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The red tears of my life

November 9, 2011
By nomad GOLD, Homewood, Alabama
nomad GOLD, Homewood, Alabama
10 articles 1 photo 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
“What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.” John Green

I sat, peering into the eyes of the person that meant the most to me. Just sat, staring into the wandering abyss of her blue-green eyes. It was as if I was staring into a vast oblivion filled with wisdom and love. It was something I was not used to, having someone care for me. It was strange, and that’s part of what made it so beautiful. Speaking in a soft whisper she broke the silence. “Why is it you always hide your hands and arms?” her eyes wandered from my gaze then, drifting ever so slightly down to wear my arms lay hidden beneath the solid shield of the table. The truth is, my arms held the story of my past, drawn in the ridged pink lines, etched into my heart and arms by the blade of peoples cruelty, and my regrets. It was something I hid at all cost, then again I hid everything from everybody. To scared that I would get hurt more than I already had. And this wonderful, beautiful creature was asking me to reveal myself to her. My all, my everything. Her gaze returned to meet my eyes, holding a look of pure hearted love and concern. She spoke again, even softer this time. “Theres nothing you can say, or do that will make me care for you less. Nothing will ever change this, I made my choice, and that choice is to be yours.” she began to cry, her tears like diamond beads rolling across her silky white skin. Something in her eyes made me believe what she was saying, believe that I could rely on her to be my rock. “My arms hold the story of my past, my mistakes and everyone else’s mistakes.” I spoke in a broken voice. Gently she reached across the table, her hand closing tightly on the sleeve of my shirt, she drew my arms up and lay them gently on the table. As she began to raise the sleeves I instinctively began to recoil, attempting to hide. “Its ok, I will be gentle.” She spoke. She drew back my sleeves, caressing my palm gently as she did so. It was then that her eyes left mine, and turned to the canvas that was truly my own, my masterpiece my disasterpiece. I looked down to see the raod map of my life, carved into the soft flesh of my arms. “Each one of these holds a memory, together they make me. Maybe one day you’ll learn the secrets they have to tell.” I said gently. Her eyes met mine again, holding my line of sight she said, “There’s no need for them to tell me, I already know. Even if I didn’t already know, they wouldn’t have to speak, I can see all I need in your eyes, in your heart.” Reaching back across the table she slowly began tracing the lines of my past up my arm, and onto my chest growing ever closer to my heart. Finally she reached the center of my chest, placing her palm over where my heart should be, she leaned in and whispered to me, “Your arms may be scared, your heart hurt, but you are not broken. You are mine to love. And if you believe your heart cant support you, then take mine, because it belongs to you.”

It was then everything melted away in a sea of dizziness, and a flash of light. I was sitting with my back against the wall of my bathroom. I looked to my canvas, there was fresh streams of red dripping down from the wilted lines of the puckered scars of my arms. Strangely artistic, the red tears of my life running out of my body draining into the sewer of the world that caused all of this.

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This article has 7 comments.

on Dec. 30 2013 at 1:13 am
..RJ.. PLATINUM, Phelan, California
27 articles 0 photos 34 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Your temper is the only thing you cannot misplace by losing it" -- anger management(movie)

I want to steal you and make you tell me stories now because that was wonderful. I like "disasterpiece". I agree with that word. I'd love to talk to you because, just from this, you sound like an interesting person. Please?

on May. 7 2012 at 9:21 pm
DarkenAngel94 SILVER, Teachey, North Carolina
5 articles 0 photos 18 comments

Favorite Quote:
"What?!?!Dude really??"
"Don't walk in front of me, for i may not follow,
Don't walk behind me, for i may not lead,
But walk beside me and just be my friend."
"You may not know me dont let my name come out of your month, unless your talkin to me"

Great Alex! i loved it and i do believe i know who u r talking about?!? dont let the eyes of people you care for fool you!

on Jan. 26 2012 at 11:02 pm
_ella_herondale BRONZE, San Diego, California
4 articles 2 photos 222 comments

Favorite Quote:
"...If the Thames that ran beside them...recalled a night where the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on the same boy and girl... and thought to themselves, 'at last, the wheel comes full circle,' they kept their silence."

O. My. Gosh. This was so beautiful I am literally crying. I think you easily developed both characters in so little space, and thats hard to do. I REALLY felt what you wrote, and thats the best kind of reading you can do. THANKS for writing this. PS nice vocab!

nomad GOLD said...
on Dec. 7 2011 at 3:39 pm
nomad GOLD, Homewood, Alabama
10 articles 1 photo 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
“What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.” John Green

thank you, but it is far from perfect...

Cams05 said...
on Dec. 7 2011 at 3:14 pm
Cams05, Santa Marta, Other
0 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
"For you I was born, for you I have life, for you am I now dying." -García Marquez Of love and other demons (Garcilaso de la Vega)

"If we live a life in fear, I’ll wait a thousand years just to see you smile again"-Muse, Resistance

God...I am in love with this piece. Perfect. A big applause for you!! 

nomad GOLD said...
on Nov. 29 2011 at 4:41 pm
nomad GOLD, Homewood, Alabama
10 articles 1 photo 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
“What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.” John Green

Thanks for the feed back!!! It was written some what sloppily, but that's sorta how I was feeling when I wrote it

leafy said...
on Nov. 29 2011 at 4:36 pm
leafy, City, Other
0 articles 0 photos 682 comments

Favorite Quote:
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion. 
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it. 
Gil: You haven't even read it yet. 
Ernest Hemingway: If it's bad, I'll hate it. If it's good, then I'll be envious and hate it even more. You don't want the opinion of another writer. 

Again, wow, this is really good :). I really liked the friend's last quote and the last paragraph, it really tied things together. There a few spelling errors, and I would suggest breaking it into more paragraphs, but other than that, it's really amazing