Slenderman -3-Slenderman -3-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I actually never thought of that before.
In his pondering, he ceased his hold on the boy he possessed. The person got up and tried to run. Slenderman got back to his senses and jumped to his own feet. He almost caught the boy again when I stepped out of my circle in the opposite direction. I saw my chance to escape and took it. He sensed that and turned to me, but I was too far away now. He stood there, torn on who to pursue.*
*Because of this, both the boy and myself managed to get away. This may have infuriated Slenderman.
Another, more abrupt time-lapse took place. I saw the images of myself finding hiding places in classrooms, but shortly ditching them, regardless if Slenderman was anywhere nearby. I finally found myself in a strange, blank room that reminded me of a nurse's office. I found all of the other teens from before there, lying on their backs. They were all lying on their own salt pinnacles, and I found one for myself. In time, too: Slenderman was in the open
Slenderman -5-Slenderman -5-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I really question your taste in food!"*
*Monster Rancher is an animated show from my childhood. I rewatched it recently with my brother, which could explain why this was influenced.
For some reason, the refreshment table was on a higher level, because I had to jump down onto the main stage. I shoved the pretzel in front of Suezo's eye.
"I need this! You hear me?" I practically shouted. I felt delirious. "The Slenderman's after me, and I need something with salt, and"
I look to the entrance of the amphitheater and beheld an unusual and morbid sight. I saw Slenderman standing there, but with no head on his shoulders. His head was in the hands of one of the rough-looking bikers who were fighting him. Slenderman took back his head, and the biker's eyes rolled back and he toppled forward, dead. Slenderman put his head back on his neck, his connection audibly known by a few cracks. Then he proceeded to approach the stage. There was nothing stopping him now. It was up to me to e
Slenderman -Overview-Slenderman -Overview-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 2nd, 2011.
As I'm writing this, I am extremely sick. I was ill earlier this week, but I couldn't shake the sickness off, and it just hit me more severely. I'm bedridden and forced to sweat it out as I sleep. That gives me plenty of time to dream.
Before I dive into the most prominent dream I've had lately, I have to explain some things. Primarily, the Slenderman and the Midnight Man; both myths as far as I know.
The Slenderman is a monster thought to have abducted children and haunted adults. It's described as an abnormally-tall bald man with tentacle-hands and a tuxedo. I don't believe the Slenderman exists I heard his existence was born on internet forums, but the topic always sends chill up and down my spine. In my dream, he looked essentially the same (tall, faceless), but he may have developed fingers or a mouth along the way.
Now, the Midnight Man is a little different, but creepy all the same. My friend's sister explained it to me. There is a pagan ritu
Slenderman -1-Slenderman -1-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Third Person Point of View.
I was walking through a small passage that connected one crescent road to another. I was walking with a bearded, middle-aged man, and I think I recognized him as a neighbour (he had that familiar feel about him). He was carrying a garbage bag, which made me wonder why he was going to such lengths to take out the trash. We walked on, when from across the street an elderly woman called out to us. She beckoned us toward her, to a diorama she had set up in her garage. The whole display seemed very inviting.
"Can magicians talk with normal people?" my neighbour asked me. I shrugged.
"I don't see why not."
We crossed the street and stepped into her garage. She stood behind the table as if she was selling something, or presenting. It was the latter of the two, because she went into length about the scene she created. Essentially, it was a model of a small village, with circular, domed houses and buildings. I don't remember exactly everything s
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spokenThe tenderness that's her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Denial.I know I'm in denial,Denial.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Saying I don't love her.
But I still say it all the while,
Because I have been hurt.
I know I should stop this,
I know I should just face it.
But I can't face up to this,
I can only run away from it.
I know that I still love her,
I would take her back in a heartbeat,
But as I can't have her,
I lie to myself, looking down at my feet.
I know that I still love her,
But Denial is my only friend.
The ShadowA messenger, a God of DeathThe Shadow2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching your every step
Following your trail
Holding your fate
Clutching your soul
In his cold, dead hands...
No worries. We react with sadnessNo worries.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the time of darkness
So it’s okay to cry
Because life can be rough at times
From that you will learn
So you won’t be hurt anymore
Every moment has a reason
You’ll get something in return
Slenderman -2-Slenderman -2-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slenderman was standing there, peering in.*
Or it felt like it. He doesn't really have eyes, but he can see.
Everyone except myself started screaming, and the thought of running didn't enter their minds until he opened the door. He was moving slowly and easily, confident. I think he believed he had all of us cornered. Well, by that time, we all booked it; everyone for themselves. I dropped or purposely abandoned the camera, and the dream returned to third-person point of view.
There was a time-lapse, and the scene before me was a long, pale-white hallway with some doors and no lockers. I recognized this to be the basement pathway that lead to the Technology Wing. I wasn't in that hallway, but I watched someone else enter it. He went down it in a rush, but stopped suddenly to inspect the ground. There was a pinnacle constructed with grains of salt sitting there. I didn't understand who was responsible for drawing it, but I could only assume its existence was influenced by th
Maybe.Fist fights and battles in my headMaybe.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll always remember what you said...
The day you lied.
Glass shattered all over the dirt
I'll always remember your last words...
The day you died.
I could have saved you, love.
I should have saved you, love.
I would have saved you, love...
Then maybe we could both still be
Haunting my mindHaunting my mindHaunting my mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Country music, church, that certain smell,
Big hugs, cowboy hats, Oklahoma,
Long car rides, Whoppers, doughnuts,
Summer, dodge trucks, and movies on my birthday.
These simple things remind me of you
But most of all I see you when I look in the mirror
I see you stare back at me
And can’t help but look away
The sharp pain in my chest
When you come to mind
You’d think I’d be over it by now
But you wander in every day
I really wish you wouldn't
It’s hard enough to forget
Without you coming and going as you please
I’m begging you, leave me be
The daily reminders are killing me
Your face flashes in my mind
And a sadness rushes over me
Sometimes for seconds or even hours
I think of you often, more than you’ll ever know
Do you think of me as much as I think of you?
Do you long and wish and hope that things could go back to the way they were?
I do sometimes; I wish you were in my life
And in my heart, like a real father would be
Your FatherYour Father-Your Father1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You scream at your dad
He’s too over bearing
What you don’t see
Is that’s his way of caring
He’s always in your business
And calls you when you’re gone
Making sure you’re safe
Wanting to know what's going on
He gives you no privacy
And just doesn’t understand
What you want to do and say
“Stop holding my hand!”
He looks at you like a child
When really you’ve all grown up
You bicker back and forth
Yelling at him to shut up
He doesn’t always listen
Or buys you what you want
Embarrassing you in public
The way he constantly taunts
He scares away your boyfriends
And gives you a hard time
Laughing if off like it’s nothing
But to you it’s a horrendous crime
He’s just a bit over weight
And has a bit of a gut
He’s always getting on to you
To wear shorts that cover your butt
But you are his everything
His world and his heart
Loving you no matter w
The Cure for a Cure?The cure for a cure?The Cure for a Cure?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I used to nightmares but they were replaced by sweet dreams of you
But these sweet dreams changed into bitter nightmares that can never be true
Not like the first ones of violence, gore and death
But heart breaking ones of you taking away another girl’s breathe
I sit and I watch as you sweep a different girl off her feet
Or watch in horror as I see you cheat
Things I know would never really happen for to noble are you
But each time I see it happen I don't know what to do
I just watch in heartbreaking agony as you slip through my fingers once more
Leaving me with the broken tattered pieces to my heart that you tore
I can't seem to get away from these bad dreams no matter how much I run
Wanting to wake up so bad as I anxiously wait for the sun
I may not cry and I may not shout from these horrible dreams
But I find that I remember them with more detail than the ones with screams
If you were my cure before what do I do now?
For now you're my nightmare and that's