there’s a haze in the air

when the sun is high

and bright

sometimes in the morning i laugh at the way

the light of the sun grips so violently to the buildings 

in night-time splendor

i want to kiss you,

and in the sleepy morning,

and in the shining 

daylight.

 

but in thi...

i've been thinking & unthinking & 

Quietly,

wondering eyes gaze upward

to the beauty,

I remember brightly
the way you floated to me,
and we collided,
all moonbeam-filled eyes,
and star-kiss'd skin.

It was raining,
you were humming a lullaby.

You fell upon me with perfumed summer lips and wild-enchanted hair. Even the trees moved, bent their stubborn branches, if only for a moment, to imit...

   I didn’t hate you when we broke up (called it quits, ended things, decided to see other people, wanted to take a break, whatever you’ve been calling it -- we broke...

Dance boldly but
slowly;
love everything with your
  entire heart.

Let yourself fall apart
(or maybe just
      &...

I run my fingers through

your tangles of hair;

you whisper stories

into my hands.

 

“There once were

two souls,...

There are things that I
can’t stand to be around
for too long
without wanting to cry;
things that most
can shove aside,
can pass over as
virtually worthl...

Through our entire lifespan
everything reminded me of you
and everything felt perfect,
because it was you
and it was me,
and how could it be any less
than absolutely p...

Your overcast eyes were fixed
out the window for so long
before you gave me
a second glance.
“The city is dead
and ugly, so
unappealing.”
Fingers curled securel...

We floated
through the cool,
black
paradise of the stars.

We kissed underneath
the light
of the meteorites.
We kissed amongst dreaming
nebulae.
...

Melanie:

I don't remember the exact date I met Arthur, but it was a Thursday. Or maybe it was a Wednesday. Really, either way, the date doesn't matter. That I remember the events perfect...

My life didn’t become such a mundane affair until Oliver dumped me.

We used to go on adventures, Oliver and I. Every day was a new kind of journey – into the woods, into the cinema, int...

I’ve started to see you in the most mundane things.
The curve of your spine matches the iron fence outside of the building. Raindrops cling to the window in the same patterns th...

I felt so tired. But it wasn’t just that physical exhaustion, it was the all-body-all-soul-all-spirit kind of tired. I was tired of chasing people who only want...

*READ 'THE HORRIFICALLY MUNDANE LIFE OF SARAH COHN FIRST!!!*
http://hitrecord.org/records/228410/

The fifteen months I spent with Sarah were exhilarating. I learned more about her b...

"Much Less Dancing" - A hitRECord.org Fall Formal Script
by Cassandra Litten/Phenomenaaa


SCENE: Outdoor dance floor, background shows nothing but sky. It is late evening on a ...

You sit outside and
take long drags,
letting plumes of smoke escape you,
scenting the air with spice
that even autumn cannot overwhelm.

You used to say
"I love y...

Before I met you,
you couldn't stop drinking.
but then I decided I would love you,
hung-over and strung-out
and you stopped.

Before I met you,
you gave up chasin...

You stood at that window
every morning
towering over the city below
like a god;
not admiring,
not hating,
just observing,
timing the ebb and flow
of activity...

You speak in secrets

and cradle promises

on the back of your tongue

and every word

is so beautiful,

so perfect,

so blatant...

I sat up straight,
because I knew better,
I held my head high,
because I was trained to,
I applauded
even though
I hated it all.

the music rose,
and...

I fell asleep and dreamt last night.

I dreamt that I woke and was surrounded by darkness. the brightest darkness I had ever seen. There were only stars. Me, and nebulae, and supernov...

My first ever Christmas party was scheduled for December 23^rd at 8 pm in my best friend’s building on the outer edge of the city.
...

You sing in
languages I can’t
understand,
but in words
I will never forget,
and I melt
away, away
away,
into the sunlight,
into the starlight,<...

You have crept into

my skin

my bones

my most

powerful

of defenses,

and

 

left me with nothing...

There is a powerful story,
that of Spectacular Joe,
a tale of not only glory,
but of love, magick, and woe.

Not too far from where your feet rest,
lies the land of...

“Do you love me?” She whispered into the crook of his neck, as they laid underneath purple sheets, making their nighttime darkness even darker. They reveled in their solitude....

I miss you sometimes. In the cool autumn morning and at night while it rains. I remember feeling that I loved you, and I remember knowing it in the rain in October.

It's harder now t...

mine has been a summer spent with my heart stretched across seas and mountaintops, sent off and torn up and elongated and distorted for people and places i wish for e...

i knew that you loved me

by the lake.

 

i re...