Our AngelOur Angel
Flying to Heaven
To walk with her Lord
Taken from this earth
To be his Angel
He just wanted to call her home
Dont worry she is calling out
"I love you all"
Please don't worry bout me
Im happy where I am
Remember Im yalls
Our Angel taken away
To be another Angel
Dont worry she is calling down
Im always in yalls heart
Im not far
Yall can talk to me
Any time of day
No limit to me
Im just calling to say
"My Family and Friends
Dont worry about me
Im another one of
and Ill see yall each one day."
Our Anger calling down
Can't wait to see yall again
For Im always in yalls heart
I love yall with all my loving heart
Waiting for yall's day to come home
Emotions FallI sit in this lonely dark roomEmotions Fall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a corner
Pain Regret Sadness
Falling to pieces
As I watch the world
Around Me turn
Rage Anger Dispair
Fighting with all this
Darkness Hurting Tears
My world on the inside
Everything that is left
Nothing is left
Me myself and I
Vivisection - 14 I was glad to find myself feeling refreshed when I woke up the next morning (well, the same morning), having forgotten memories of earlier. In fact, I felt in a good mood in general. As I sat up and ran a hand through my sleep-ruffled hair, I smiled at remembering yesterday afternoon. Me and Greg had kissed. He liked me. A lot. I liked him a lot as well. Resisting the urge to hug a pillow and giggle girlishly to myself, I stood up and comtemplated what I had to do today.Vivisection - 146 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This morning was the first time in a long time that I had woken up without feeling depressed. Normally, I'd just mope around the house, not feeling up to venturing outside because of lack of confidence or effort. But today, I decided, was going to be different.
I blasted Cobra Starship from the stereo as I prepared myself some scrambled eggs and toast; I was feeling relatively happy, not patient enough to make myself anything more exquisite. Besides, I had no food left in the house a
Vivisection - 8 "So, where are you off to now?" I asked Greg after the form-time bell.Vivisection - 87 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Art. It's because of my photography. You need a qualification in Art to get a job in photography. I'm taking Graphics as well, for photo manipulation and stuff."
"I take that," I mused.
"Graphics buddy!" he smiled, looking like he was about to pounce on me. I'm glad he refrained: it would have been very embarrassing otherwise.
"I'll be your only 'buddy' if you don't stop glaring at anyone who comes near us."
"That's perfectly okay with me. There are some really skanky people around here anyway."
"You're telling me."
"You're not a skanky person."
"I should hope not."
I suddenly found myself wondering when the last time was that I had spoken so much in one day. I'm not sure if I ever had spoken this much, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. This had to be an improvement. It had started to sink
Vivisection - 3 After cleaning myself up (and having breakfast), it was time for me to change into the clothes I would be wearing for the majority of this fine day. I'll admit, it was a pretty cool attire. I wore a pure white shirt with the blackest possible jacket and tie. Black slacks and formal shoes completed the basic outfit, but I loved the top hat I was wearing with it. It made me feel... victorian. Feeling flamboyant, I outlined my eyes in black and smudged more black eyeshadow around them, giving me a ghostly complexion which actually suited the apparel amazingly. I wish I had a cane to carry around with me... That would be cool.Vivisection - 38 years ago in Teen More Like This
I borrowed my Mum's hair straighteners, working their magic yet at the same time wondering why the hell I was making such an effort. I suppose that this was a great deal of fun to me, considering my usual daily activities were rather daunting. Maybe I could attract someone's attention at this wedding and make a friend. Yeah right. Perha
Vivisection - 10 I ran upstairs as soon as I made it home, so desperate for my own familiar bedroom with its familiar items and comforts, and one item in particular.Vivisection - 107 years ago in Teen More Like This
I had driven myself insane with thinking on the bus. Greg had been looking at me, I was certain of it: the only thing I didn't know was why. Did he really find me attractive, as he'd claimed? Was he winding me up, adding in intricate details to some plot that would further depress me? Well, that was certainly working. My head was hurting from all of my thoughts, yet I could not get rid of them. I didn't know what to believe, which frustrated me greatly.
With reluctance, I came to the conclusion that Greg had spoken with honesty just before we returned to the changing rooms. I wondered vaguely if he was deluded, but didn't dwell on it. Where did he see the beauty that I so longed to find yet never found?
Devastated, I'd left the bus and almost ran to my house, startling passers-by. And now, he
Vivisection - 6 Oh my God. Ew!Vivisection - 67 years ago in Teen More Like This
These thoughts came to mind before I even had chance to open my eyes the next morning. My hand was extremely warm and horribly sticky, and it took me a moment to figure out why. I blushed insanely and groaned as I realised that my hand was down the front of my underwear, and was covered in my own bodily fluid. I wasn't naïve enough to not know what had happened, but I felt strangely embarrassed and confused, as nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Cheeks heated, I withdrew my hand and flinched in disgust as I saw it, scurrying to the bathroom to wash it as fast as I could.
I decided I should have a shower to clean myself completely, and pulled off my sleepwear quickly, clambering into the shower and turning the water on. I sighed as the water pounded down on me, enjoying its heat and ignoring the stinging on my wrists and chest. Hot water especially hurts in cuts.
Apparently, I'd had some enjoyable
Vivisection - 4 This place was disgusting.Vivisection - 48 years ago in Teen More Like This
Okay, it wasn't. The venue was absolutely gorgeous, spacious and well decorated with the most beautiful garden area. The food was delicious and the rooms nicely lit, but the atmosphere disgusted me. People were speaking, but they weren't really talking to each other. Words were spoken to pass the time, to fill the silence, to give the impression that all of these people cared about each other and what they had to say. It was all so fake. The thing that got to me the most was the fact that this room was filled with people, yet not one of them had attempted to speak to me.
If they had done, I would have tried to respond, even though I probably didn't want to speak to them in the beginning. It was the thought that counted, but none of these guests really cared for each other. I couldn't understand how they were all having a good time, because I felt like I was suffocating. I needed to get out of here. I hated these peop
Vivisection - 2 My ears stung with the insistant ringing of the alarm clock, its pointless noise frustrating me. Angered, I hit it and rolled over in my bed, trying to remember why on earth I had set it to awaken me at this mournful hour. It wasn't school, and even if it was I didn't care about being late. Just listen to me; I sound like some stupid chav who would slack in their studies and amount up to nothing in life. Well, I was going to amount up to nothing in my life, but I still study and work hard. What else is there to do?Vivisection - 28 years ago in Teen More Like This
My tired eyes peeped open and I groaned as I saw the freshly cleaned suit hanging from my wardwobe. It was Aunt Briony's wedding this afternoon, and I was obliged to attend, even though I didn't particularly want to. But my parents were going, and maybe it would be better than being alone.
Breathing in a deep yawn, I sat up and clambered out of bed, flinching in pain. It didn't bother me: I woke up in some sort of pain every morning
Vivisection - 13 The light-hearted mood faded after several minutes, sinking into a more serious atmosphere. Greg's hands were holding onto mine, tracing patterns over my knuckles. It felt good to know that I could hold someone like this, and that I could also be held if I desired.Vivisection - 137 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry for acting like an arsehole to everyone at school this week. Y'know, with the glaring and stuff..."
I frowned, puzzled. "Yes, you were doing a lot of glaring. You don't need to apologise."
"I just... I saw the way you looked at them and how they looked at you, with spite... It hurt me. I didn't want them near you. I... I suppose I just want to protect you. There's just something about you... I don't know..."
My face coloured, and I tried to shuffle closer to him. Biting my lip slightly, I pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Realising what I had done, my face coloured and I looked away. I felt less ashamed when
Vivisection - 11 Ask him, Victor.Vivisection - 117 years ago in Horror More Like This
C'mon, just do it! The worst thing he can say is 'no'.
Actually, it's not. He could hurl disgusting insults at me, reminding me just how worthless I am. He could flinch in horror, hiding his disgust with an apology for leading me on or giving me the wrong idea.
Just ask him! Don't you deserve to take a chance for once?
I don't deserve anything. Besides, if Greg truly was interested in being my friend, wouldn't he have asked me something like this by now?
Give the guy a break; he only moved in on Sunday.
That was true, I supposed. But no matter how comfortable he could make me feel, asking him something like this seemed so difficult. I wanted so desperately to be his friend, to be like him so that he might like me more. I didn't want to mess it up by doing something unexpected.
Greg's words from the Games lesson on Monday still hung
Vivisection - 7 I yawned from a night of stressful sleep, closing the front door behind me. It was half past eight in the morning, and I was dreading school, due to my inability to sleep properly the previous night. My thoughts had been plagued with various scenarios that might unfold between me and Greg, where he would realise he'd been an idiot for befriending me. Ugh, why couldn't I believe it when something good happened to me?Vivisection - 77 years ago in Teen More Like This
I'd felt disheartened yesterday after Greg left, leaving me completely isolated in a room full of people. Again. But he had had to leave to go to his new home, even if it didn't look like he'd wanted to. He probably had though, thankful to get away from me. I bet he only stayed to talk to me out of guilt or something like that, enjoying leading me on through the delusion of friendship.
But then I thought about the way he'd greeted me. After pulling away, his eyes seemed to hold genuine excitement, and then he kissed me... My God, I
Vivisection - 9 Colour flooded my cheeks and I cringed insanely as I realised why Greg had been looking forward to our Games lesson. I'd tried to ignore him at first, convinced that I was imagining things, seeing them as I secretly wanted them to be. But as I stole quick glances at him, I realised that my instincts had been correct. He would not or could not stop staring at me.Vivisection - 97 years ago in Teen More Like This
I had felt humiliated in the knowledge that Greg had been watching inconspicuously as I removed my trousers and put on my shorts, trying to pretend he wasn't there. I didn't want him to see me. I didn't want to put him off me in any way. I feared he'd suddenly notice a prominent deformity that repulsed him, and then move on and find someone else to be friends with. Yet at the same time, it sort of felt good that someone was looking at me. I'd never deemed myself particularly attractive, but if Greg was looking at me like that, then maybe I wasn't the ugly monster I saw in the mirror each day.
ForgottenI've forgotten your smile,Forgotten4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That bright, radiant smile,
That would show itself so often,
And when it left,
I'd be begging for it's return.
I've forgotten your eyes,
Those deep, sable eyes,
The ones I got lost in,
The ones you made me look at when we talked,
But I secretly didn't mind
I've forgotten your face,
That beautiful, perfect face,
That one that would haunt my dreams,
That one that told me you didn't love me anymore,
The one I...used to love.
I've definitely forgotten all about you.
Vivisection - 16"Oh my God, did you hear?"Vivisection - 165 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I never would have guessed!"
"I just can't believe it To think that he "
The school was buzzing with the news, some students bursting into frenzied tears, horrified. I'll admit, it was surprising to hear all of this, but in hindsight I suppose it was quite ironic.
There had always been something 'off' about Mr Humbert, everyone would agree, but that didn't quench the hysteria that was flooding the school at the fact that he'd been arrested on charges of possessing child pornography.
I supposed I needn't have put so much effort into that History homework for him; he wouldn't be collecting it in.
Greg was unusually quiet and reflective this morning, not trying to engage me in conversation or flirt or even touch me. I supposed he was just trying to respect the sombre mood the school seemed to be in, although I admit I missed the attention: I'd had more than my fair share in these past few days, after 'the in
Lips Like Morphine That horrible clenching sensation attacked my heart again as he walked past. I was used to it by now, so used to it that I actually craved it. It was the best I was ever going to get; a pang in my chest, the opportunity to watch him from afar as he lived his life. Did he even know? Would he ever feel the same? These thoughts plagued me every night, haunted my dreams when I slept. I was an insomniac; my thoughts of him troubled me too much for me to sleep at times.Lips Like Morphine8 years ago in Teen More Like This
He shot a glance in my direction, and it became difficult to breathe. I looked away as fast as I could, allowing my hair to cover my face. Had he caught me staring? Did he know how I felt? My heartrate increased, and heat rushed to my face. Calm down, I told myself. You have to calm down. Don't let him see you like this.
I turned my attention to my exercise book, straining to hear what the teacher was saying over my own frantic heartbeats, the blood pounding in my ears. Maybe if I just igno
Love and VengeanceLove and Vengeance4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fire engulfed my body, sending me to the ground. A Fire-Type Pokemon...curses. Despite my constitution, I cried out. She came to be before I even hit the ground. "STOP! STOP IT!"
I thrashed about on the ground, dousing the flames, but leaving my body charred. I was dirtied, hideous..
She cradled me in her arms, like she had done when I was a Snivy..my head resting against her shoulders.
"Stop..Stop! No more! Stop hurting my Pokemon!!" I looked over, seeing her Gothorita, her Cubchoo, her Gurdurr, her Leavanny and her Victini, all battered and bruised. My lower coils moved and rustled, showing my obvious annoyance.
She called for it to stop...She had called many times, begging for it to stop.
"NO!! NONONO!!" She shrieked. "It's okay, Naja...it's okay..I'm sorry, Naja. I should never have let this happen..it's all my fault." Her green eyes watered, and tears poured down her little cheeks, staining her breast.
I was enraged. How dare anyone make her cry...and over me!
"Serr." I comforted,
MiserySighing with a shudder, Victor tried to calm his breathing, to regulate his heartbeat so that he wouldn't cry. God knows he'd been doing enough of that for his whole life. Yet whenever he told himself he'd kick this habit, he was overcome by a feeling of hopelessness; it wasn't going to happen. He had to stop waiting for something or someone to come along and save him, make him happy so that he wouldn't spend the nights crying or otherwise hurting himself.Misery6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was so utterly miserable that he found himself unable to function sometimes. He just wanted to find beauty in himself, something that would make him desirable to another person so that he might not be so alone any more. He searched and searched, trying to find one of his redeeming features, but only in the areas that a razorblade had kissed did he find something beautiful. They were so entrancing, woven with such care, like a tapestry, lines crossing and intertwinin
Rain I've always loved the rain. Ever since I was young. I loved the way it poured down on me, washed away impurities, cast the sky into a dark shadow. It was thunderstorms I loved the most, the raging noise that most people feared. It called to me, let me know that I was different from all those people who just tried to hide from everything. And it was in a thunderstorm that I met him.Rain8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Evan was unlike anyone I had ever met before. He was open; he didn't try to hide himself. I remember I was just standing there on the pavement, staring up into the sky, wanting the clouds to part and just take me inside. That was when we met.
"Hey!" he said, waving a hand in front of my face.
I was completely drenched, water dripping from my long black hair, my black clothes clinging to my body. I stared at him in amazement. His eyes were amazingly blue, piercing and shocking. His hair was long, blond with the tips dyed black, and he was just a little bit talle
My master...What did I ever do that was so wrong?My master...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why do people like to hurt me?
My species is endangered, you know...
I want a trainer! I want a master, I want someone who will pay attention to me. I want someone who will care for me, not hurt me! Not leave me alone!
Can't my wish be granted?
What am I doing that's so wrong...? Why do people want to hurt me?
"Yes!!" Grinning to himself, the pokemon trainer grabbed his pokeball from off the ground. Having defeated a trainer in battle, he held the pokeball up and smiled. "Good job, dewott..." He muttered to himself as he walked over to the other trainer. Holding out his hand, waiting for the other to shake it.
The girl in front of him just smiled, taking his hand and shaking it. "You're a pretty good trainer!" She happily said. Handing him his reward. The boy took it, thanking her as he turned quickly to go to a pokemon center.
That boy looked so happy battling that girl. I hid from behind the bushes, just watching the battle. I want a
Fighting Off My HeartMy heart screams every time,Fighting Off My Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is hard to ignore,
When i fight it off,
It drops to the floor.
Eventually it will win out,
There is nothing that can be done,
It is like a burning fire inside me,
As a hot as the sun.
HER happiness is what counts,
Despite my dying inside,
But who was there to help her,
When she broke down and cried?
Not him, thats me,
He does not even care,
When she needed help,
He was blissfully unaware.
She needs to know,
But will it even matter?
When its between me and him,
She'll always pick the latter.
So when that day comes,
When I cant take any more,
I will sit here beside her,
And nurse every sore.
I know we will never be,
And that will make my heart bend,
But until it finally breaks,
I will be here till' the end.
Ghost In The Snow A wrenching coldness stung my skin, penetrating through to the bone which may or may not have turned to ice already. I didn't care. No one did. They didn't even know I was here. Even if they did, they wouldn't have bothered coming to find me, not that they'd have succeeded anyway. I was well hidden, completely camouflaged.Ghost In The Snow8 years ago in Teen More Like This
In this type of weather, I was invisible to all. I just wish it was always that way. It's hard to put up with their jeers and chants, pushes and shoves, cruel and uncalled for taunting, and I had finally cracked. Here I was, a ghost in the snow, completely naked and slowly freezing to death. It wasn't comfortable or pleasant, but it was what I wanted. I felt an odd surge of happiness about being able to leave all of these people behind, and hopefully head off to a better place.
I tried to remember how long I'd been this way for. Well, physically, I'd been like this all my life, but I was never really insulted and laughed at for it