Silent ScreamsMisguidedSilent Screams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to memories of love
If a tree falls
and there’s no one to hear it,
does it make a sound?
One thing I don't understandPeopleOne thing I don't understand3 years ago in Personal More Like This
who don't like the main characters of something.
people who HATE the main character for no reason other than THEY'RE THE MAIN CHARACTER.
I MEAN IT'S GREAT IF YOU LOVE ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS BECAUSE OF WHO THEY ARE, THAT'S ABSOLUTELY NO PROBLEM AT ALL.
BUT IF YOU JUST
HATE THE MAIN ONES
JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE "HOGGING THE SPOTLIGHT" OR "TOO MAINSTREAM" WHATEVER THE FUCK
GET HOW YOUR MIND WORKS.
IF THEY HAVE A GOOD STORY AND A LOVABLE PERSONALITY, WHY HATE THEM?
Really you guys?
Love what you love, but don't hate for no motherfucking reason.
I get poked at a lot because I tend to choose characters that get a lot of screen time- IS THAT SUCH A CRIME? REALLY? WHAT THE HELL GUYS.
OH LOOK AT ME I'M A FUCKING HIPSTER I HATE THIS CHARACTER BECAUSE THEY'RE LOVED BY TOO MANY OTHER PEOPLE. WHOOP-DEE-MOTHERFUCKING-DOO.
AND IF YOU DO ACTUALLY LOVE THE MAIN CHARACTER BUT YOU DON'T SHOW IT, GROW A FUCKING PAIR OF BALLS.
This shit really grate
Bottled Up EmotionsBottled up emotionsBottled Up Emotions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sat on a shelf
Each collected dust
And memories of the past
A girl walked in the room
Her eyes were dark and stormy
In a rage she grabbed a bottle
And smashed it into a window
Happiness oozed out of the broken bottle
That smelled beautiful and sweet
In a shock the girl knelt down
And looked in her reflection
She saw a girl
So innocent and naive
That was so happy from day to day
That she almost forgot to breathe
The reflection of the past
Was full of joy and light
But the girl she had become
Had become dark as night
She out a cry of utter despair
When suddenly a light did appear
From the window she broke in her act of rage
A ray of light shone on her face
Perhaps... There was hope
For broken souls
The girl's stormy eyes grew brighter
Because she knew hope had come.
Empty WordsWords can not describeEmpty Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How empty I feel inside
Without you by my side
To complete me
Colors can not explain
The blue I feel
When I'm without you
Feelings can not feel
When you are not around
To make me feel real
That's what my world is made up of
Last Ride"Ticket, please."Last Ride3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The man sighed in irritation. "Ticket. Please."
Blinking his way out of his daze, Danny searched his pockets. "Wha- I- I don't have a... ticket."
Danny watched the man silently as different expressions crossed his pale face. "Listen, kid. I don't know how you've gotten here, and I don't really care. What I do care about, however, is. Your. Ticket." He hold his hand out as a silent command. "Without it, I can't ride this train for you."
Train? Why was he on a train? Danny frowned. For the first time he was here, he looked around properly. Empty, dark blue seats filled the long train car. GZ1056, a sign that hung above him said. No paper, no used soda cans, no unidentifiable goop lying on seats. Way too clean.
Then he gazed out of the window.
Dozens of them. Ghosts. Dozens of ghosts. Walking, no, more like floating around, waiting on the platform.
Blue eyes watched in fascination.
"Are you going to give it or not?"
Right. Ticket. This was ser