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?
AnymoreHere we are again, said our final goodbyes, and leftAnymore1 year 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
Missing youI miss your wordsMissing you1 year 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
Broken Mirror: Chapter 4Broken Mirror: Chapter 42 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
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 Mirror5 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
Something Wrong with me.I think there is something wrong with me.Something Wrong with me.1 year 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.
Never ThereNever ThereNever There1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They never knew, they never cared
Never felt when you were scared
Never there to hold your hand
And never there to guide your dreams
Ever oblivious to your intentions
Captivated by their own delusions
Pained by their mental intrusions
Buried at the bottom of a bottle
Never there when you’re alone
Not a single place to call your home
Their fights are all you’ve ever known
Of what parenting can be
AfraidHave you ever been afraid of yourself?Afraid1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the worst feeling there is
because no matter what you do,
no matter what you try,
you can never escape it
because you're trapped inside yourself,
terrified of what could happen next,
afraid of who you could hurt,
afraid of what you might do.
In dreams, thoughts are only amplified.
In wakefulness, horrors become real.
You tell yourself it cant be real,
tell yourself its not who you truly are.
But it is.
And nothing can change it.
InsanityWhat is insanity?Insanity1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Am I insane, and everybody else normal?
Or is it as my lover always says, that everyone thinking you're crazy is the sign of your being sane?
People say that imagination is the key to knowledge
Yet those whose minds are overflowing with creativity and imagined worlds are said to be insane.
If imagination and creativity are insanity
Then that creature haunts all the greatest minds in our world.
What is normal?
The people who spend their lives wishing for something more?
If insanity is trying to make those things real
Then I’ve got it bad.
Am I insane?