So, I fall down...I'm tired of climbing up, when I just fall down.So, I fall down...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of being here, when I'm already gone.
I'm don't want you, even though you want me.
I can no longer live, but I still breathe.
I can stand, so I fall down, down, down
Down, down, down
My wings are gone, for wings they aren't.
Sticks and stones never got very far.
They sink in the ocean, and fall down pits.
But I have yet to reach the bottom.
I cannot fly, so I fall down, down, down
The pit will take me, the darkness is me.
Me is the thing I no longer see.
I'm blind, so I fall down, down, down
I'm feel no pain; there never was any.
Everything is gone, so I fall down, down, down
So, I fall down, down, down.
Haters gonna hate"You're not bi-sexual, you're a whore."Haters gonna hate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Begging for attention, and nothing more."
I've heard all of these things today,
And frankly, I'm pissed, and have this to say:
No poetry, no words of rhyme.
Nothing wasted on you, no more of my time.
Lillian DreamsI wish to tell you all about someone very near and dear to me. Her name is Lillian Dreams. Every day I see her and though her voice is sweet and enticing, I cannot listen to her.Lillian Dreams7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She is the voice that keeps me in bed in the morning, makes me miss the bus or go to school with one eye done but the other shamefully lacking eyeliner. Her voice is sweet for she is a succubus. She calls to me as my alarm goes off each morning.
"Sydney," she calls, "Sydney, feel how warm your bed is. One more snooze won't hurt anyone. You have plenty of time, just relax."
Some mornings it takes all I have to resist. Lillian Dreams is seductive though, she never gives up. Some days I deal with her more than once. I will be learning quadratic equations in algebra when I will hear that oh so familiar siren calling my name.
"Sydney, you don't really like this math do you? Why do you listen when tha
Minotaurlaugh at her, though; throw her to the ground and listen to the sound of her head crack. Minotaur ladies with their horns in their heads, their skulls cracking with the remorse and the berries, berries and flowers round the hard, delicate pieces of bone protruding from their heads. make something out of it; do not think that the lady is not quite as perfect as you wish her to be; only she gets to decide if she is. but here is another goddess, another shining stature, and you cannot help but understand her in the same way you misunderstood all the others. this is the yawning touch, the everglades and swamps as they passed though, as they always called out to you and listened but did not ever speak, just listened and damned you to hell as they did. and you forgave them, the same way you forgive all of them, just as untamed and unique as they always were, you did not understand but you walked on anyway, through the treacherous pain and the loved, sailing boats. peaches and watermelon lineMinotaur2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Scariest Day of My LifeYesterday was the anniversary of the scariest day of my life.The Scariest Day of My Life7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
A year ago on that day, a Junior brought a gun into school.
I was walking down from my first class to gym when I heard a sound... like a textbook being thrown to the ground. But then I heard more textbooks dropping. Why were they dropping? After that there are no sounds in my memory. I remember a calm in my mind and then a nauseating panic that gripped me as the people around me started running and shoving away from those sounds. I'm told by those who were closer that there was a blinding white smoke, but all I remember was the indescribable fear I felt, like nothing I've ever felt before. I've been afraid before, dark basements when I was little, people jumping out at me, horrible nightmares, but nothing compared to that feeling. I hope I never feel that way again.
I was running, or at least going with the flow. I went where they threw m
The Chase pt 2The Chase pt 27 years ago in Horror More Like This
The fall had knocked out Isaac. He had felt the air expelled from his body and then there was darkness everywhere like a cold suffocating blanket. The next sensation he felt was pain. Groaning, Isaac had sat up and checked himself over for broken bones or sprains. Thankfully, the only injury he had sustained was a large bruise on his side that still was very painful. Isaac saw that a pile of leaves had broken his fall. Then a thought had struck the unfortunate boy. Why was there a unnaturally large pile of leaves lying in the middle of the forest? Isaac had grabbed the strap from his backpack and carefully climbed off the pile of leaves. It wasnt much later that he realized that the leaves were a home for a fearsome creature that thought him tasty and the chase had begun, his backpack left far behind.
After the sun had made its descent far below the horizon, the deep darkness made i
Facing the outsideThere is a red wall, cold, heavy, and still. It separates us from the outside, the throng of anxious people all waiting for the wall to separate so that we can be presented to them. All behind the wall feel tension in our inevitable fate. Each word we speak is hushed yet echoes in the still air, as though our words are still carefree and worryless. The queen next to my trunk paces the floor, her feet making muted clicks from her heels. Such is the electricity of the room that the quietness is unsettling. The knight stands next to the red wall, his shining armor seemingly out of place in the dim room. The helmet of his silver armor is under his left arm as he uses his right hand to cup his ear in an attempt to amplify the stirring crowd outside. I know he will hear nothing but the buzz as if a hive of angry bees were waiting. His face has an appearance as calm as an ocean breeze, but the lFacing the outside7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Absolute Truth pt 1There is a reason that people hide who they are and how they feel from those around them. There is a reason why creatures have the ability to lie, to act, to compensate. Without the veil of a much more composed human, society would fall to ruin. The idea of an honest, frank society is a nice one, but if everyone bared everything all of the time, there would be chaos. To show every insecurity, every flaw, every thought, the human race would simply not survive through the day.Absolute Truth pt 17 years ago in Horror More Like This
Jan wanted truth. She wanted the whole hurtful truth, word for word, to be told to her though it would feel as though a branding iron were searing her skin. She wanted the words to pass from his lips and reach her ears, drilling into her brain. At least she thought she did. She gripped her delicate wine glass with her long pale fingers; her carefully manicured fire engine red nails clicking against the glass as she brought the r
The FigureI see the figure in the dark. He... no, she? It stands silent and calculating, waiting for me to mess up, to slip up. That dark presence will not be so lucky. I will never surrender- never give up my position. I stay ever vigilant even if it follows me to the ends of the earth like a bad memory. If I blink it goes away but soon I see it once again in the corner of my eye, not a trick of the light. They tell me Im crazy. Im not being watched, they say, but they dont know the truth. They dont know whats going on, they cant understand. There is no peace from my ever-present phantom. These lonely nights alone in my room, playing old beetles albums over and over because that tricks them. They dont like music. Neither do I. I was always a country music fan and am more so now that I can recite everyThe Figure7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
AbandonedGhost towns can result from a medley of different causes. Many have to be abandoned because of hazards to public health like radiation or unsafe drinking water. Others are abandoned because of dangers like a collapsed plumbing system underground or a fire. Some are situated in areas where no one has any interest any longer. Others are abandoned because of potential dangers like unstable ground or floods. The government, forcing all inhabitants to leave, can expropriate the land. Sometimes it can be difficult to tell which reason there was for the abandonment.Abandoned7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Without the discerning eyes or instruments of an expert, Spring Village Nebraska looked as though it could have been abandoned for any of those causes. The town was completely devoid of all human or animal activity. Brown weeds crawled up through the cracks in the streets and through the mortar of the buildings. Broken glass from the
People around me are brokenIn front of me is a holePeople around me are broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see faces break surface from it, gasping for air
Their fingers swim out from the darkness, they claw at me
Pull them out, pull me in, it's all the same
Every day carries me further to a mortal end
And every breath draws me closer to this hole
Aging caterpillars that die in their chrysalis
Am I doomed, or is this merely the circle of life?
The Wise FarmerI sat with my grandfather on a bench in the park, my young legs swinging off of the edge unable to touch the ground as I munched on a banana. It was spring then, evidenced by the fragrance of blooming flowers drifting through the air and the gentle breeze against our skin. I was grinning broadly.The Wise Farmer7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When my grandfather visited it was always special. Eagerly I waited each month for him to arrive, my heart lifting in my chest in excitement and tiny fists clenched in apprehension. When the moment I had waited for arrived and he was at my door, I would rush up and be wrapped in a big, warm hug especially for me. He smelled of soap and dust, a scent that made me feel warm and safe.
Before arriving at the park that day, something interesting happened. We began our walk; I hopped around cracks and chattered on about nothing while my grandfather held my hand firmly, my hand nearly lost inside his large but gentle grip. It was a nice day, the oak pollen fell from the sky like rain, and