silently mourn Coming to a crossroads, questioning which path to choose. The decision is mine, but it's not always clear, many surrender, capitulating to fear. One path is less distant, strewn with nightshade and stones, Intoxicatingly deceiving, with it's abundance of red

Mike had known that. He had seen it with his own two eyes and experienced it first-hand. But despite his initial opposition to the idea of proceeding with the original plans of playing the event for obvious reasons, he had let Billie convince him that he was well enough to play the show.

I stood. watching. Listening. letting the warmth of the moment wash over. the joy filling my soul. she smiled, the air seemed to become lighter. the Sun, brighter. we Set. Hand in hand, heart with heart. alone, moments of joy turn into love. today I walk beside her, watching her. her hair entrancing me. each strand absorbing light, only to reflect it, create an unearthly glow. to me she is beauty. Sweeping me from the darkness. We walk. Each step creating dedication. Each step I wade farther in. Tomorrow I will awake. Her presence in mind. Today I travel with her. Where will we go? Who will we meet? Where are we? When did it go this far. I see him. She becomes darker, only now there is a glimmer. A flicker. Is that her? What has he done?

INTRODUCTION It was an effervescent lit night; the water glistened beneath the moon. The large oak was softly swaying as the wind seemed clout the branches, “Allie, be careful it’s getting gusty!” “It’s okay I can handle a little wind Cam…” Suddenly the branch gave and the little girl was

The blanket fell away from her bare hips, and she silently moved away from the twisted bed. He slept soundly on. She imagined him missing her when he woke. But she turned then, and the mirror over his dresser reminded her why her poisoned love was so flawed. He slept in a pool of golden ichor, and none would be surprised if she were to slice his veins to find a seraphic gore. She stood beside him and her skin was ice and her eyes, a copy if her mother's, were open. He was so much more beautiful than she could ever hope or imagine to be, no matter how dark the night she hid in. That would always be painfully clear.

Name: Sim Dane Raga Date: 9-17-15 Period: 2 Outline: The Teenager was Sad? Introduction Make something good Type Essay Here: The night was filled with heat and the sound of crackling flames and all he could do was feel everything he had worked hard for and loved crumble before him with three simple words: “I don’t know.” Memories flashed through his mind and pierced him like daggers, filling him with pain. He shook and was in total disbelief to the fact that he had just lost his world, his purpose in living. He felt like his whole future was gone like the people he had forgotten and ignored and pushed away in his overzealous and obsessive belief in what he thought was his life’s purpose or the years he had spent with her. The years he had spent for her. So overwhelmed with what had just happened, he fell to his knees and sorrow fell from his eyes.

“I think to myself in the wee hours of the night as I lay in my burning wrath of destruction someone loves you. As I run from the demons chasing me I fear being alone forever. Then I wake to a dark dungeon with shots of humiliation and laughter questioning

There are days in which I feel as though I never want to leave, and days in which I feel I am already gone. Today, I am gone. There is no polite way to be human, really, and so I’ve given up on the quest for unconditional optimism. There is no constant glow radiating from my pores, the kind that women are somehow supposed to conjure up as their contribution to the world. My freckled, goose bumped legs are planted intently on splintered wood. I have a view of the next rundown building on the next barren lot, paint chipped not with nostalgia but with force. I often look past it, to what may follow, but not today. Today I welcome the sunken view with poor posture and tired brow. Cigarette butts surround my coffee mug in a sort of pathetic way. In my cold fingers, a black ballpoint pen, I haven’t yet put it down to rest. My hands shake; they always shake, now. I’m staring at a blank page, not romantically blank, like that of a stilled Arizona morning or like the gray harbor before the sailors rise but like that of our mother’s stare or the empty space in between my breaths at night. The pages are always blank, now.

The Essay Recently I found myself without a reason to live anymore. I’m not sure when it all started, but four months ago in the room of a hotel, I found myself sitting in a desk, writing a suicidal letter. I didn’t really want to end my life, I simply

Choking back the hot burning tears her skinny legs splayed on the cool bathroom tile. Black streams coating her soft innocent cheeks, raking her bony fingers through the tangled knots in her black curled hair. Her pale skin scarred with the red marks from his hands, forever touching her once pure skin. Her thoughts bubbling up in bursts of fiery anger, words spewing from her sweet pink lips. Memories flooding her senses, flashbacks clouding her judgment. His words forever branded into her mind, his threats chaining her to the bathroom floor. Hidden, her internal suffering hidden from the world. His words, clothed her pain like a muzzle. Silencing her cries for help. Her malady hidden behind her long hair and quiet demeanor. His choice, her consequence.

Today was hot. The sun’s rays wanted to cook me alive. I just knew it. Muscle and blood felt like the ingredients in a hot stew called my body. Sweat rolled down my arm and joined the other beads of the salty liquid. Why was the sun blazing? What did I ever do to you sun? Is it because I haven’t been out in so long to see you? I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping the sun would relent its harsh heat after seeing me leaning against the steps in misery. As if feeling sorry for me, a heavenly wind came across me. Even the clouds pitied me as they moved in front of the sun. I savored it. That brief relief of heat wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed much more.