#original :)

[papercorvids]

[organic-thoughts]

need not depend on others, honey for disappointment runs in funny lines

instead, just be your own best friend take trips and write in counts of ten

for you are the only thing guaranteed life or death, your friendship lies in immortality

i write to see the colors in my room to see one other than the one that’s holding you

[organic-thoughts]

him and i, we used to sit upon the barricades smoke weed, drink whiskey and wine

through the smoke, he’d see the empty face of a girl with too much to say

he told me he had nothing to lose but he knew i wanted to

he snapped pictures of me and stored them in his mind

for he saw a break in the dark one that could lead him to a better fate

him and i, we used to run the ruins sprinting past old romances and smiles galore

but with every nostalgic telling, he kept notice and without a hint, he left me blind

him and i, we separated in a haste for he ran the story of a girl like me

who’s sins deserved a scarlet letter who deserved to bathe in red

and kudos to him, for he knew a mistake once he laid eyes upon her

i swore i’d always remain sober and to blink was perilous

to remain calm in the face of danger and that trust was a risk in itself

an innocent, only fifteen he let her bleed

[organic-thoughts]

desperate to erase the colors around me you’ll praise their whining despairs

it seems like everyone around me only care when it’s their turn to grieve

the doors, they’re just creaking in harmony around my room waiting for me to react

daylight, in my mind, seems to be an outcast but the light breaks at the smell of liberation

[dragoninatrenchcoat]

“Do you mind if I use some of your heat?” Noras asked.

“What?” James repeated. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“It’s alright, I won’t take too much. Come on.”

There wasn’t anywhere to come on to- there was nothing but a door next to them, a door which was probably locked if the people inside knew what was good for them. But Noras put one hand on the stone wall just next to the stairwell, and it fell apart.

A seeping, stabbing chill spread up James’ arm.

Before he could protest, Noras pulled him into the little notch he’d created, and closed the wall behind them.

It was pitch dark but for a square of light he’d left intact, and it was barely big enough for the two of them; still, James found the space to jerk his arm roughly away.

“Careful!” Noras said. “The wall that I just created is incredibly fragile. It’ll break at barely more than a touch.”

“Sorry,” James hissed, annoyed. He cradled his arm. It felt like he’d just thrust it into the Arctic ocean. “If you gave me frostbite, I’ll walk back to the church.”

“What?” The kid finally looked at him rather than through the square of light.

James took a breath and rubbed some warmth into his arm. He had to remember the severe cultural and biological differences between the two of them—but so did Noras, if he was going to keep doing things like that. “You can’t do that,” he whispered after a moment. “Take my heat.”

“I didn’t take that much,” Noras protested.

“Yes, but I don’t have any to spare,” James whispered. “Like I said, I can’t handle the cold like you guys do. If I get too cold, I get something called hypothermia. It makes my heart stop beating. If one of my limbs freezes, I could get frostbite, which is when it essentially burns off and I lose the entire thing.”

Noras stared at him wide-eyed. “Hapodi nahip,” he swore, “are you serious?”

“Of course I’m serious.” He started to get feeling back into his arm, though the core still felt cold. He let out a breath. “I think my arm’s alright. But just don’t do that, or take less next time or something, alright?”

“Alright.” He looked out the square again, glancing over to him only once more. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” James said after a moment. “You didn’t know that.”

[leotrajano22]

Never give up. Never back down.