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
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.
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
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
I Still Hear YouI stand still in the rainI Still Hear You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to wash away the pain
It falls harder on my head
I wish it hadn't been said
The sound pounds in my ears
The raindrops hide my salty tears
The thunder silences my cries
My heart breaks from your lies
The sky does cry for me
It shares my agony
The earth shakes from the sound
As my knees hit the ground
Why'd you lie to me?
I thought it was meant to be
Then you say i'm not the one
That it was over,we were done
You'd asked me for my hand
Said you have such big plans
We'd even set the date
In spring,but not too late
My eyes water from fresh tears
I'd wasted three whole years
Planning to marry you
Then you left for someone new
As i lay here on the ground
I still can hear the sound
Of you walking out that door
Leaving me here forevermore
LoveIt doesn't come easyLove2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It doesn't come quick
It can make you feel happy
Or make you feel sick
It can make you feel powerful
It can make you feel "hip"
But can also make you fall
And make you lose your grip
When you meet him, you wait for the words
The words you hope are true
When he kisses your lips and tenderly says
"I'll always love only you"
Sticks and stonesSticks and stonesSticks and stones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
May break my bones
But words will
Pierce my heart
May heal soon
May never start
So throw your stones
Break my bones
Shatter each and
Every one to dust
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
Will always haunt me
Maybe.Fist fights and battles in my headMaybe.9 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
If You Really Knew MeIf you really knew me-If You Really Knew Me2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
If you really knew me,
You'd know I look as happy as can be,
I smile, I laugh,
The opposite of gaffe,
But deep down,
I'm not the class clown.
I suffer, I hurt,
And feel like dirt.
My smile is rehearsed and fake,
Deep down no one sees my heart ache.
My parent's divorced and the age of three,
Meaning I could no longer be free.
Choose me, no me!
Who's it gonna be?
Mom who loves you with all her heart?
Or dad who you never wish to be apart?
Choose one or the other,
Father or Mother?
You'd know: that my mom got remarried.
And for nine months she carried,
My little brother, a loveable child,
Although just a bit wild.
He soon began to grow,
And before we know,
He's eight years old becoming a man.
And that's when it all began,
His father had stared to shout,
And in our hearts he planted doubt.
And to his little boy he would abuse,
Trying to hide every bruise,
He'd yell and flail,
And think himself right because he was male.
So my mom and he separated,
The three of us dev
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"Money can't buy happiness.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.
But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.
But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.
I Love YouWhenever I see youI Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart skips a beat,
It makes me warm
just to know you are there
in the room
Can the heart be explained
by science? Theology?
No, nothing can determine
how the heart will grow,
Though I may come to resent
my longing, my desire,
my love for you,
In my heart, I know it's true,
that I love you.