Hiding in my closet
With my doll in my arms
I close my eyes and
Cover my ears, and
Pretend that nothings happened
Usually daddy just hits
Mommy once or twice,
But I keep hearing her
Screaming and she begs
Him to stop, I
Hear him say that he
Hates her and he
Wants her to pay
I whisper a prayer for mommy
Because I don't know
What to do, suddenly
I start to cry and
Hope God helps her soon
I hear mommy give a scream so loud
Then it's silent....quiet as a mouse
I slowly come out of my closet
And start looking around the house
There I see mommy
On the kitchen floor,
Lying face down with
Blood all around her
I cry so hard while
holding my doll tight
My daddy is standing
Over her and in his hand
The bloody knife...
He looks at mommy
Then back at me
He looks crazy and
He says ever so softly
"You're a witness."
And I know what's coming
My daddy starts walking
Towards me, with murder
In his dark eyes...
This is the story on
How me and my mommy died...
+Defeated+_written story+Defeated+_written story3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
In the dark I hide
Under the bed
As I watch his
Shadow go by
He's looking for me
So he shuts the bedroom door
He doesn't want me
To escape like I did before
These chills running
Up my spine, are
Causing me to panic
And cry at the same time
Daddy said he
Would stop drinking
Daddy promised that
He would try, but
I guess everything Daddy said
Was nothing more then a lie
When Daddy gets drunk
He goes crazy and
Hits and screams
He beats mommy
Until she's unconscious
Then he goes looking for me
I hear his footsteps
Throughout my room
He looks through my closet
"EMMA WHERE ARE YOU!?"
He's staggering and swearing
He wants to beat me black and blue
Daddy then screams loudly
"YOU EIGHT YEAR OLD BRAT,
WHERE ARE YOU!?!"
He bends down
And looks under my bed
There he finds me
"There you are!" Daddy says
He pulls me out
By my hair, instantly
He starts beating me
Without a care...
An hour or two go by
The beating is finally done
I'm lying on the floor
I'm bleeding and fully numb
.::+Alone+::._written story.::+Alone+::._written story3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There once was a girl
Who was all alone
She used to be happy
Until taken out of
Her comfort zone
She built up walls
They were so tall,
They could reach the sky
She didn't want
To hear the world
And all of its lies
Every day was the same
Tears in the morning and
Tears at night
What was there for her
Besides unhappiness and spite?
She hated the world
She hated herself
She hated everything alive
She just wanted the
Pain to stop, she
Just wanted to die
What future did she have
Nothing but tears and sorrow
Every day would be the same
Because every day was tomorrow
But in her heart
There is still a little
Drop of hope
She wants to be rescued one day
She doesn't want to be alone....
For the Coming Death of MeSnap my neckFor the Coming Death of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or, snap me back
Show me the path
Tell me the truth
Cut my throat
Or, cut out all of the stories lies
Alice can only walk in her wonderland
Before reality over comes her
Stab me in the back
Or, scream your truths in my face
You are now the root
Of a new agonizing fear
Hang me to suffocate
Or, hang out the old photos and give me a reason
to stop and ponder, and wonder once more
The reason behind your actions
Overdose me till I can take no more
Before I choke on the words of the next lie
You planted the seeds of hate
Knowing full wll what you were doing
Let me "slip" and fall off this cliff
Before I fall back into my self destructive habits
The only thing that will truely silence
Silence the voices this new pain has created
Bleed me out
Until your words are written in my blood
Maybe that will make the meaning clear
As I lay in a haze on the floor
Crack my skull
Let the nightmares pour out
See that you are the only thought I have
The center of my panic
But, what ever you do
A New Beginning, pt. 3A New Beginning, pt. 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
新たな始まり- A New Beginning, Vampire Knight Continued
Over the next few weeks, Roy and Rose began to look forward to seeing each other. They'd pass notes by sticking them in between the pages of books they'd pass back and forth.
Roy was beginning to realize that she was abnormal. One day, he'd been stressed about school work, adn she'd said exactly what he needed to hear. Sometimes, she'd answer a question before he'd ask them, or hum the same song he was thinking about.
He was coming up with a plan. He had to know how she was doing it.
I stepped up to the classroom door, annoyed by the light. Why did Yuki Kuran have me running errands during the day?
"Yagari-sensei," I said entering the classroom. It wasn't any of the ones we used during our lessons. It looked more like a college lecture hall.
"Rose," a guy said, sounding shocked. I looked up to see Roy looking at me with surprised eyes. I smiled at him, trying not to feel guilty as the other guys
ugly.She wasn't just beautiful- she was so beautiful that you had to peel away layer by layer, until there was nothing left to see but the ugly truth.ugly.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was the problem, she thought, no one ever looked deep enough. her friends all gushed about how pretty she was and how she wasn't ugly at all, but she simply just didn't understand how they could lie so bluntly to her. She knew she wasn't pretty like so many other girls. She saw the pity in others eyes as their lips twitched for a response and their hands moved through their hair, stalling for already spent time. She believed that her friends believed that she was some kind of beautiful, but they never had to see the monster that saw through her eyes, that felt through her senses, that loved through her heart.
she was beautiful, but she wasn't pretty.
The Fallen OneI see a fallen angel without any wing,The Fallen One3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
falling behind in a foolish comedy.
Lunging for life, revenge, and passion,
feeling his self shattered in repression.
This fallen angel has got long brown hair,
ending in a curl, like a circle of death.
He is destroying his soul with grief,
but winner or loser, he will see the defeat.
This fallen angel has lost his kindness,
he is surrendering every day at the claw of madness.
A torture, he says, when they recall his past,
the truth is that his fear is the chance being the last.
A fallen angel whose rancor leads to doom,
a guilty one, sealed inside a loop.
When he fell from his god's sight,
he promised himself revenge on the light.
Now that fallen angel, writing those words,
accepts his fate as rejected from god.
That fallen angel is spreading new black wings,
and is smiling to a world embracing his life.
Seasonal ShiftAfter Autumn has robbed the treesSeasonal Shift3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of their green foliage splendor,
the sky becomes a steely gray
in anticipation of cold Winter.
After Winter's frosts have chilled,
only the bravest birds still sing
until the sun breaks across the sky
and ushers in beautiful Spring.
After Spring makes the world bright,
she waits for a more luminous comer.
The world is green and days grow longer
with the arrival of scorching Summer.
After Summer's warm days unfold
the rivers run dry to the bottom.
A bountiful harvest waits in the fields
for the entrance of colorful Autumn.
Smile prettyPretty face, gorgeous smile...Smile pretty3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Warm embrace, laugh for a while.
The fondest kiss on her lover's lips
The sweet scent of roses on her pale fingertips.
A bite on his ear, a kiss on her cheek
She beams with warmth, the best friend you could seek.
Laughter at work, beautiful passion at home...
A hug for each person who feels sad or alone.
And while she holds you so tight and dooms all your frights...
....they'll never know she tries to end her life every night.
Cry outPoets find your presence in the fire and the storm.Cry out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They seek you in majesty.
They look at mountains and see the ridges of your thumbprint.
They cry your praise when you paint the autumn.
They throw open their hearts to the sun.
They marvel as the cold kernel stirs to life.
But you are in the bitter days as well,
the afternoons so dull I could weep.
You are the maker of anthills as well as mountains,
and the stately wake of the single crackled leaf.
You drew the colour from the sunset and breathed grey fog.
You kill some seeds, barren rocks that litter the ground and will never grow.
You are in despair as well as in triumph -- perhaps
even more, for despair is a magnet for your mercy.
If I look hard, I can see you in linoleum tiles,
in the ugly things squeezed out by human hands.
Even in flicker of acetylene,
you are there.
Break me of my addiction to glory.
Show me your face while my eyes are still open.
Erase the illusions.
Bring mundane peace.
One Brilliant MomentThere are thousands of flamboyant wordsOne Brilliant Moment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that race to my lips when I see you
and there is no chance of your absence
from my mind or fluttering heart
I was never one to be effeminate, or weak
but for you
the tears could flow
since finally I've uncovered something flawless
and I've been disenchanted from my thought that
love can't exist or flourish
and finally I know how it feels
to love an imperfect person, and to see them as perfectly
as they were meant to be seen
finally, I can see how
someone compares to even the greatest treasures on this earth
when they themselves cannot
recently, I've been found dreaming when at one time
it seems I had not a second to waste on that
and I sing since my heart is full now
and I smile when your name comes up in conversation
you've made me better somehow,
you have enlightened me
without thinking to do so,
enlightened me on the exorbitant life
I once believed to be dull and indomitable
this came too late,
since I remained craven
I only now refuse to be t
I am MeI am Me.I am Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the outside I smile.
I pretend to give a shit.
While inside I crave to be Me.
I want to show everyone who I want to be.
Who I really think I am.
A tom-boy who has manners?
A hardcore gamer?
D. All of the above?
I say that.
I want that.
It isn't Me though...
It isn't really Me.
I am not like anyone else.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know what I am.
I don't know...
What am I?
Who am I?
Do I want this or that?
Do I care?
Should I care?
Should it be this way?
Should it be that way?
If I like it is it okay?
What does make it okay?
Isn't it my life and my choice?
These are things I always ask myself.
These are questions I can't find answers for.
There are too many variables.
Too many exceptions.
I do know that I will fight for what I want.
I will do whatever I want in the end.
I'll get my way.
I always make it to first place.
No one can make me do anything.
No one can tie me down.
No one can break me.
Even if I do fall some day,
I'll go stron
Feel Better Feel better. Just feel better. Things are dark at the moment, and the world has such a wide and lying maw. It sucks you into its trap, and shakes you until all your spirit disperses and evaporates into the air like water drops. Don't let this happen, will is such a dreadful thing to lose.Feel Better3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Feel better. The lustful kiss of the rusting knife is nothing compared to the ecstasy of short and silly happiness. Drunkenness is not a cotton wool blanket cushioning your mind from sorrow, it is a shroud, preparing your body for the grave. Allow yourself to be carried away on moon tinged words to Milkwood, and dance within lyrical arms. Allow yourself to drown in musical notes, let them transport you to another place, a happier world, if only for a minute or two. Allow yourself to become caught up in a drawing, in the lines, the swirls and vivid sun bleached colours. Spin around in the rain, aren't the drops cold? Live like those raindrops, be small and strong, be
I'm no damsel in distressOnce upon a timeI'm no damsel in distress3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Isn't that how all the stories start?)
Well hers was a little different
(But I still know it by heart)
A beautiful princess
(Isn't that who all the stories star?)
Well she sure was beautiful
(Just not the way they are)
They are damsels in distress
(Locked away in towers)
But no prince came to save her
(And she would wait no more hours)
She wasn't weak
(She stood up tall)
She saved herself
(And showed them all)
She lives on free
(Her story remembered to this day)
No one had to save her
(She found her own way <3)
LoveLove is but a rose.Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beautiful and romantic.
Then stings you as you get close and hurts you at the touch.
Silenced by the blissful torture.
Dark is the day, when it dies.
Yet reborn by the bitter cold that killed it.
And love is again as lovely as at first.
GoodbyeI saw youGoodbye3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But now I don't see you anymore
The time was running out
Our time together was final
And most of my life you were done
You needed to live through others
Like through me
And even when you did so
You never gave up
You were always ready for a challenge till the end
You were always talking before thinking
Always telling the truth
And that was not always for the best
But we loved you anyway
We saw you
Your bubbling energy
Your lust for life
I miss you
You were a fighter
A one of a kind
One that shouldn´t have left
But time passes
And we don't control what happens
We just know it will happen
I just know I cried
I just know it ended
I just know it was for the best
Still I wish it could be different
That everything was a fairytale lie
But I have to face reality
The time passed
Even through I would wish that I could rewind it
I must be grateful to have known you
And I am
Because I saw you
And now I don't see you anymore
Russian RouletteOh, darling...Russian Roulette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How am I alive?
After what you put me through,
I'm surprised I didn't
Baby, love is a dangerous game,
and we played it like
I want to give up...i want to give upI want to give up...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leave this world for good
losing hoping in everything
and nothing is getting better
I want to give up
and forget about everything
i just want to leave
and never return
I want to forget
i want to give up
and never return anymore
No hope in my life
nothing is getting better
i just want to cry my heart out
and give up already
The pain inside me
wont go away
i want to leave for good
and disappear into the darkness
No end to my misery
i will just give up
leave this world for good
like i was never existed
Silent ScreamsDarling, I miss you.Silent Screams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even if we dragged each other through Hell,
I miss your sweet voice.
We were a pair of masochists...
a pair of sadists...
We hurt each other,
but I still |l|o|v|e| |y|o|u|
[even though it might just be the biggest mistake I've ever made].
I know it seems like this darkness could go on forever,
but, honey, the sun always rises.
Love"Hey! What're you scribbling on your notebook?"Love3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.
"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone
"It's nothing alright!"
"It is something. What are you not telling me?"
"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"The thing is I don't want people to know how I feel about things."
"You can tell me. You know you can trust me. Please tell me. I want to help you. How can you say love doesn't exist. What about your mom? A mom always loves her child."
"My mom left me and my dad when I was five for another man." His reply was cold.
"I'm sorry. I....I didn't know. But your dad loves you right?"
Better Left AloneForget the words passionately whisperedBetter Left Alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every second chance has just been blown
Sometimes questions are better left unanswered
All our truth should be left alone
Extinguish flames that burn inside you
Close off the doors leading to nowhere
Abandon dreams that will never come true
If you hunt me down I won't pretend to care
The romantic game has finally ended
Don't call expecting another go around
I've let go of thoughts I once defended
Some things are better left underground
There won't be a connection if you see me
You'll be another memory from the past
We were never chained and yet I feel free
I let go of the baggage we amassed
Somehow I thought that I would feel more hollow
Maybe it really was time for things to end
Perhaps I'm the only one who felt the deathblow
I honestly hope you don't take long to mend
In my DefenceIn my DefenceIn my Defence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I left alone?
Alone in the cold rain of time!
No longer wanted by anyone.
This world has cast me out.
Because I'm different!
Is that so?
If is that then I don't care!
You can't change me.
I love the way I am.
Nothing you do will ever change that.
Accept me the way I am or leave me.
I won't change for anyone.
I don't want to change!
Because there is nothing wrong with me.
The wrong is with all those who think I'm worthless!
I no longer find a reason to respect you since you don't respect me.
I have no grudge against any of you!
I need only a place for me and to be acknowledged as a living human.
Is that so hard?
Or you just don't want me to be part of your world?
If that is the case I'm leaving and never coming back!
I'm not ashamed of what I am!
You should be ashamed of what you are.
So long humanity.
I'll no longer be a part of your sick world.
Now the time has come to go down the stage.
And leave all.
To leave all the fans, the music.
This world because anot
In front of meWhen I stopIn front of me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in front of the mirror
it's not about the fat,
nor the size of my thighs,
or even the not-
it's about the sad look
on my face,
it's about the times
of them looking down on me,
it's about the times of
them making me feel guilty,
it's about the
"why can't you be like her?"
it's about everything
[my world turning into ashes].
Then the nightmare
of what it is trying
to see myself straight
she's kind, she's what any guy
could ever ask for,
her long hair
[oh no, her short hair]
and her lack of it,
the way her eyes shine,
you can almost feel
your eyes burning,
like if you were trying
to see right through
the sun's rays.
she's all light
and dark, for what
perfection is, (for me)
it's both beautiful and
(because it's just unreachable
She's not that skinny
but she could be,
actually she is,
she is skinny enough
(why did I just said she wasn't?)