It has come to my attention that I don't have nearly enough of my fiction, poetry and such on this site. However, most of these pieces of work are either too small for standalone nodes, or can't be appropriately put into nodes. To that end, here is a collection of every short work I have written, that doesn't already appear on E2. If I decide to shift any of these later on... well, so be it.

UNTITLED

I hold you close
and I feel
a warm summer breeze on my neck
the soft touch of feathers on my back
silky smooth hair against my hand
and I hear
your gentle breathing,
soft and light
and relaxing
and I see
nothing but you,
your eyes, your hair, your face
the essence of my life
and I smell
your scent on your neck
it comforts me and mellows me
it is like no other in the world
I hold you close
and I can't let go

HOW HANDY

right hand, left hand
left hand, right arm
right leg, left foot
left wing, left brain
right brain, right foot
right hand, right ear
left nostril, left hand
right finger, left wrist
right eye, left knee
left behind right here.

A LONG NIGHT

i walked away from you
knowing that i'd see you again
but not knowing when, and it hurt
that i didn't know, that you didn't know
and now i'm miles away yet again

and the fridge burps
and the tap drips
and the owls hoot
and the cars zoom
and the house creaks
and the heater hums
and the lights all blink into my eyes

sing me to sleep

PREGAP

congratulations

you've managed to infect
every single one of my thoughts

it's an achievement
that you can't unlock
by playing xbox

it's an effort
that you can't make
by playing sports

it's a feat
that can't be accomplished
by any circus performer

congratulations
now please go away

THE MOON

At first, it is white
With maybe a blue tinge too
A beautiful sight

Then it is orange
But still nice and visible
Romantic to watch

Slowly it turns red
Getting harder to see now
Many eyes are strained

Deep against the night
It gets darker and darker
Slowly fades away

Finally, it's black
It is now no longer new
But quite out of sight

You can't see it now
The air, thick with smog and fumes
Our lungs will be next

UNIVERSITY

i think it was the petrichor - the smell of rain after a long dry spell - that woke me up.

i had left the window open, the light on, my curtains twitched open.

it was nearing the end of a nice, cool, fresh day. light, fluffy clouds, sunlight threatening to break through at any moment.
a soft breeze, making the curtains flap and flutter.

i lifted my head from my keyboard.

i saw, on the monitor, my assignment. an hour ago, it had been intelligible. now, a steady stream of 'x's filled the screen.

and, suddenly,

gone were the smell, the sight, the warm glow i had felt.

the assignment's due in two hours and it's only half done
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i hope that "xxxxxxxxxx" counts as one word because there's no way i can finish this on time

well, better get going...

SLEEP

Creeping darkness
'Cross my eyes
Fall unconscious
Energise
Vivid pictures
In my mind
Alarm bell would be
So unkind

TIME

i've lost track of the days
they come slowly
leave quickly

time is... a luxury
we can't afford it
we save it when we can
we plan it carefully

we all want more time
but
the time gods have better ideas

and they sentence us to an eternity
of procrastination
of too many tasks
of plans going awry
and - this is the best part, say the gods -
of time never flowing the way
we want it to

who can sleep soundly
knowing they have deadlines?

who can relax themselves
with assignments nagging at them?

who can go on a holiday
when there's too much to do at home?

and suddenly, it's neither slow enough
nor fast enough...

More writing here.

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