Life-Lock (chapter 1)The frost bitten air wisped through the pine trees. The forest of green was coated in a chilly white blanket. The ground was of sand and frozen moss,but felt like rocks. The sun seemed to hide,as if in fear. Wanting to be free'd of its obligation. Whilist among the grey sky,filled with clouds. Not even a moment of warmth seeped through.
No sounds could be heard. Not a bird chirping, or a mountain cat trudging through the snow. It was as if the world was on a stand still,holding its breath. Waiting with a eerie readiness.
* * * *
I moaned aloud as the pain shot through me. My fingers and toes were almost a bluish color from the cold. My long black hair,which looked at what would be equal to my lower back,was a rats nest apon my head. What might have been clothes were now tattered scraps apon my self. All being left was a shredded peasant top,and what were possibly pants now shorts. Not any shoes either. I was a pitiful mess. But who am I?
Missing youI miss your wordsMissing you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How beautiful they’re spoken
I miss your voice
The sound of you singing and talking
I miss your touch
So gentle and warm
And how you laugh
Even after all the harm
AnymoreHere we are again, said our final goodbyes, and leftAnymore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Same story, but this might be it
I know you're not what I want anymore
And I know I'm not what you want
The sparks are gone, no fireworks, nothing, cause it's all burned out
Back then I used to forgive you, I used to miss you everyday
But it's not like that anymore
It's probably the same for you too
You didn't even want to put any effort
No trying to make me not leave
No, "Stay, I know we can work this out."
And I told you, "That's sad
You don't fight for what you want
So you end up losing it"
And you told me, "I used to do that but not anymore"
And it's okay...
Now I know where I stand with you
I keep thinking of the past
Of how it used to be
But you're not that person anymore
I'm not either
And before we know it..
We're becoming strangers
Because there's this distance between us
DP: Monster in the MirrorIt all began that moment he first looked in the mirror and saw Phantom gaping back at him.DP: Monster in the Mirror6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The story was practically legend now, solidified in his mind from tellings and retellings. He had gone into the Fenton Portal, hit the "ON" button-whether by accident or design, even Danny wasn't sure-and became half-ghost. That's all there was to it. It was safely distant; the pain was only half-remembered and the subsequent events were a blur.
But that single moment, when he saw his new face for the first time, was still crystal clear in his memory. There was a ghost in that mirror. A ghost. He was dead.
Only half-dead, he decided later. He was only half ghost, so he wasn't dead, really. By any means, Sam and Tucker didn't act like he had died that day. No one else noticed that he was different at all. There was no funeral for Danny Fenton. There didn't need to be-he was still walking around, still going to school and failing his classes and daydreaming and lazing about like any f
Broken Mirror: Chapter 4Broken Mirror: Chapter 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 4: A Temporary Truce
Danny Fenton, codename "Hunter," leaned against the handle bars of his bike, his body slumped backwards on the leather seat as he relaxed in the afternoon sunshine. His trench coat hung from one of the handlebars, discarded in the wake of warm weather. The screen belonging to the satellite ghost tracker in the dashboard flashed, the words 'unable to locate target' written in block green letters across the map of the United States.
Hunter wasn't watching the screen though. He preferred to work things out himself, with good old pen and paper—or in this case, a map and a sharpie.
The map was held open to display the same area of the US as the screen, but this version had a series of pen marks, mostly scattered around the major highways and leading north from Wisconsin to Minnesota. There were thirty in total. The black marks were for the locations where a white haired ghost boy in a black jumpsuit had been spotted. The red ones were for encounters Hunter
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
Something Wrong with me.I think there is something wrong with me.Something Wrong with me.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe its the way I walk
or how I smile.
Maybe I laugh a little funny.
or maybe I'm just 'different'
it might be that my hair isn't straight.
My shirt is not exactly the hottest.
I don't have the best skin
and my accent sometimes shows.
Maybe its because I'm too nice.
Or because I can be shy
is it because I'm not 'easy' ?
Could it be that I'm strange
I don't know the latest fashion.
Or perhaps it is everything.
Maybe its how I dress
or the way I tie my shoes
Am I too tall, too short
Maybe its my weight.
Is my smile crooked?
What if its my voice
or the way I say hello.
Maybe its the perfume I wear
or the way I brush my hair.
But something must be wrong
for the world to plainly see
that it is near impossible
for me to just be.
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorCanvas Is The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
I am weakI am weak becauseI am weak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't swim,
I can't fly.
I can't speak.
Because I am afraid of the
I am weak because
I let my emotions in my way,
I don't stand up,
I just die.
I am weak because,
when I was called a
dumb birthday slut,
I just cried.
Because when I was bullied,
I just kept silent.
When I was thought of
having a disease,
suicide was my only thought.
But at the end I realised
that I am not weak,
I am strong.
I was strong enough to
not commit suicide,
to blossom from my cuts,
to speak for my own.
Because I was strong enough
to realise that no matter
I will always be weak.
BullyShh.Bully2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demons in the shadows
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.
Losing a FriendDreams, no.Losing a Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning, spiraling, chasing you everywhere you go
"It had to happen."
No, it didn't.
Turn off the light.
Stop breathing, it's not worth it.
Play a sad song in your head
"Are you okay?"
I miss you.
I miss your voice
How could you be?
"It's not your fault."
Slowly, let it poison you
Let it sink into your mind
"You'll get better."
No I won't.
"It was meant to happen."
No it wasn't.
No.. he's not.
... "I know."