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Everything just... got overwhelming. Trying to juggle school, home, and friends just made me stressed out. I was staying up late, waking up late, and I couldn't pay attention in class very well.
One night, I was laying in bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. I felt as if my head was about to explode, like I was going to go crazy.
Suddenly, I felt this urge to run, to jump, anything. I hopped out of bed and put my shoes on. I went to the front door and unlocked it, pulling it open slowly so that my parents wouldn't wake up. I walked outside.
I was standing in the middle of my lawn. I looked around. The only light was dim street lights and the light from the full moon.
I ran, faster then I've ever run before. I ran down my street, far from my house. I ran down streets I didn't know, vaugely aware of the street names as I ran passed the signs.
Eventually I came to a cliff. Below were shiny rocks, with lake water splashing of off of them and foaming. I stood there. The moon seemed so big. I looked around. There was no one there. No houses nearby.
I plopped on my knees and screeched. I howled at the moon. My face was red, I'm sure. I Read more »
My bones scrape across the polished tile floor,
As I waltz to the hum of violins.
The sound resonates from the corners of walls,
Beseeching any ear to commandeer,
But no one is able to hear the sweetened strings,
Because this, my friend, is the Dance of the Dead.
Our ballroom is a rented out mausoleum,
Our orchestra is set up in caskets,
Our lights are the caught fireflies in broken webs,
And our numbers grow as we wake the residents. Read more »
My body woven
Strung against the outskirts,
Hidden away from
And passive people.
Darting and shifting from
The light of reality.
I am a ghost,
You could say.
Easing my way
Through life's crevices
And reaching my own
And one mendedRead more »
Black cats and broken mirrors
Don’t compare at all
To the horrible spooky feeling
When I recieve a telemarketer phone call.
How do these people know my phone number?
Is someone tracking me?
Finding and stealing my personal facts
That no-one but me should see?
Google’s decided that I’m an old woman
Sixty-three years old. What should I do?
My interests are recorded from my searches
Apparently, I live in Australia, too. Read more »
Her voice is the thick smoke rising from
sparks darting upward to vanish in the stars;
my love, she is the cool breeze between the bare
branches, dancing through flaming leaves;
the sweet warmth of cinnamon and fresh-brewed tea.
She lives for the lightning flashes,
the pelting rain and crash of thunder--
she catches the light between her teeth and her words sparkle with
My love, she is the space between the stars,
wispy clouds twisting between points of light,
she is the sweet smell of dewy grass under the blanket, Read more »
i dedicate this
to an old friend,
a gray suitcase on the basement floor.
i dedicate this
to the buried feeling
of getting lost
in a beautiful city
and Read more »
I've known you since before time began
And I've loved you forever since.
I loved you before the stars were in the sky-
When there was still light in your eyes.
I have loved you forever and a day,
In every single way,
But I can't think how to say
It and I think that you may
So I guess this will have to do,Read more »
"i've never been to the fair,”
and at her words
my heart does that painful twist
it's been known to do
of inconceivable sorrow.
I never meant for disarray
to sneak upon me thus:
The dustbin is full - I’ve nowhere to put
my things –
water drips on week-old dishes
whose filth I will not touch,
- I haven’t eaten since Tuesday last –
and fans kick the dirt around
into my sheets and skin.
- 11:11 AM and PM comes
and goes –
I wish for mirrors without cracks just in time: Read more »
He was perfection in my arms
But I did not hear the alarms
I was so unafraid, but then
You came along and made it end
The world crashed down, I couldn’t see
His slow decay with you, not me.
Now you ask me to your house for
Some tea, but I’ve been there before
Beside empty teabags it’s filled
With rats and filth and unpaid bills
But mostly it’s stuffed to the brim Read more »
In the magical land of diz
there was a cool math wiz
he talked to the girls
his hair had curls
but he still never had kidz
plip, plop, pitter-pat
snap, crack, sizzle, pop
woof, bark, bow-wow
meow, sniff, slash, hiss Read more »
Oh, little boy
why do you have to be so down?
your eyes sparkle with your tears,
your smile has turned into a frown.
oh, little boy,
you look happier now.
but you still have that sullen look.
how can i help you, how?
Oh, little boy,
I will help you if i can.
hold out your arm, little boy,
and we will walk, hand in hand.
you watch the clock,
the deadlines very near.
you havn't writen a single thing-
you shed a little tear.
the horrible truth,
it happens to young and old.
wether on the run or in a job,
their story can not be told.
I need someone
To be my white line
I can't drive through
Without the guide
Of the line
Am I to go through this snowstorm alone?
I need that guide
I need something
Marking the line
That I cannot cross
Those blue headlights
May catch my attention
They may illuminate me
Make me feel good
They'll blind me Read more »
I shove the image out of my head
I am done
As it registers
Their shock and confusion
I am glad
I wanted it to be graphic
I wanted to scare them
Each and every person
On the planet
I wanted to show them
What they were doing Read more »
Long ago, there was a time when the Earth was smaller, rendering the transition from day to night much shorter. The sun could blanket the entire face of the planet in it's light, warming the ground so that even at the Poles the water remained fluid. Winter, however, was lonely.
In the northern lands, a cool season had been born: Autumn. Succedent of Summer, Autumn brought fiery colors to the trees of the northern lands. As opposed to Spring, Autumn cooled the land instead of gently warming it. After a period of shedding, Spring would blow it's healing breath across the land and bring new life. Summer reigned supreme in all parts of the world, and had allowed Spring and Autumn to make their domain away from the equator known. Winter had hoped to be the next allowed to claim the land at a given time of the year, but Summer deemed it far too cold. "The sun, whose power I wield, would look upon you with an evil gleam and melt your soul into the Earth," it said. Read more »
If you want to show the masses
How the Napoleonics went,
Don't do so through the glasses
Of the Point-Oh-One Percent.
a note - this is the best attempt i've made in the realm of fiction. i would love criticism as i want to improve this further.
They had not known each other for six months before Will asked Candy to marry him. He had only been telling her that he loved her for about two months, but each time the sentence gained more truth. Candy counted these milestones and stored the statistics in her head as she silently graphed their relationship. She found numbers everywhere: in the freckles behind his right ear, in his four o’clock shadow, in the way his hip bones jutted out just the tiniest bit. And she picked up the nuances more than the milestones; small little twitches of his mouth made her reach out and hold his chin in her hands; the way he said her name sometimes with the two syllables heavy as stone made her think it was the only thing that mattered. These tiny moments sloped the graph of their relationship more than anything else did. Read more »
please understand this
compulsively peeling chips of paint from the wall to my left
to the floor under your semi-bare feet
and my teeth
from a pencil last chewed before 2nd grade
until this night, Read more »
You just sat there,
Leaving me alone,
I asked you for help,
You just sat there,
I needed you,
You just sat there,
I begged, cried, pleaded,
You just sat there,
I left you,
You asked me why,
I just sat there.
Beer bottles and cans
left on sidewalks.
By misspelled hearts and
sold for silver and gold.
Already rich in fears and hopes
If pain was money then darling,
I'd be a billionaire.
Ice flakes off the cars Read more »
This is the beginning of a short story I'm working on, and I would REALLY REALLY love it if someone could give me feedback on whether or not I should run with this idea. Thanks!
I fill you with black coffee; it’s the night with no stars, and it’s the unforgiving tar of car wheels. At least that particular car wasn't forgiving to him; it was indirectly cruel to me. At times it seems that I may have been God’s intended target. But that’s a awfully self-centered way of looking at it, now isn’t it.
I don’t add any milk. I hope you don’t mind. I try to keep you warm most of the time, but I couldn’t today since it’s raining outside and I had to carry you here. I have to say, you collect water quite well, but I suppose that’s not too surprising, since your intended purpose is to hold liquids. But I wouldn’t blame you if you let it spill out sometimes; I know it happens to me sometimes.
Frost covered the windows of my house; small swirling patterns sparkling in the shining sun. It gave me a small smile, but it wasn’t enough to make me grin from ear to ear. I wanted snow to come. Days led to weeks, and weeks led to months, and I waited. I have been waiting since at least the middle of October; it is now two days into December. My mother suggests I go to the mountain, but I don’t ski or snowboard. I admit that I would be nice to see the snow since it’s too warm at my house for it to fall, but I would feel too awkward to be the kid just standing there while my friends shred the slopes. Read more »
I feel a gentle tap, tap-tapping, at my shoulder,
a showing of things unknown, pointing onward
to new horizoins, and places to go and see.
Turning I walk onward to the new places unseen,
untouched by the likes of people like me.
I feel a gentle tug, a turning towrads the tug,
a beckoning to go and see, to watch and feel,
to be shown what is wonderous and what,
cannot be compared to the wonderful and fantastic.
I, who walk, see the world of wonder.
I notice a soft pushing, an urgent summons, Read more »
You’re kind of cracked,
And your scar runs along your inside,
and peeks to the front where
glaze flakes like rust.
It ocassionally opens more red in my mouth
as it grazes the
crest of my lips.
You’re rather blotchy,
with stains of brown
because someone left
you in the sink too long
a few too many
But I don’t mind all too
as long as you still have the worn handle he used toRead more »
A Poem to the most Beautiful Girl (Version 1- Scribble) (Please tell me if you think this is worth slamming)Submitted by flaming tears on Mon, 11/18/2013 - 2:12am
Sometimes people ask me why I don't have a girlfriend.
And when I think about it, it's not because I couldn't be dating someone if I tried its
because I'm apathetic to the idea.
Because how could any girl impress me when I've seen you with
a smile that could span nations if your face was big enough?
Because how could any girl make an impact when I've seen
the skip in your step and have heard the
rhythm of your voice?
How am I supposed to love someone who waxes and wanes like the moon
when I know that you would never leave me?
You are the one girl in the world who could look me in the eyes and
see through to my soul.
And you still wouldn't hate me for the thoughts in my head and
I can't say that about anyone else.
That you would look into my soul and love me
not in spite of my flaws,
but love my little quirks like you love me.
And it takes a special girl to love the way IRead more »
Sometimes, I want to say thank you.
And, I mean, everyone.
I want to thank the people that shaped my childhood,
From my various neighbors,
To Pastor Roger,
Who I don't remember anything about now,
Except his name,
And how exceptionally tall and kind he was
When I was four or five years old.
I want to thank the friends that I've grown apart from
And the new people I've met,
Because what would I be today
If not for someone who called me names,
And people who brushed it off with me.
And teachers and teachers and teachers,
Because, imagine this,
They taught me so much,
But not just about algebra, but about hard work, and patience,
And things that we will actually use in life. Read more »