Tumblfy

Hey everyone, I've got some big news to share!

Life In Fiction is expanding to Tumblr! 

Whether for good or bad, the new Tumblr page (reallifeinfiction.tumblr.com) will allow us to post extras posts, pieces, or tidbits that may never make it to our main site. I guarantee, if you check it out, you'll definitely enjoy it (especially as our number of posts grows in size).

This week, I bring you the first original piece to be posted by me on Tumblr. Enjoy!

"Pessimism For the Night"

I take these breaths only to live one more day.
But, life isn’t worth living.
The unforgiving world that surrounds me
Just doesn’t understand…
No, how could they possibly understand?
That I live not for life,
But for the sake of holding her one more time,
Placing my lips upon hers,
Feeling her skin beneath my broken fingers…
It’s been far too long…
Yet, I’ll still breath, not for the sake of living,
But to simply see her
One more time.

By the way, don't forget to follow me, in all of my nerdiness, as well. Look for Living Fiction (alex-arlington.tumblr.com) and don't forget to always put life into words.

~Chris

Self Centered

I'm lost, and destine never to be found,
Down and out not knowing where I'm going next.
Hearing you’re with her is like a hell in my mind,
Blanking out all my thoughts.

                But I’m slowly finding my way.
                My heart soars with the possibilities,
                of who I could be.
                My creativity coming back to me.

Just knowing that you're better with her than me,
Kills every inch of my soul.
I'm not the girl I was before,
And I'll never be that girl again.

          

                 The things that may have brought me to tears
                 have become my biggest strengths.
                 I have to thank you,
                 For ruining me.

Hearing your name,
Makes me draw a blank.

  

                My mind colored with new ideas,
               That blank canvas splattered with neon

Hearing your voice brings tears,
Knowing you don't love me,
Brings that irreplaceable shatter,
That makes my chest tighten.

                I can finally hear your voice,
                and know everything will be okay.
                Shard by shard,
                I’m slowly being put back together

I've lost you for good,
And I'm not sure what to do.

               I’ve found myself,
               and I have a bright future.

~Audrey

Differences between time and space

"Reminiscing" 

There’s no end to the distance.

Time pushed you away;

            Time brought you back.

Still, Earth is a large place to these eyes

            That still want to see you

                        Every day and night,

            Or these arms of mine

                        That only wish

                                    To hold you

Closer than ever.

Each night I dream of you.

Each day my body aches

            Just to feel your presence.

“Missing” you is more relative than “love,”

            Yet, I swear, both describe

                        My thoughts each day.

Sunshine brings a reminder of times

            When I took seeing you for granted.

Grade school was so long ago;

            Junior year was forever ago…

I hated those years so much,

            But I’d return

                        Just to have you near.

The future will be bright

            As long as it contains you.

Eventually, I know, Fate

            Will bring us back to the same room.

If not, I’m sure “comedy” sings a different tune;

For, a tragedy no longer describes us.



Fate drives me.

~Chris

Shattered Lies

Autumnal Acidic Ailments

For all who haven't noticed, there're general connections between many of my posts. Thes connections include the fictional "Audrey" (the perfect girl I'll never have) and the stress resulting from fighting the seven sins (greed, pride, lust, envy, wrath, sloth, and gluttony) in my everyday life. So far, I've written two novels centered around the conflicts these connections pose, along with the temptation of "Alice" (the girlfriend I never wanted). Seeing as though many of you won't read these books for some time, I thought I might share a piece that gives a more blatant taste of the truth that bleeds from my bleating heart.

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"Seasonal Names"

Memories of Autumn consume me

As my mind breaks for the winter.

Summer is dead, yet Audrey

Shouts from an inconceivable distance.

Alice and Spring started my trouble;

Happy thoughts caused this mess.

Lust made tragedy double;

Climbing on her created my unrest.

Emerald eyes mocking the solstice,

In all it's completely tragic sin.

Few know what the result is,

Yet the equinox told it all.

Memories of Summer come at me

Now that I've forgotten her warmth.

But this changing of seasons is fatality

As were the words she kissed me so hard with.

What happens to us now

Claims the rage of melting ice.

Surely you wonder how,

But my answers faded with Autumn.

To my love...
~Alex

Una Carta de Vida

Hola todo el mundo.

I know...I know...I posted yesterday, but I'm scheduled for today in reality. (These two a weeks are going to be the death of me... -__- ) Anyways...this next piece is a personal letter to a girl I met some time ago. If it's a bit sappy, you're not crazy, but simply not seeing the purpose. Anyways, here's my scheduled piece for the week. Read on readers.

Dear Audrey,

We floated above the clouds, can you recall?
You lied in my arms.
You looked a wild mess;
     your eyes shined with surprise.
Every bit the damsel I expected
     the year before when I first
          kissed your ruby red lips.
Our feet rejected the ground
     as my will saved you from the crowd.
Lovely, you looked so innocent!
Those three words you spoke...
The tone of each syllable
     matched dangerous colors
          even as I carried you to safety.
"Should we tell them?" you asked,
     yet all I wanted was to keep
          our love my secret.
Even as I kissed you in that painted sky
     we knew the world wouldn't give us peace.
So I spoke so softly, even the air was deaf.
Can you recall?
I whispered,
     "I'll never let you fall."

Alex


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As an after-thought, for the past few weeks I've been working with a student-run newspaper called The Pulse. Primarily, the newspaper focueses on political issues, but a few of the lead editors and myself are working on creating a creative writing section for the website's Art section.

If you want to check out the website and read about all the goodness The Pulse has to offer, just click on the link.

If you have any questions about The Pulse, or my writing in general feel free to e-mail me at brinque38@gmail.com. I'm always happy to answer any questions.

Until next week,

Carpe diem et provehito in altum.

(Seize the day and launch forth into the deep.) 

An Awkward Sight

These past few nights I've dreamt, slept, and taken in all the insanity rising in my mind. A young girl, short and feisty, who once held my heart--before she tore it apart--keeps my mind at unrest. She cares no longer for these brown eyes that still hold her in deep consideration, yet my heart sinks to impale itself upon the rocky shores below that stand to shield my ocean of torment. Yes, I died with suicidal precision at the unwelcomed vision of her face. Her face, a serene scowl to hold back lies, as her small, white hand draws a frightful card numbered XIII.

My head hits the pillow and thoughts of her death pound against my frontal lobe. So, my feet hit the cement in an attempt to allow darkness to wash away my pitch thoughts. Love, hate, something deeper than I've ever looked to imitate; it all pounds against my psyche against my will. When will it come? Where will she be if I'm true? I'd rather die myself than learn that her fate has met the big number XIII.


Carpe diem.
~Alex