Jul 04
She felt everything was tired of being around her.
The walls around her moaned in dispair, not baring to see her one more day.
She knew it, and everytime she walked out of any place, she would look at the walls and whisper "I'm sorry i'm alive".
Then she'd get home.
The kitchen would turn off its lights so she wouldn't see it and pass right by it.
In a eternal walk throughout the hall, she would finally get to her room.
Her clothes lying on the floor looked at her, blaming her for their disgrace.
Her room was where she felt good, because all there was to it was hers.
But even her room would hate her.
She didn't belong to the world, there was no space left that she could fit in.
It was over for her.
But even death would run away...
publicado por JayneMars às 23:20

If one day you ask me what i miss the most about my life, i’ve got a little list prepared,just for you.
So it starts on the way you move.
I miss seeing you walking.
I miss the way you move your body, like an autumn leaf balancing in the wind.
I miss the way you talk, and how your voice is so heavenly to me.
I miss the way your words go straight to my heart and rest there, for as long as i live.
I miss the way you smile.
Your smile is the shelter i’ll always need when there’s a storm.
I miss your eyes, that hold the key of my existence.
I miss the way you look at me, so tenderly...
I miss the way you say you love me, and i hate the days you don’t refer it.
I miss the days when we laugh together, about nothing, and how hearing you laughing makes me the happiest woman alive.
I hate it when you cry and i’m not there to hold you tight, close to me.
I hate it when i can’t stop the world when it’s being unfair to you.
I hate the fact that i’ll never be able to fully protect you from harm.
I miss the way you make me feel.
I miss being with you, when you belong just to me.
I miss holding you and have you to myself.
I miss telling you how i am astonished by your love.
I hate it when we fight.
I hate seeing my world collapse, i hate seeing my life losing its meaning and i hate crying, when you say nothing at all.
I miss the smile you put on my face when you finally return.
I miss the life i feel inside when i think of you, in a way i could never describe just with words.
But i hate the fact that you’re unfair, and you hurt me, making me want to be dead, when you don’t realize you are my world.
This list could go on forever.
I could tell you all the colours i see in your eyes, all the songs i hear from your smile, or the strenght you give to me when you’re around.
But i won’t
I’ll just stop here.
I’ll continue this when they find the exact words that can explain the wonder your life is to me.
publicado por JayneMars às 21:23

They just sat there looking at eachother.
It was like a supreme force wouldn’t allow them to break the eye contact, and they were stuck on eachother’s eyes for eternity.
Trying to fight back a smile that was trying hard to escape, they would ocasionally look away, just so they could feel the impact of desire that would conquer their bodies, whenever their eyes would meet.
From time to time they would hear voices, distant voices, sounds of laughter, that reminded them they were not alone...
What would happen if they could ever be alone together?
Would their eyes just demand the eye contact never to break, or would the waves of desire beg for them to come closer and closer, and finally become one?
No words were spoken between them, and they walked two miles away from one another, trying to hide their love with the space that was rising between them, from the floor.
Sunset would never feel so right if these two souls were apart, but in that day, the first day they were sharing together, everything belonged to them, and that before meaningless sunset became an anthem to their long lost love.
They shouted in silence, a silence that was hurting their pride, and a silence that was becoming so loud that they suspected soon everyone would be able to hear it.
They shouted all their feelings, all their love..the forbidden love, forbidden in every way.

The world becomes dark, and all the sadness involves them.
It is time for them to walk away from the only thing that really matter now: eachother.
As time passes by, the terror of anxiety and the panic of goodbye consumes them, but they know that the eye contact has to be broken, until the next time they meet, which may never exist.
Thinking of the words that never came out, the kissing that never took place, all the dreams that were shared in secret never ever would come true for them.
And frustration came over them like night comes over day, only this time, the feeling was darker than the darkest night of the darkest december there would ever be.
Hours and hours were spent, without them knowing, thinking about the same things, reminiscing about those eye contacts, the smiling, the touching, the words, even about what was never there.
They were daydreaming about their next time together, the next time they would speak, and their bodies were sore from eachother's absense.
Late at night they were still tossing and turning in bed, cos that feeling was too much to bare, and the necessity overcame fear and was about to take control of their minds.
They were losing all the power to fight back their love, and only time would be their friend.
And only time was agravating all the tears that were held up inside.

They belonged to eachother.
They were together.
No-one knew it, they didn't know it, but they had a relationship, and were as close as a couple.
They aniquilated the chance of common sense, and altered senses in a way that they actually thought they could live happily with this decision.
But they were not alone.
Their relationship was fake and the love that kept it moving, even though strong, was threatened by other people.
In their hearts they belonged to eachother.
But in reality they were so distant like they never imagined.
And so, each of them slowly backed away from this relationship, with their hearts broken, dreams swept away, and altered senses.
publicado por JayneMars às 20:59

Here you will find some of Jayne Mars' work such as poems,stories,short stories,even shorter stories and pieces of delusional disfunction..i hope you enjoy it,feel free to post any comment you think it's suitable and have fun!
publicado por JayneMars às 19:40

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