Sammy [Creepypasta]Hey guys it's Lee. Sorry I haven't been very active lately. I just moved into a new house and I'm still trying to unpack everything, but I got all my computer stuff unpacked and plugged in, so I'm good with updating this blog again.Sammy [Creepypasta]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
And I have to tell everyone this. While I was unpacking, I found a journal. It probably belonged to the other person who lived here. I don't usually read other people's journals, but I decided to take a look at it anyway and... I have no damn clue on what to think of it. I'm just going to copy everything on this journal and post it here. This needs to be shown to the world.
Friday 7:05 PM
I finally moved into a new house. I didn't really want to move, but my brother Oliver got a job and we had to be closer to his work. I don't have a huge problem with it but, I just wish he chose a...nicer looking house. It's a little run down. There's cracks and holes in the walls, the carpet is disgusting, and I think I saw a mouse w
Forget the cataracts, you've been blind since '98I swore theseForget the cataracts, you've been blind since '989 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stitched up and ripped out
and painted over fingernails
could never do
much more than scratch at
jack o lantern lids,
but inside i was
(where’s the fire,
ghost of a girl?)
halloween was 2 months ago and
I’m still a fucking monster,
my eyes are brand new but I
can’t see shit.
I swore I’d
spit on the difference
between old and
teeth could rot before a girl could
and these canines were
all I had left,
but I didn’t mean they wouldn't
tear you to shreds just to shut you up
this throat could cough up
and it would still know
Too Earthbound to Fly11pm.Too Earthbound to Fly10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's riding a bus
that he didn't even know
ran this late.
next to a she,
a she he knows
he shouldn't love,
but one he can't
say he doesn't.
She's leaning against him,
hair draped on collarbone,
it'd been a long day.
He felt the warmth
of her hoodied head
pressing against his shoulder,
and he rested his head
all he wanted to do
was to hold her close
and stop time in its place.
But it kept going.
They came to their station.
And said their goodbyes.
And she gave him a kiss.
And he was happy,
because he was just too realistic;
too grounded to fly,
too earthbound to dream.
that the magic
that happened today
would be gone the next.
Today was a precursor
and he couldn't
of that nothing
WonderlandWhen I was little, I knew Wonderland.Wonderland9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Logic was faulty and rules were no more.
Up was down; down was up.
That was how it constantly was.
Fish swam in the air and drowned in water.
Worries were small and dreams were big.
One fell up until they reached the clouds,
Which were then used for soft beds and pillows.
Gender was an unnoticed trait.
Everyone was blind.
Everyone could see.
There were no expectations to uphold.
I was happy.
Then I woke up-or fell asleep-
Into a world with war and prejudice and plague.
I wondered then, and I do now…
Was Wonderland not the real world?
? + ? - German? + ? = ♥? + ? - German7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Zwei Fragezeichen. Können ein Herz bilden. Aber es bleiben immer zwei störende Punkte.
Du. Du bist nicht leicht in Worte zu fassen. Du sprengst den Rahmen. Deinen eigenen. Den meiner Gefühle. Den der Buchstaben. Ich könnte mich stundenlang in Beschreibungen deiner Augen verlieren. Weil es in meiner Natur liegt, die Dinge, die mir wichtig sind, in Texten festzuhalten. Ihnen Rahmen zu geben. Aber jetzt bin ich schon wieder bei mir gelandet, weil es mir einfacher erscheint über mich zu schreiben, als über dich. Dabei war Ich bisher immer mein meist gefürchtetes Thema. Schwer in Worte zu fassen. Leichter als du. Also noch ein Versuch.
Du. Du forderst immer zu viel vom Leben. Von anderen. Von dir selbst, vor allem. Du verzweifelst, wenn du Dinge nicht einfangen kannst. Wenn sie zu groß für deine Bilder und jeden Rahmen sind. Zu groß für dich. Besser als du. Grenzenloser. Am meisten verzweifelst du, wenn du deine e
I Can't Love All of YouI only loved youI Can't Love All of You9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of desperation -
I ran toward you and tried
to grasp your hand only
to make you my reason
to keep breathing
But you let go of me
and I hit my head on the floor hard,
really hard, far, far too hard
for someone with brittle bones like me,
and I woke up
I don't have what it takes
to love someone
I love him like a trophy,
and the others only for their
sculpted curves hidden from my hands,
and the rest not for the skin
they live in, but the stars
in their eyes
I am not a person that can
love all of someone
from their bones and raw flesh
to their sparkling galaxies and
their laughter and their scars
I only love part of
every one of them,
so, in the end, I guess
I don't love any of them
Heart and SoulIm in tune,as my heart swoons,it skips a beat as i look to the moonHeart and Soul9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its inspiring and keeps me desiring for change
my soul was just a blip on my own radar screen,my days started off with my spirit starting to scream
It wasnt a dream,as much as i wished that is was,i couldnt see reality clearly because i had no real perspective
As i have been growing i have changed my objective,i have gained strength from the information i have gathered
My viewpoint is subjective according to the information i apply,but i cant deny that life has pried open my proverbial 3rd eye
I see you,and now i allow you to see me,into me as i have always seen through you,into your heart that has always been so blind
Im open,and without hoping for anything,there isint a string to be pulled by,but a thread that connects us
To each other and the world,im not finished,im just getting started,healed up mostly, no longer feeling incomplete or broken hearted
DrowningThe waves crash around me like the words in my head,Drowning9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pulsing and pressing my body into the depths
of the water and of my mind.
I search for air, I reach for your hand,
but the sweet siren songs darken my mind.
A haze of happiness and hope
belief that maybe it can be just you and me
dry and safe in the warmth of the sun.
Maybe then the pain will be gone
and the cold murky depths will cease to call
because without you,
I am nothing
The Wise CrowThe Wise Crow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The black crow cries again.
It wakes me up to loneliness.
It reminds me that I am empty.
I have no one but myself and he.
The sky is gray, much like the color of my soul.
I feel a vast mixture of emotions as the crow stares at me.
Pain. Sadness. Grief. Depression. Remorse.
The crow is talking to me.
Telling me to go sit under a rose bush, so I do.
The crow is smarter than I thought.
The pain that I get from being prodded by the thorns of the bush help me to realize something.
Realize that I am high.
I'm fine, I'm fineAnger bubbles up to the surfaceI'm fine, I'm fine9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Barely contained by a smile
One wrong word and I might snap
Tread lightly around the fire
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
I’ve contained it all this long
To tell anyone would be weakness
And I need to stay strong
I bottle it up, and restrain myself
Never let my cover be blown
I don’t want to hurt anyone
Which means my anger can never show
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
I just need to hold on
I’ve tried to hold back the flame
But my strength is almost gone
The rage beats at my resolve
Tears it down with no mercy
I stare at the mirror
My hatred glares back at me
I’m not fine, not fine
I now stand here, broken
I thought I could stand against it
But the anger has left me, beaten
Crush LoveThe innocence of a sweet first love is nothing like a crush.Crush Love9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crush is a heart stopping, all-the-breath-in-your-lungs-gone feeling, the feeling of being swept off your feet before you've even said hello.
Love is when you bump into someone and say excuse me, and your eyes catch, and a smile overcomes your lips, and you shyly move on
A crush is when you say that they belong to you, and your heart yearns day and night for them to call your name
Love is when you hope that maybe they'll say hi when they pass by you in the hallway, a little grin on their face as they turn to watch you go
A crush is when you always desire to hold their hand and cuddle profusely, never wanting another girl to even look when they are there
Love is the satisfaction in knowing that they'll get attention, but trusting that those precious few moments when you hold hands that you're all they're thinking about
A crush is being away from someone and feeling as if your heart was being ripped from your chest, eve
Hell On EarthYou grow upHell On Earth9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fearing the devil
being unable to see
the hell on earth.
You fear the torture
of burning in eternal damnation
but you are blind
to the pain around you
blind to the dying and starving people
blind to the pain surrounding you
blind to the tears
hidden behind the eyes of those around you.
Blind the horror of everyday life.
Why do you not see the beauty in death
the beauty in escaping this world?
How do you not hear the screams
of the thousands dying around you
of the thousands lost in this world
how do you not see there tears?
How can you remain blind
to the hell on this earth.
Bleeding For YouYou loved me once.Bleeding For You9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was little.
You held me so tight.
You made me feel safe.
I knew nothing could hurt me as long as I was with you.
I knew I could never love anyone as I love you.
And I knew you loved me too.
But then I grew up.
The arms that once held me tight now push me away.
I'm not little anymore.
I once felt safe.
Now I'm afraid.
Everything hurts me now.
Your words rip through me like a knife.
Look at the blood.
Your love has transformed.
You don't see it.
But I do.
You tell me to be strong.
And when I am, you say I am not compassionate.
You tell me it's okay to cry.
Yet when I do, you tell me I'm weak.
You tell me to think.
Yet when I do, you tell me I'm stupid.
These words slice me.
My blood is draining.
But I must clean it up.
I must clean it or I'm nothing but a dirty pig.
Wallowing in my own filthy blood.
You tell me to compromise.
But you won't.
You feel you do not have to.
Everyone must confo
A Dull Day in RomeSaint within the bloodA Dull Day in Rome9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Barbarian within wine
Sinner within tears
A Grave Digger's KissesI fell in love with a gravedigger. His hands were rough and calloused; no matter how many times he cleaned them, grains of soil remained rattling in his palm. It should have been a warning – dirt nestled in his love-line, but something about the way he held me, how he always seemed surprised that I was warm, that I was alive, was endearing. He once said that in winter, when his fingers were like ice, he couldn’t feel the difference between the coffin and the bed. But he refused gloves, scoffed at them; said feeling the earth part under his feet was the only way he knew up from down.A Grave Digger's Kisses9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And his eyes were like shovels, constantly burrowing through me, dragging up fossils, the skeletons dancing in my closet. He lived with the dead, only understood the chattering of skulls, would unearth forgotten secrets, examine them as if he were a mortician, a pathologist. Then those eyes would silently begin again, reburying them in perfectly square holes, in perfectly straight lines. H
i am worth it.and if this feelingi am worth it.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
only lasts for tonight,
i'll swallow the night;
rearrange the stars
to map the
letters of my name
because i am worth
every second it takes
to let the world know
a lifetime of storms just to make things matterIt never rains like this where I’m from. It’s all or nothing there. Where the sky will split open for days, swallowing the continents, putting oceans where they used to rest. There, we were always just barely afloat, and I never learned how to swim.a lifetime of storms just to make things matter2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here, I feel like I can still breathe between the raindrops and I sit out on our back patio and let the water soak into my skin and wash away all my sins. I know I’m not who I thought I’d be five years ago, but it’s not enough just to wish you could change, sometimes you just have to accept the way things are. Except who you’ve become. Where you’ve come from.
It was the day after my twentieth birthday when I learned that my heart would skip beats when I saw his face. My pulse would start and stop and disappear. I was fading and sometimes, he would make my outlines clear again, bring back the contours and all my shades and shadows. Small smiles would be awarded, unfamiliar to my face. He was my angel
I'm Going to Find Out - A short storyThirteen year old Emily Frank stood alone in her bedroom in darkness. The drapes were pulled closed over the window to block the night from looking in. A tear fell from her eye, rolled down her face and fell, fell, until it hit the carpet. She pulled out a letter from her pocket that she had written. She opened it, and read it. Immediately, she went to her desk and pulled out a pen, deciding she should write more. The pen waited over the paper but no words came from it. After a hesitation and a frustrated sigh, Emily put the pen down, re-folded the letter, and walked to her bed. It was perfectly made, which matched her perfectly clean room. Emily's childhood friends were neatly perched on her bed, watching her.I'm Going to Find Out - A short story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They'll never need to clean after me again." Emily whispered to them. She glanced from one stuffed animal to the other. They didn't respond.
"You know, I think you're the only ones who'll notice I'm gone." Her voice cracked with overwhelming sadness, and tears blurred her visio
Seven Minutes in (Everything!) Heaven CryaoticSeven Minutes in (Everything!) Heaven Cryaotic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You dug through until you found something that interested you. You pulled it out to reveal…
A pair of black earbuds. You looked at them for a moment, trying to figure out where you had seen them before, before you handed them back to Grell. You went to the back of the closet and leaned your head against the wall while you waited for Grell to find whoever owned the earbuds.
You could really care less about this game; you didn’t think of kissing as a game, you thought it should be between people who actually liked each other. Which is why when your friend Cry stepped into the room, white mask and all, your heart started pounding.
“Hi friend!” Cry said cheerfully, unaware of the emotional turmoil this game was about to put you through.
“Hey Cry.” You said softly before sinking to the ground and hugging your knees to your chest. Maybe if you just stayed silent, your friendship would be the same when this game was over. But wait; did you want it to stay
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphereThe Voice of Heaven9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Let your beautiful heart shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play them in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
*Beguiled*Redolent Meadow*Beguiled*9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Evocative, lovers explore
we're all made of stories.We're all either made of cells or stories, but in your case, it's both. You're somehow bigger than what one body can contain. And I know that all of this all these words and breaths and spaces aren't enough to explain you. You're better than any fiction will ever be.we're all made of stories.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember sitting in the passenger seat of your car, watching the familiar city streets flick by, fast like a picture book. It felt like there was something I was missing between the pages and second story houses, but I couldn't place it. I had my arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding my insides in since I was afraid with every passing moment I would let their contents spill. You wouldn't look at me, but you kept talking. For the first time ever, I wished you would stop. You were telling me that you could never love me and I was completely aware that I had already foolishly followed you in too deep and now you were letting me know that you had been drowning for years. You were promising to take me und