/lit/ - Literature

>>14019195
You mean that mystic-y dude that endorsed street shitting and that other guy whose extant literature can be reduced to a small pamphlet that says everything is actually one thing? Wow anon I am completely completely convinced! How could we ever be so foolish?!

>>13487321
fuckin lol

>>13373704
This gave me a very hearty bellowing kek.

poem I just jotted down

robe went down to her knees
it was silk I think
she was half spanish half native
she said
it made for interesting family reunions

should’ve seen her face when she
found out I spoke spanish
when she found out my great grandparents were immigrants
from mexico
where in mexico she asked

I don’t know
near san miguel I think

her last boyfriend used to tell her
she deserved everything bad
used to grab her by the face
and yell
this is why your dad hit you
this is why your mom left you
she left him eventually
keyed up his car
burned his sweaters

I met her when I was 16 but
now I’m a little older
she’s wearing a silk robe
it goes down to her knees
she graduated when she was 16
her sister is married
she used to draw but now she takes photos

one of them she took at a rodeo
a mulatto cowboy is riding a horse
towing a calf by a rope
behind him
the calf flails in the dirt and
clouds of brown pillow behind it

she’s an insomniac
so I stay up with her some nights
and we talk
she says she’s not sure if love is real
or
if it’s too real
she asks me if I know what she means
I think I do
but I’m also not sure

it’s 2 in the morning
her robe is silk and
down to her knees
she’s telling me the story of llorona
flashlight under her chin for dramatics
like we were little kids
or something

but we are
I think

I tend to drink a lot
and she doesn’t mind
as long as I don’t do anything stupid
and for the most part I don’t
sometimes I get passionate about silly things
but that’s about it

her therapist bought her gifts for her birthday
a sandra cisneros book
a tom waits record
a blanket with poinsettias on it
funny because she hates poinsettias
maybe it’s a joke
between the two of them

robe is down to her knees
and silk
sometimes she cries and I hold her
but if she doesn’t want me to I don’t
she reads next to me
i play with her hair
and fall asleep

sometimes I wake up
and she’s still reading
or watching the wall
or something
I put my arm over her
and kiss her skin
and I go back to sleep
smiling

Excerpt from a chapter
http://pastebin.com/dQKu6Wcg

Full chapter if you give enough of a hoot to read it.
http://pastebin.com/GZaE7Bw3

>tfw 27, depressed, and writing about apathetic 17 year olds

>wanted to write a story about loneliness, and how different people react to loneliness, react to others being lonely, and find solace in each other even through all the loneliness
>Most importantly, that it's okay to be lonely and that no one has the right to tell you that you shouldn't feel lonely
>Worried it's gonna be perceived as YA bullshit simply because the characters are 17~

Oh well, I like it. It's giving me a lot of emotional closure anyway. Even if it never sees the light of day, at least I got that from it.

http://pastebin.com/66zTp6dP

a fragment of a short story I just started writing about an unstable couple.

Gonna head out and grab some breakfast real quick, will critique when I get back :-) though, it's worth noting that I already see a lot of good shit in this thread

silly people buy cars in stores
and the sun, all bitter-
well, it just doesn't shine like it used to.
the moons not too different
not too distant
not too close either,
not too much of anything anymore.
No that anything was every anything,
or that nothing was ever here
or there
or in the cracks of your soft blue eyes.
or the seams,
of that pale orange dress that my sister wore
when she was 8

I was 8
you were 8
things weren't great, but they were nice
the sun still seeps through my closed curtains
the moon still kisses me from time to time.
I smile,
not a lot, but I do.
isn't that enough?
A shy smile at a kid on the swings laughing,
living,
loving with his dad.
isn't it all enough?

Silly people buy cars in stores
and I'm sitting in the window
watching them,
my pale orange eyes drift
and I smile,
at the moon and the sun,
just a bit.

>>6842642
Nice.

Everything was dull. She raised her tanned leg, and scratched the calf on the other with her foot, and it was all gray and dull.

pls flambe me like the chicken cutlet I am

http://pastebin.com/xiRyVawy

will critique in next post :-)

http://pastebin.com/kZjxFYg0

Criticize, call me a fag, etc.

Something angsty and odd I wrote. Call me a fag, etc.
.

http://pastebin.com/eaSaVxtp

I just came back to /lit/ after some months and I fucking love you for making this shit, OP.

Keep it going.