Up All NightI've been up all night,Up All Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fighting a war I can't win,
This theological fight,
That I'm having with no one but me.
My blankets twist and wrinkle
Thinking of my flaws,
My shallow thoughts, my heart so fickle.
Crying so much that I make my throat raw.
I don't know if I can trust
Myself for all that I've done
My voice turned to rust
As I cry out for someone, anyone.
I need someone to hold me.
To tell me it's all okay.
Holding me, but still setting me free.
I need to be loved.
One ThoughtYou know that one thought,One Thought3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That makes you squirm inside?
Maybe it makes you giggle,
Like your stomach is bringing in the tide?
That one thought,
That makes you double take,
Maybe makes you feel fake?
It could be a loving thought,
Maybe "I love you"?
But maybe it makes you stomach feel taught,
Like another friend gone.
That one thought always in the back of your mind,
But when you dig to find it,
Sometimes it's hard to find.
'Cause you push it to the back.
That thought that maybe makes you hate
Of maybe makes you believe in fate.
Or inquires who you really are.
It gives you feelings that you didn't know you had.
Gives you maybe hatred, love, anger
Remember that you shouldn't feel bad.
Remember that it's only one thought.
Ding Dong BellThe bells of the church tower chimed proudly as the announced to the world that midnight had struck. Little Johnny Flynn’s cries would have been drowned out by the noise if it wasn't for the fact he was gagged, as he struggled to keep his head above the water. The full moon peered down the well shaft, her pale face mocking him as he attempted to scramble up the slimy walls and sliding back down like a spider being washed down a water pipe by a shower of rain. A silhouette appeared in amongst the moon’s gibe, it leaned over the edge and Johnny could make out the heavyset body of Tommy Stout. Tommy’s face looked grey and it wasn't just the light that made it so, his eyes were unpitying and his mouth a long line as if someone had cut across a watermelon with a scalpel.Ding Dong Bell1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Do you understand now?” The boy asked, his viciously soft voice echoing down the well, “This is how it feels to suffer, like the animals you torture, it’s not nice is it?” Jo