Just Hit Reset

To this girl I used to know.
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[Yeah I
Just don’t know how
To talk to you no more
When in my head
I always see you holding onto me
And me holding onto you
Now that’s gone
I don’t know what to do –]

Oh, I promised myself this
That you’d be outta my mind
But at night when I’m all alone
Your kiss is all that I find
And I just can’t keep on
Cause. I. Want. To.
Forget you

[Seems like our conversations go
So much better when you ain’t alone
Now maybe if we go back to a year ago
Or maybe to just some random time befo’
Befo’ I met her and started a love
Befo’ I met you and
Thought that wasn’t enough
Befo’ when I still listened to the radio
Instead of sitting here
Writing ‘em stupid love songs
Befo’ when it was just you and me
Befo’ when I still had the opportunity
To love you
And I’m wishin’ time would rewind
Rewinding our time
But babe –
I ain’t that gullible]

Oh, I promised myself this
That you’d be outta my mind
But at night when I’m all alone
Your kiss is all that I find
And I just can’t keep on
Cause. I. Want. To.
Forget you

[But hey we can pretend
That I’m your superman
That hey, we were still close friends
That hey, I never had to pick up this pen
But hey – tell me this
What’s the use in pretending?]
Cause star light star bright
First star I see tonight
[You’re the brightest by far
Amongst the brightest of stars
Now please teach me how
To catch a falling star]
Cause I wish I may
And that I wish I might
Have my wish tonight

Oh, but I promised myself this
That you’d be outta my mind
But at night when I’m all alone
Your kiss is all that I find
And I just can’t keep on
Cause. I. Want. To.

Forget you

V.I.P. - P.S. You're a Bitch.

[VIP
Everyone knows who you are
But I know that you ain’t no
Super star
What I want with you
I just can’t hold it back no more
So why don’t cha
Join me on the dance floor]

Oh girl! What’s your name?
Tell me reason
What’s your game?

Cause, you’re so
Hot hot hot
From your head to your toes
And when I see you
My heart just goes
And it just can’t stop

I’m so addicted
So addicted
You’re my soft spot
I have a sweet tooth
You’re my candy shop

You know you’ve been
On my mind
All night long
Pacing there; time and time
Got your own going on
[I can’t help it
Can’t stop it
So hypnotic
So enticing]
But wonder what’s on your mind
Want to know how to get
Right on in inside
Of your heart
Oh give me a chance
A chance to play the part

Cause, you’re so
Hot hot hot
From your head to your toes
And when I see you
My heart just goes
And it just can’t stop

Oh girl, don’t worry

Cause I always strategize
So hold your breath
And wait for my surprise

[I can’t help it
Help it
Can’t stop it
Stop it
Got me addicted
Addicted
So hypnotic
-notic
So enticing]

Signed, Death

Just one of your violent episodes
And I stand there in the shadows
Showing no emotion
As her tears come and go

You promised you’d change
No more stayin’ out late
Playing ‘em drinking games
Come on man! Dude, just understand
That you’re her superman
Supposed to save her day
Not wreck it, not throw it away

What am I?
Just to stay by her side
Not her superman
Hey we can pretend
That I’m her super hero
The one that’ll defend

And just know that I can
Try to be her superman
To take her away
When you’re feeling like a rockstar
Hoppin’ into your sleazy Hummer car
Just to hit up a bar

V.I.P. right?
Everyone knows just who you are
Except her
To act like a super star
A super nova
Just to be grinding hard
With another hoe

Look! You’re making her cry
No matter how hard I try
She’s hanging there
Ready to die

I’ll take her away then
From this misery and pain
And let it all fade away
To start another day

Signed,
Death

Mrs. Faraway

“Mrs. Faraway said she would buy the flowers herself,” I said to myself, not quite understanding what she meant by that. She had no need for flowers; flowers were for young people. Mrs. Faraway was old.

Her house was musty. It wasn’t like flowers could save the house from the darkness, but she said every day, mumbling to herself, “I’ll buy ‘em flowers myself, boy.” This line had no meaning to me then, not until much later. I was just her errand boy, someone who helped clean up around her place. I barely spoke to her and she spoke to no one. She was always locked up in her room.

One day I knocked on her door as usual, ready for any tasks she had for me, but there was no answer at the door. I opened it and crept in, noticing a peculiar smell. Running up to her room, I tripped on the stairs and pushed open her bedroom door. There was Mrs. Faraway, sitting in her rocking chair facing the window, not moving.

She was dead.

She was buried the next day. No one was there except for the priest and my family. We stood through the rain with Mrs. Faraway one last time.

A few days later my father called me into the kitchen. He told me that there was a letter addressed to me.

The cover of the faded envelope read: From Mrs. Faraway. I shuddered, thinking that a dead person sent me a letter. But my curiousity got the better of me and I quickly tore the envelope open to read it. It were her parting words to me. As well she had left fifty dollars in the envelope. It was a lot for a kid then, that fifty dollars. Though it was a horrible action, I smiled, happy that she was dead. That was until I remembered something. It was something she said to me and finally I understood it.

“I will buy ‘em flowers myself,” her voice echoed.

“And plant them on your grave,” I finished.

I ran to the flower shop with the fifty in hand and bought some daisies, I believed they were her favourite. Mr. Gregory, the store owner, greeted me with a smile.

“Who’s the lucky lady to be receiving these lovely flowers from you?” he teased, “Is it your mother?”

“No Sir,” I answered, “Just a friend.”

With that I dashed off, holding the bunch of flowers tightly in my hand. I entered the cemetery and walked to her grave. It seemed as if no one had visited. I placed the flowers at her tombstone and stared at it.

“Mrs. Faraway,” I called out to her and said, “Here are the flowers you said you’d buy yourself.”

Bound - Story

Short story I wrote for an application, thought you might enjoy it.
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I look into the mirror as I get ready for my day. As I button my shirt I notice the chain around my neck. This necklace has been with me for as long as I can remember, I have gotten so used to it, I almost forgot its existence. I touch the necklace, running my fingers across its bumps and ridges. A name finally comes to my mind. Alyssa, I think it was.

I grab my coat as I leave for work. It’s a rather mild winter’s day, big snowflakes are fluttering down. I imagine myself walking in a giant snow globe. My cellphone rings, it’s my boss, a rather hulky man. His voice bellows as he speaks.

“Hey kid! I have this client and his daughter is coming in to discuss our contract with them…” his voice fades away. I am lost in thought about the necklace and about Alyssa.

Memories flash through my mind. I remember a swing set; I remember pushing her on the swing, hearing her laugh, and laughing with her. I remember loving her at some point in my life. Subconsciously my right hand lingered around my neck. My boss interrupts my thoughts.

“Are ya listening? She’s around your age, you’d relate better. Don’t mess this up kid and you’ll be going places here.”

“Yes Sir.”

He quickly adds, “She’s in the conference room right now.”

I nod, agreeing to whatever my boss has just said. It isn’t like I have a choice anyways; I am bound.

I race to the conference room and a young blonde meets my eyes. With an outstretched hand she says, “Hi, my name’s Alyssa.”

Alyssa, I stare at her with disbelief, unsure of coincidences. I look down around her neck and there was that same chain staring at me. I loosen my tie and undo my collar. She stares at me, confused by my actions. But I yank out that chain and show her it. The thing that has kept me bound

“I finally remember,” I said to myself really, “Do you?”

She touches her necklace, “…Vincent?...”

I nod silently, “I said I’d wait for you to come back.”

She sighs a breath of remorse, “It’s been 16 years… Vince, we were only 10 then.”

Again, I silently agree with her and look at her with yearning eyes, hoping she remembers our promise.

Sensing my unfaded affection she adds, “Vincent, honey, I’m engaged.” She shows me her hand as if to solidify the truth; the ring stands boldly, daring me to challenge it.

I hold the chain in my hand, winding it with my fingers. Finally I take hold of it and rip it from my neck. I take her hand and slithered the chain into her open palm. “That’s okay,” I whisper to her, “Because the friendship between me and you… I will not compare to this chain; for that it may rust and break in the rain.”