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One upon a time, there were four children. They were grown, far into the ages of adulthood, but they were children. They carried bits of a child in them, clinging desperately to a corner of their hearts with a firm grip, unwilling to let go. They were children.

One was a fighter—grappling with his head and his hands to protect his heart that was left back home, back with his siblings and his wife. He graced himself with a uniform every morning and paroled his area, keeping it safe and sound so that no one he loved could be taken away from him, so that no one he needed would ever leave. He had the spirit of a soldier, always did. He washed the blood off of his hands with a soft prayer to God during the middle of the day, because he did what he had to do, he saved whom he had to save. He showed no remorse after those prayers—for his heart was filled with a fierce need.

The second one was a lover—she walked around with her heart not on her sleeve, but in the palms of her hands, giving it to whomever she came into contact with. She was a martyr, living for love and love alone. She bruised but she never broke, searching and searching for a love to give her a home, to give her a real place in this world. She kissed with a passion, adoration burning deep within her heart and flowing from her pores, keeping herself open and exposed and vulnerable. She sent up a kiss to God, every morning, because he hadn't turned her down, she felt. He hadn't left her like the other men did. She sent up a kiss to God because he was her safety blanket, the one who never left.

The third was an old soul—lost in his own mind as the days passed around him. Everybody thought he was insane, mentally impaired; but he was just waiting. Simply waiting for the light to show him the way. He was a saint; an uncorrupted, pure young man with a heart full of innocence. He regarded the world with a gentle touch, the light ghost of fingertips against a velvety smooth rose petal. He watched the world through a pink colored haze, because everything was beautiful and unsullied. He thanked God every night, knees pressed against cold, hardwood floors, for allowing him a place in this picturesque world. He saw the world through a pink colored haze, and everything was rosado.

The last was a writer—fingers pressed to scratchy, cement walls as she walked by them, leaving words and lyrics in her wake. She would cry out a chorus and beg for someone to sing her the bridge, or maybe a verse, but no one ever did. She delved into a world of tattoos and cigarettes, she wore droopy hats and the tightest pants she could find, and she made love that was more like loveless fucking. She wore chunky boots and stared down anyone who judged her for her scars, she liked beautiful words that rolled off of her tongue like waves on the shoreline, and she cried vulgarities at a God that she didn't even believe in; at a God who had left her and her family all alone, at a truth that no one else seemed to realize. She drowned herself in alcohol and wrote until her fingers were sore and aching, until her brain couldn't even catch up anymore. She wrote about the dark, about her siblings and their love, about how it didn't amount to anything but heartache. She wrote until she cried because the words screamed back at her, confirming all of her horrors and anxieties. She wrote until exhaustion took over, and the grey, bleak light of the rising morning blanketed her body with a warmth that almost ran cold. "We cannot buy innocence." It had whispered, a caressing breeze of a statement as her eyes slipped shut and her breathing evened. When she woke up, it had already been forgotten.
I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT CATEGORY THIS WOULD GO UNDER SO IF ANYONE WANTS TO SHARE A THOUGHT ON WHERE IT SHOULD GO (if it's not in the right one) IT'D BE APPRECIATED!
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Anyway yep JUST A LOT OF WORD VOMIT? Sort of religious, even though I, personally, am not the most religious human being.

But anyway yeah wow I don't know what happened THIS IS WHAT WORD VOMIT THAT ISN'T POETRY IS LIKE FOR ME
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DevonEaton Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Beautiful writing, but I'm not sure it has a purpose. Perhaps just to highlight that innocence exists in all types of people from the pious to the decrepit?
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Ah, I was kind of trying to get across the value of a god, in a way. How the first three siblings are almost living in fantasy--the first, killing and not feeling anything because he's on "god's" side, the second, sleeping around but it's alright, because she was searching for a love like god's, and the third, just kind of ignoring all things awful in the world because god placed him here to live, and he was going to do it as purely as he could. (I don't mean any of those in a bad way, or putting down people who believe in god, since I think there is a god, too.)

But the last one, she reads the paper and sees things as horror and she sees what's going on, because she doesn't believe in anything that could be out there, even though she wants to. She wants to, but she can't.

Something like that >.< Sorry, I guess it didn't come across strong enough. But I did kind of want to leave it a little to interpretation, and your highlight is very valid as well--innocence is there, even if (the last girl) couldn't see it.

Thank you for calling it beautiful! I appreciate it.

Sorry again if it didn't make much sense. A lot of my work tends to be rambling of an exhausted mind.
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DevonEaton Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Haha, that's okay. I ramble sometimes too. It's just nice to write sometimes, no matter the clarity or subject.
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:icontherainontheirparade:
I agree. It's nice to write like that. I write to let things go, so yeah. I know what you mean.
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travelgirlxx Jan 15, 2013
Lovely :)
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:icontherainontheirparade:
B'aw, thank you so much! I really appreciate it, and I'm super glad that you liked it. c': Thank you again, dear! x
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travelgirlxx Jan 15, 2013
:hug:
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stung1010koth Jan 15, 2013  Professional Photographer
Doesn't matter what category - it's awesomely done.
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:icontherainontheirparade:
Oh wow, thank you so much! This really means a lot. I appreciate it greatly. C:
And I'm really glad you liked it! >u<
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