Riding in the back of a car in the dimly lamplight 9:00. Bumps punctuating the forest to either side. How had that conversation started? The middle:
"Well, my sister "
Fingers slithering towards wrist. A casual stiffening of shoulders at contact, synchronized perfectly with the sound of the title. After the explanation:
"I don't want them to put me in therapy because I cry or something."
They had no right sitting that 3rd grader in a green chair across from a lady with spiky blond hair. The uncomfortable chair always kept reserved for the entrance of a doubly braided head next to a plusher couch. The chair always occupied.
"Well, I'm depressed so I kind of need that "
"So am I."
Measured exhale. Fingers alert at wrist. But why?
"Really? You always seem so happy "
"Yeah masks." An ironic grin to no one. Even scrambling nails couldn't tuck away that concept eagerly jotted down by two poets so long ago.
A flash of light from one
StarbucksWatching our relaxed carcasses, like vultures.Starbucks3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MonsterWhy can't I stop?Monster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know I don't want to
But it's so irresistible
It gnaws at my soul
Telling me to do it
But I gotta stay strong
Can't bow down to the beast
That lives inside me
I mustn't let go
To my will power
Images flash through my mind:
My cold, pale skin
The vibrant, maroon blood
It courses down my wrist
Like a river of sorrow
Releasing itself upon my arm
With it goes my anger
Gone with the swipe of a blade
I mustn't give in
I must stand tall
But I can't
My hand reaches
The cold metal
Feels good in my hand
I hesitate-but I can't
One quick swipe
The crimson liquid starts to pool
Soon my arm is in slices
Like my soul
Look like I'm
Not strong enough
The beast within
The choice.Do I want to die?The choice.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know.
How would I die?
A slow and painful death?
Or quick and painless?
Does it really matter to you?
I suppose not.
I just want to escape.
Run away to a land far beyond.
Beyond the world that I thought I once knew.
The world that has turned so cold.
So cold, its driving me to this.
My own death.
But that's oaky.
I'm happy to go.
Happy to be dead.
I wouldn't have to worry.
Worry, bout the petty things in life.
Bout, the lies and betrayal.
Just that light, at the end of the tunnel.
No one will notice.
There won't have to be no apologies.
I'll be just like a ghost.
Here one day, gone the next.
Care free and happy, in my new world.
Where I can be anyone I wanna be.
Without the judging.
And the hurt.
A place where I'll finally call 'home'.
The ChurchSociety: "I have questions?"The Church2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't Cry Please...No more crying, I can't take it.Don't Cry Please...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It hurts me to see those tears streaming down your face.
I'd fix everything for you if I could.
I'd trade my world for yours any day.
I'd give you my life,
Just to see you happy.
And so you don't have to go through any more pain.
Don't you see I'd do anything for you?
Can we please just be happy about that?
No more crying...
Nothing But the Blood~Year 2012~Nothing But the Blood4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was evening near the Chapel in the Wood, and the grass was shiny and wet at the site of the Battle of Morning Sun.
The church, with its white steeple and antique bell tower, was revitalized. A missionary coalition seemed to have drawn everyone back, even me, and we were having a good, old-fashioned revival to celebrate.
The old parsonage across the long lawn was long since bought out by a funeral home. A will was being read there that night, and some school buddies of mine were in attendance. They were more interested in hooking up with locals than in collecting an inheritance. This intrigued me. I slipped out of the revival to go spy on what I hoped would be my acquaintances getting down and dirty. I was not disappointed. The dichotomy in my presence at these events is apparent, but, sadly, such was me.
While observing, I was seized by a fit of conscience, and returned to the church.
AloneMy face is compressed against the window pane,Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emptiness is what I feel and bare deep inside,
A tear is shed for every drop of rain that falls,
A silent piercing scream to shatter the weakest of glass,
I'm living like I've already died,
I have to leave; it's time for me to soar and take flight.
Because I'm lonely and depressed,
You're the reason I'm feeling bad...
If I suddenly disappeared,
The prettiest of flowers wither and die within my hand,
No one is going notice,
I'm becoming more and more transparent,
And slowly vanishing from where I stand.
Building a Vocabulary of a Different SortNo good words; made my own.Building a Vocabulary of a Different Sort2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tragic CoincidenceI wrote of a bullied suicideTragic Coincidence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl who could no longer handle the hurtful names
The thoughts that went through other's minds
Little did I know
It was happening right before my eyes
Not of the same type of bullying
But bullying nonetheless
She showed no signs
No symptoms at all
To make any of us believe
She wanted out
Just a week before the occurrence
I was thinking of suicide
What it was like
How people need to realize it is real
To realize bullying can easily cause it
I hoped and prayed the domino effect
Would not reach my circle of friends
I guess my prayers were not answered
We do not know
We do not understand what went through her head
Why did she not talk to us?
She promised she would
But now our triangle has been altered
To physical and in spirit
It is coincidental
Bullying is serious
Suicide is serious
Talk to someone please
"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem "
almost lethalI'm drinking you like pure mercury.almost lethal3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
On some certain days I ask myself; 'Can you really take all her words? Can you really handle all of her?', but till now, I'm not able to answer myself this simple question.
I think, I have to explain something to you (and me.)
There is this big, huge shelf full of thoughts and words and stories and memories and desperation and sadness and lives. (Most of the time, I prefer to talk about it as a shelf full of tea, but whatever it content is, it is full of you.)
I'm unable to pick a tiny box or even just a cup from there and then decide to not read it. It's simply impossible.
[To just think for myself became less favorable.]
Some of your things are delicious. Like a lovely earl grey after a long, hard day. Your words calm my soul and allay my blood. A bit of milk, two spoon full of sugar. Sometimes this is all I need.
But of course, there are also boxes with a patina of rust on it. Their labels are dirty and towelled at some spots. I can
The YouthThe path to success is an obsession for his family. So, he goes to boarding school because everyone expects it of him and it is natural to follow after his spectacular sister's footsteps.The Youth3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
His uneducated parents tell him this day after day as he grows up and changes from a tiny, scrawny boy who played in the mud and the bushes in the mountain forest to a preteen destined for an educated, successful life. He puts on the school uniform everyday that tells everyone in the crowd that, "yes, I am an intelligent child that gives my parents pride."
He lives in a small town with his father who drives trucks across country and a mother who owns a grocery shop, the town's resource and news center. Everyone knows his mother and everyone knows him, his older sister and his younger brother. Therefore, everyone expects great things from all of them. It's only fitting after his parents saved every cent for their education, put all their lives into bettering the years of their children's lives.
BrokenBroken hearted,Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My scars revealed
Slowly I fall
My mask slipping
My hope lost
Ive been broken
Hurt and betrayed
I was healing
Now I worry
I may break
My scars revealed
Ive been hurt
Scars piling up
My life gone
Shugo Chara- Sick Day 2Amu stared at the tail in awe and walked towards it. She kneeled down and lifted up her blanket with the back of her hand. Ikuto turned his head and stared at her; he was more than annoyed. "Uh...Ikuto..." she began to ask, trying her best to stifle a laugh. "Uh...What are you doing under my bed?" she continued, crawling out of the way for him. He slid out from under the bed and sat up to face her. "I was looking for mice." he said sarcastically, smirking at her. Amu rolled her eyes, "Why didn't you hide in the closet? It's a lot better than being under there." She pointed out. Ikuto rose to his feet slowly. "I wanted to try something new." He stood there as Amu sat on the floor, dumbfounded. She remembered that he hid in the closet when she was out with the Guardians and again when Tadase confessed to her. She began laughing at the memories but stopped when she felt a weird pressure in her nose.Shugo Chara- Sick Day 25 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Achoo!" she sneezed, her body jolting forward slightly. She sniffled and stood
Shugo Chara- Sick Day 4Amu skipped merrily down the stairs, humming upbeat songs to herself. She jogged over to her mom who held the phone patiently for her daughter. "Thank you mama" she said politely, taking the phone. She held it up to her ear and smiled as her mom walked into the kitchen to give her some privacy. "Hello? Tadase-kun?" she asked, placing her hand on the table and turning to face the wall. She heard movement on the otherside of the phone line and smiled. "Good Evening Amu-chan," he greeted warmly. "I hope i'm not being a bother, calling this late and so suddenly at that." he said with a forced chuckle. Amu shaked her head as if she was talking to him in person. "No, it's alright Tadase-kun! I-i'm sorry about skipping out on our....date." she said with a gulp; she could feel her face turning red.Shugo Chara- Sick Day 45 years ago in Teen More Like This
"It's fine. More importantly, how are you doing? Has your fever gone down? Have you been drinking fluids and getting any rest?" he questioned in a concerned tone. Amu smiled. She was happy that Tada
LamentationTeeth grit so tightly that the jaw aches.Lamentation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hands clenched so sternly the body begins to shake.
Eyes narrowed so fiercely they appear closed.
Blood trickles from a cut palm and bitten lip,
and still the chuckles ring.
Loud cries ring in silence.
There is no reaction.
Fists batter a wall.
No one notices the dents.
Angry tears flow down reddened cheeks.
No one passes a glance.
Look at me when I talk to you.
Let the scream start from the broken heart,
and allow it escape through parted lips.
Shatter the bars that enclose the battered heart,
and break free with bared teeth.
Don't ignore me.
My blood is as red as your blood.
My tears flow as easily as yours.
My body is no different than yours.
We share a similar mind.
Stop calling me those names.
Aren't we the same?
Why am I not your equal?
How is it you are my better?
What makes me deserving of scorn?
When will I grow into what I ought to be?
Who do I need to be to make it all go away?
StoryAlice's world is not an ordinary world. One can say this world only appears in her dream, the other can argue that this world exists in actuality on a parallel plane with the human world. Regardless, only Alice can enter this world, and she has given the world a name.Story3 years ago in Personal More Like This
This world is called Wonderland.
The girl doesn't know how to enter the world, nor does she know how to get out. She knows if she wants to stay, she will stay, and that if she wants to return, she will return. Alice can travel back and forth between Wonderland and the real world by her will, but the gate is a secret or, perhaps, the gate does not exist. It is a paradox, a contradiction, but this is only the beginning, for the world is full of paradox and contradictions.
Wonderland is not a wonderful place. Like the human world, this world has pains and sufferings, and like the human world, this world has laws and authority, society and outcasts. Alice often questions the differ
QuestionsNever ask if unprepared for answers.Questions2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This