Ch. 4 of ImprintChapter 4 When Strangers Know Your Secret, It's Never A Coincidence
I woke up to my mom screaming. It was only four o'clock in the morning. Not even close to time to wake up for school this Monday morning. I assumed that she had a nightmare about me, or the rest of the pack. I sighed and plopped my head to the side of my pillow. Then she screamed again, louder and more fearful. I then realized it couldn't have just been a dream. I shot out of bed and got a head rush, it ached but I managed to walk out of my room dizzily. My eyes instantly grew wide when I saw my mother's door had been slammed open and was laying ﬂat on the ﬂoor, with claw marks and splinters hanging oﬀ the front. I looked inside her room and I saw it, the creature she was so afraid of. "No..."I breathed aloud. As soon as I spoke the creature looked at me with its hateful eyes. "Mom!"I cried and ran to her. I dragged her into the kitchen and told her to run to our neighbors house. 'Henr
The Black Mockingbird pt. 1The Black Mockingbird pt. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The night have fallen and it was time for the Freeman brothers to go to bed. For some reason, did both not feel very sleepy. But they didn't say anything, they just lay down quietly. Almost a whole hour have been going, and no sleep yet. It was pretty unsual. Huey would have heard Rileys snoring by now... but his breathing was calm. Was he asleep? Huey just sighed and looked at the clock. 10.09 pm.
Huey blicked. Did he just fall asleep? No, he was just so into his thoughts he forgot everything around him. How long have it been? He looked at the clock again. 02.03 AM.
That was enough. He sat up in bed, but he didn't come any thuder until he heard Rileys tired voice.
"Huey", he started off.
Huey stopped, and looked over to his brother. Riley wasn't looking back, he was just staring right up to the ceiling.
"Yeah?" Huey answered.
"I had a nightmare..." he said.
"Too bad", Huey said and stood up. "I can't sleep".
He walked out the room. Riley watched him all the way out. He sat up in his b
White flagThese lies are killing me.White flag2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This wretched pain drowns me.
This heart may be bleeding
but inside my mind im truly dying.
Maybe you cant see it.
But these tears should surly make you see.
That this heart is withering.
Just dying to be free.
Wont you please let me breath?
Cant you please just set me free?
This war keeps waging on.
These scars keep opening up.
I keep losing my heart and soul.
Set me free and let me go.
This cage keeps getting smaller.
This heart keeps breaking more.
This white flag keeps burning.
But inside im still fighting on.
But these wounds you make are getting sharper …
how much could one bleed on?
Words Cannot DescribeWords can't describe an emotion so real,Words Cannot Describe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A heart held together by your thread.
Just over the ships edge, knowing,
I was going to fall.
And with each pulse of my heart
With your stare, your blazing eyes,
your brush, an accidental softness,
and your entrancing soft laugh
You set my timer-ridden heart to detonate.
My voice falters, trying to help you comprehend
but no words escape my lips.
Instead I smile, and watch you walk away.
I cannot ruin myself in your coal eyes
by expressing under such short time.
But, I still dream,
with our short time left together,
maybe I can make you see-
what words cannot describe.
This is My VoiceThis is my voiceThis is My Voice2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It wasn't my choice
I never learned to... be quiet.
Graves are only boxes
I'm not dead yet, but who's counting?
The clock is
Time doesn't exist-
I don't cut my wrist
I'm not pissed
But I'm sad.
I want to be a writer
But instead, I'm bitter
Down comes the rain,
pitter patter pitter
Against the window pane
I don't really know how to rhyme
But if I had a dime
For every time
I crumpled up a piece of paper,
I'd be rich.
But I'd have to give it all back for wasting trees.
You can't win against society
They don't get that people come in variety
Causing people anxiety over their body
And the way they look.
They bring out the book
I say, "What book?"
They say, "The bible."
Is it really that reliable?
Christians are undeniable
Sometimes I'm Afraid...Sometimes I'm afraid...Sometimes I'm Afraid...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of being loved
of being a hero
of being a villain
of saying something
of people reading this
of being recognized
of being seen
of keeping secrets
of speaking the truth
of acting like me
of not acting like me
of cold hard facts
of knowing the truth
of believing a lie
of being unwanted
of someone realizing when i'm not there
of being beautiful
of not being beautiful enough
of changing the world
of the world changing me
of living a lie
of living a truth
of keeping silent
of speaking up
of being me
of being someone else
of loving something
of having that something taken
of being strong
of being too weak
of living in the dark
of coming into the light
of learning my faults
of admitting them
of seeing what i am inside
of never learning what i can be
of being unknown
of being famous
of opening my eyes
of actually seeing
of writing this
of clicking the submit button
of admitting my fears
of telling the world
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease, don't give up.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
Standing in the backgroundI fade away,Standing in the background2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So others can shine.
So others can lead.
I break my own heart,
So others will be complete.
Because others will smile.
I stay up all night,
So others can sleep.
When you go to play,
I’ll be a toy
So you will have someone to play with.
I’ll be walking in the background.
When you read the book,
I'll be a random character.
When you look at me,
You know my name.
Even if just for a day,
Or an hour,
Or a second,
I would like to stand in the front.
I want to be seen by others.
To see people know my name,
Instead of standing in the background.
BrokenAn unwanted child,Broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wished for miracle,
an answer from up above.
Sitting alone at night,
wishing to die.
As she cuts her skin,
she also cries.
She looks at what she's become,
nothing in her eyes.
And every time she self-destructs,
It's cold in her world,
on the inside.
But she doesn't know how to cope,
her hands are tied.
And although you may already see,
the girl in this story is broken,
this girl is me.
Breaking down CourageC: CharitableBreaking down Courage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Success is not final, Failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts" Winston Churchill
Friendship Is More ThanFriendship is more than just being there,Friendship Is More Than2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being there through the good times,
And being there through the bad times,
It is being there for everything in between,
For being wisdom when wisdom is needed,
To call out the things that we need to change,
But to do it in a loving way,
To be a person that is there through everything,
And to give a small to get you through the roughest days,
It doesn’t have to be a friendship based in reality,
Although those are important as well,
But the bonds we make can trespass,
Through any limitations of different locations,
Friendship is more than how many years you know someone,
How well that you might know the very depths of their souls,
It is dealing with the changes that we all go through,
And trying the best we can to be there,
Even when we disagree with personal choices,
It is about the hard part of life,
And about trying to be there,
But also to be the voice of reason,
When no reason exists,
It’s about forgiveness,
The giving and the ta
Look Into the Lonely MindShe sits alone,Look Into the Lonely Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her thoughts chasing one another
In an endless game of tag.
Things no one else can grasp.
Music and movies play,
Repeating themselves over and over.
Books have been written
Only to be forgotten.
Names with pictures,
Words with no voice,
Art that cannot be shown.
Communicating with words that make no sense
And trying to fit in,
Resulting in failure.
Admired by many,
Refused by them all.
Beautiful and she knows it
But doesn't believe it.
A touch to liven,
A word to kill.
Confused by the answers
To the questions she asks.
Then it all comes back to...
The Light in DarknessThere will always beThe Light in Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But there will always be a light
no matter how small
to look to.
We just have to believe it's there.
Our light has a name.
Absence.Absence.Absence.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the thought of coming home to an empty room.
It is a scenario my mind is not able to consume.
Even though I know you will be back soon.
I still have to wait for your return,
In order for my life to resume.
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,Quietly, Gently2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
BrokenLooking through the mirrorBroken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into my reflection eyes
I look back
And the memories still burn
To be half awake
I lie in my bed, eyes open
Bloodshot, I wish I wasn't here
Wish I wasn't here today
Feeling empty on school days
And shattered like mirror pieces
They pierce like needles, shards
Cutting open my heart, leaving me broken
Blood stains my soul, coloring it dirty
Look at me now
I am crying
I am crying out loud!
Almost to a screaming point
Everyday, I wish I would disappear
Wish to disappear today
Flying through glass
I lean away, drifting in the distance
And tears crystallized once they fall
Bubbles is what I see
Underwater, I am suffocating
Let alone a frozen body
Sinking further and further
I wish I can stay here
Stay here forever
Opening my eyes slowly,
The reflection of the mirror’s dream
A broken frame
Tears blend with the blood
That cuts open with sharp glass
A fragile heart, a lost soul
What Is Life?What is life and what is living?What Is Life?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is life and what's worth giving?
Is there purpose to my breathing?
Is there purpose when I'm seething?
I demand to know!
I have every right!
I have come too far to be turned away!
I demand an answer!
I can't sleep at night!
I've come from afar and not for delay!
I demand to know why I exist and why I am here!
I just want to grow and live without fear!
I demand to know my destiny, yet I'm not a seer,
But even though that is so I still have my spear
Of knowledge, of wisdom and gain
To carry with me until slain!
I have my spirit in my flesh and I summon rain
To fall on us all and unleash the pain!
if Darkness was all"Forgiveness passes through pain... not silence" - she said - "So tell me all the truth and I will understand".if Darkness was all2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you sure?Can you bear it?"- asked the man.
"Of course... I can wait no more!"- she replied.
"There was a valley far over the mountains where now we see the sun disappear... ah the sun... how glorious it seemed there,strong and familiar. The children of the valley grew poor and happy for generations... playing at the border of the wood, or near the old dry well. There was a game we played to show our courage... for we were boys... stupid boys we were, and ignorant of evil. The game consisted of descending into the well and remain there for as long as possible. The gray eyed child was fearful... of both the well and the teasing of the others... so, in a wretched night, he decided to face the well all alone... to scream his fear far from the ears of the companions who would have payed this behaviour with a lot of friendly fists with the delicacy that only young boys grown