The VisitThe Visit10 months ago in Romance More Like This
by: Sariah Noel
“PRINCESS!” Finn said in shock as she fell to the floor. “LSP! What happened?”
“I just got news that PB's parents are coming to the kingdom to check up on her. You know? Like to see if she has like, a boyfriend yet or something.”
“So? There is nothing I can do about it.” Just as he spoke, a purple portal appeared out of nowhere and spit out a bunch of people.
“Ouch. Hey Gumball! It worked!” Fiona said with pride. She glared over at Finn and stared into his eyes. “Have we met?”
“I think you might be my twin sister. We could have been separated as babies.” Fiona looked at him and grinned.
“We probably are! I'm Fiona.” She held out her hand and smiled.
“I'm Finn. I have never met another human in my life.”
“Neither have I.” As they continued their conversations, Gumball went and hugged Princess Bubblegum
That One NightBTW THIS IS A POEM SO PREPARED TO BE BOREDThat One Night8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You try to make everything right
I turn the other way
You try to ask me what was wrong
But still I will not say.
No matter how hard you try
I will not say a word
You beg and plead for me to tell
But nothing will be heard.
You walk away like its your fault
I look to see you cry
Up against that metal pole
Hood is flicked up high.
I watch you there a little more
Watching you cling for dear life
I see you pull out an object
I gasp to see a knife.
I walk over to where your at
Grab the knife and set it aside
So confused to see you this way
I ask the question "why?"
I curled up beside my friend
Harder and harder I cry
Wondering what I did wrong
Why I shut you out why?
I apologize to you
But I still feel the shame
Everyday since that night
I still feel the same.
I always wondered why
I still loved you so
A thought that lurked in the back of my mind
I just can't let you go.
You bring the light to my morning
I still remember the day
.twenty three nightmares of being.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
on the operating table,
my surgeon mumbles something about getting right
to the heart of things, i might feel a little sting not unlike
that one i got on my wrist when i was
younger, but no, that's not working,
would it be okay if he were
to dig a little deeper? -
something crawls up and over the edge of
the bed, yes she did cartwheels
at the crematorium because
sadness was never that much fun anyway
and to be honest it was cold and a little too quiet
inside, there was no need to kiss her
on the forehead again - and if you bump
into the evil, sister, come and let
me know -
about how i wanted to
slip through that crack in the pier and smash through the
stained glass surface of the sea,
shatter and curl up on a pew with the eels below
and simply flounder, watch the world from
underwater, grow some
i'm not really sure why it's that big a deal
if i'm sick -
this is my body and
this is my love