Wake Me UpThey say that every creature
On earth dies alone.
But if that's true, why would we
Want to live our life alone?
If we're alone during life,
Should we be alone during death?
Life is nothing but a dream,
A dream in which we can't wake up.
We're alone while we dream,
It is only us in our own mind.
That soft sleep is only important
To the sleeper.
Whether it's a good dream or nightmare,
We are alone within our minds.
But what we don't realize is
That life is the dream,
And we can't wake up.
We've seen what we dream,
But that's the real world, elusive.
We've caught a glimpse, and it has
Opened our eyes to our true lives.
Wake me from this dream,
For it is a nightmare.
Wake me up.
Lead me to life, so that I
May die someday, not alone.
Wake me up.
I'm a heavy sleeper, therefore,
You will have to awaken me from this dream.
Waking from a nightmare brings
Such sweet satisfaction.
Wake me up,
For life is nothing but a dream.
Wake me up.
My ConfessionSo many things to live for,My Confession1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But so many reasons to die,
How is it that I can be happy,
While still managing to cry?
One year, five years, ten...
Too many years to count.
All my life, I've denied
The truth about the amount
Of pain in my chest and throat,
No matter how much I smile,
The overall picture decays,
Euphoria lasting a short while.
I had never really confessed
Up until now, for I've lied
For more than a decade about
Crossing to the other side.
I've lied to myself, not friends,
And I've never expressed it,
These feelings of melancholy
That leave me in a dark pit.
Selfishness and selflessness,
Who here can be blamed?
Is it them, or is it me?
Which argument is to be shamed?
A child should never wish to die,
For too young is the soul,
But my innocence was little,
Nay, may've never existed at all.
I cannot tell you exactly when
My heart had started to break,
For I myself do not know when
My whole world began to quake.
"She is bubbly," they said,
"She is so kind and energetic."
Jacky's LetterTo the parents and family of Madeline,Jacky's Letter2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My name is Jacky Stiles, and as you have probably guessed, I've killed Maddy. The reason I'm writing this, however, is because I want you to know the truth of what happened that day.
As you know, Maddy was a very happy, carefree girl. In the hours I spent with her, I learned that very quickly. She was friendly, funny, and overall just a great girl. She was just a little scared of me, but otherwise, she spoke to me as if we were just having a normal conversation.
Even after I hurt her the first couple of times, it didn't seem to bother her. I'll admit it frustrated and angered me, and I also found it a little intimidating. She smiled and was so carefree and honest. She never once cried from fear.
But I'm not writing this to tell you what I did to her, I'm writing this because she'd want you to know. She died happy. When I asked her why she was so carefree and unafraid, she said it was because nothing could be done. She knew she couldn't get away, a
ContemplationSilence...Contemplation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay in my bed,
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
Tears run down my face,
And I close my eyes,
Letting moonlight wash over me.
Fate is a cruel thing,
Destiny is elusive.
Existance is nothing more
Than a lie.
The world is ego,
I open my teary eyes, gazing up
At the vast, starry sky.
They look so free...
Balls of fire,
Giant chunks of ice,
Planets more significant
Than our own...
What is up there?
What is out in that void?
The cold air stings my
Tear streaked face...
I sit up, still staring at
The beautiful night sky.
In my bed, I can't help
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ROOF????
My Best Friend is a GhostIt was a dare, and I took it. You know how people get when being pressured by their friends, being clucked at like a chicken and calling you a scaredy cat. Well, they were my friends... yup, friends.My Best Friend is a Ghost2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was an old broken down mine shaft. Cliche, I know. It had caved in during a mine blast that went wrong, and many miners were injured. Luckily, no one died... that is, until a young girl was curious enough to explore the ruins. The mine was, and still is, unstable.
The girl's name was Aida, but her last name was never released for unknown reasons. She was ten when she crawled in to look around, hoping to find some little treasures to take home. She was very adventurous. Unfortunately, part of the ceiling fell down and crushed her to death. She wasn't found until a week later when they discovered her footsteps in the mud leading to the mine. Her body was carefully recovered, and there was a closed casket funeral.
Well, years later, stories were made and rumors were spread that Aida still
The Suicide PhotographerI am a photographer.The Suicide Photographer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People hate my work. You may ask why, but when you see my shots, you'll understand. My work is very controversial. I am sadly proud of my photos, for I may be the only one who's adopted this style.
I capture photos of suicide.
No matter where I go, I carry my camera with me, ready to shoot anything that may happen. There's surprisingly a lot of suicides in this city and the next city over. I've gotten beautiful shots.
The most common ones are those of people jumping from buildings. Of course, there's usually a crowd of people pleading for the person to come down, so I know right away what I am about to get. I stand to get a good perspective, hold up my camera, and snap the photo right as the person plunges to their demise. I take a couple one after the other so I make sure to get the perfect shot. People surrounding me shout at me and call me heartless.
On the contrary, I am more caring than them. That person wanted to end their life, so they had a perfect reason t
I Lost My GlassesI lost my glasses.I Lost My Glasses2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I thought I left them on the table, but I checked and nothing was there except something sharp. I have terrible vision; everything is so blurry, I can't make out shapes.
I move through the house, feeling around. My wife must be painting the walls. I see dark shapes on them, and they're wet to the touch. It's so quiet it the house...
I step on something wet and squishy. I really wish the kids would not bring the pool toys in the house.
I look in the kids' bedroom and say, "girls, have you seen my glasses?" No response, but I can see a lump under each of their blankets. They must be sleeping.
I check the bathroom, but the lightbulb went out. I feel around, and my hand touches the counter. I hate it when the kids splash water all over the place. It's thicker though... soap?
I go into the bedroom and see my wife standing near the window. Of course I could only see her blurry shape cause of my terrible eyesight. I'm getting old.
"Hunny, have you seen my glasses?" She didn
Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 10August 16, 2013Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 101 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay, last night was weird and... well, I technically didn't necessarily kill my girl like I had planned. It was... well, I can't sum it up into a few short words, I'll have to explain.
So, the girl I tracked was named Chrissy, and I had met her in a cafe a couple days before I killed Emily. Chrissy seemed kind of sad, so I bought her a hot chocolate and got to talking with her. She had had a rough life, but as respect to her memory, I'm not going to disclose that information.
Anyway, hanging out with me seemed to cheer her up, and I'll admit, I got sort of a girl crush on her. I'm too old though. She gave me her address so we could hang out together. I've gone over about two times before the weekend, and she's a very sad, young girl. Her mother is almost never home, and the one time I saw her, she was passed out on the couch, drunk.
We arranged for me to sleep over last night, and that's when I had planned to kill her. Don't get me wrong, I loved her like we had been f
The False Life of PenelopeHer name was Penelope,The False Life of Penelope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she wasn't quite right.
Her life was unhappy
And a constant battle to fight.
Only at the age of twelve,
Poor Penny was alone.
In this world she did dwell,
But craved a world of her own.
The story of Penny
Is a sad one indeed,
For her mind was uncanny
And was in dire need
Of jubilance and cheer
In which she did not hold,
But strived to engineer
With imagination so bold.
Dear Penny was young
And was too shy to make friends,
So she invented the one
Who she'd use to make amends.
The internet is perfect
For hiding who you are,
And many would disrespect
Other users from afar.
So Penny became the person
She so wished to be,
Having no idea it'd worsen
Her sadness and misery.
Hanging out in sites and chats,
She quickly gained the trust
Of those who believed her stats,
Which were secretly robust.
Penny, oh sweet Penny,
How she went so very far
Was extraordinarily uncanny,
Why hide who you truly are?
She posted random pictures
And claimed they were her own,
My Tall and Skinny FriendMy Tall and Skinny Friend2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I have a friend. He's pretty impressive, I show him off all the time. People must be super jealous though, cause they either run away screaming or faint.
My friend is much taller than me and very skinny. I tell him I envy him because I have to be careful to keep my weight where I want it. He's always dressed so nicely too! In a black suit and tie, he always looks like he's going to a business meeting.
It's very hard to tell how my friend is feeling because... well, this may sound weird but... he has no facial features. His skin is snow white and just has a... completely blank face. He has no mouth either, so he can't talk. He usually just writes me messy little notes.
He's a weird dude, obviously. But he's super fun. He can duplicate his arms as much as he wants, and they can also stretch far distances. He can also change his height, but he never goes below eight feet. I don't think he's able to.
He keeps to himself when it comes to personal stuff. I tried to ask him wher
Follow the ButterfliesNow I'm twenty three,Follow the Butterflies1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But how can that be?
I didn't want to live, you see.
I've come so far
With all these scars
Caused by a world of liars.
Insignificance, known by name
To be just another useless game
Where all the players are the same.
My arms are covered with butterflies,
An innocent image to another's eyes,
Filling their heads with endless lies...
These harmless creatures do not leave,
But instead, stay to watch me grieve...
Though they tell what I believe...
Let the poor butterflies go.
If you cared, you wouldn't say no.
Would you say you love them so?
The color is red, these simple things,
Dust trails behind their wings.
You will know when the butterfly sings...
That you should let me go.
UtopiaI could be executed for writing this. Hell, they'd probably throw me in prison just for catching me with a pen and paper. But I have to get this down... I know it's only a matter of time before they realize that I'm a free thinker... and then they'll make sure I never existed.Utopia2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ten years ago, the entire world changed. They had been building up to this point, and they were incredibly successful. I saw it comiand I tried my best to tell people that this isn't how we want to live. We don't want to be controlled... but they were already brainwashed.
The government showed their true colors. Libraries and theatres were torn down, artwork and historical artifacts were burned to ashes, and the world's most renowned musicians were gunned down like animals. Oh yea... the animals... you'd be lucky to even find a picture of one, let alone a real one.
Anyone caught with any sort of art, music, unorthodox clothing, stuffed animals, books, religious practice... anything that made someone individual...
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.What You Don't See1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
Honesty is a CrimeHonesty is a crime.Honesty is a Crime11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell people you're sad,
You're crying out for attention.
Tell people you're angry,
You're a threat to others.
You say you're not afraid of death,
You think you're the shit.
Honesty is a crime.
If you have beliefs,
You're out of your mind.
If you love gore,
You're a sociopath.
If you have a disorder,
Everyone should pity you.
Honesty is a crime.
It's not okay to be sad.
It's unacceptable to be angry.
It's impossible to not fear death.
You can't show emotion
Because you're craving sympathy.
Give me attention,
For I am human,
And I am so very special.
ClockMy body is a clockClock1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tick tock, tick tock
Counting down the time
I have left on this rock.
My heart is a bomb
That beats like a drum
Any moment, it could cease
Stopping the clock's run.
My mind is a machine
That records what is seen
It waits for the day
The bomb blows off steam.
My body is a clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Bringing me ever closer
To my escape from this rock.
Pretty PeopleI just want to be pretty.Pretty People1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like him, like her...
I want the face that
I want the body that
Why is she so skinny?
Why is she so curvy?
Why is he so handsome?
Why is he so perfect?
I just want to be sexy.
Like him, like her...
I want to fit in my
Old jeans and dresses
That I wore in high school.
I want to walk by to
Have people whisper,
"That girl is gorgeous."
I just want to be thin.
Like him, like her...
Why are they so lucky?
Why do they get the glory?
Why do they get that body
And that face without
Even working for it?
You know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Unless you're one of them.
I know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Cause I'm not one of them.
I put on makeup to
Make myself look different.
I'm ashamed at my
My parents were pretty,
So why not me?
I just want to be pretty.
Like him, like her....
DermatillomaniaI want to be perfect. I just want to be perfect. But so much is getting in my way... I hate my ugly body. This horrible skin with all of its imperfections. It's driving me mad.Dermatillomania2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I look in the mirror and see a blemish on my cheek. It's not quite ready to go yet, but I feel it! I feel it! It's there, and I don't want it to be. I want it gone.
I push at it, trying to get the defect out, but it won't surface. All I managed to accomplish was two deep nail marks in my face. I get frustrated and I scratch at it, trying to get the skin off to open the pore. It bleeds a little bit. I try squeezing again, but nothing. The nail marks break the skin slightly.
I grab a sewing needle. They say not to do this, but I'm desperate. I try to gently tear open the blemish. I really don't want to scar my face, so I have to be careful. But even after that, it won't come out! I scratch vigorously at it until there's a large, bleeding scrape on my cheek. I don't pay much attention to that, for I see the
Remember when I Died?Remember when I died? No, probably not. As you stood there laughing in my face, pushing and shoving me, telling me everything that was wrong with me... I fell. I fell hard. I've fallen before, but when I fall that hard...Remember when I Died?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wasn't me anymore.
Breaking down and crying, your laughter increased, and you called upon others to join you. It's fun to see someone cry, fun to see their world being torn apart, fun to have nothing more to live fo--
Where did that knife come from? Was I carrying it around with me? Did you have it? Who knows... I don't remember. But it's on you. My blood is on your hands.
But you're happy now. You're happy I'm gone. You're all happy I'm gone. I'm just sad I didn't get a chance to write my suicide letter. Hmm, you'd probably laugh at that too. Because I'm so funny. Because my pain is so funny. Because my death is so funny.
What about my friends? Are they sad I'm gone? Of course not. No one can be trusted. Everyone will betray their most loyal friends. People
Going on a DietPeople are so fat. Why do we get so fat?! It's frustrating! No matter what we eat, we gain weight! I don't even wanna eat anymore, but I know I have to! Humans need food to survive! But I don't WANNA give up my favorite foods!Going on a Diet1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some people don't care, or they do, but they take it out on themselves by eating more. I see fat people EVERYWHERE, and it's disgusting, but then I see people who are practically skin and bone, and that's not much better! Though I'd rather be stick thin than fat!
I'm really not trying hard enough to lose weight though... I need to REALLY crack down on my diet and give up some of my favorite things to eat...
Looks like I gotta cut back on eating other humans. *sigh*
My Last RideI've looked forward to this day since the ride opened. I've always loved roller coasters, but I'm afraid of heights, so I never went on the ones with loops. I slowly started riding bigger coasters and... well, when this opened, I knew it was time.My Last Ride2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the biggest roller coaster in the world, and this is the only park it's been built at. I had to travel from the United States to the United Kingdom, and it took all my life savings, but... I won't be needing that money anymore. I told myself I'd ride this coaster without second thought, no matter what the cost.
It's not for everybody. In fact, many are horrified by it. Hell, when I saw the scale model of it, my heart leapt into my throat and was struck by excitement and fear. I never thought it'd be built in my lifetime... it's time to face many things; my fear of heights, my fear of loops, and most of all... it's time to face death.
The Euthanasia Coaster begins with a 1600 top, and the ride up is extremely steep. It's so steep, you'd f
The Real YouDay after day, you busy yourself with things that you enjoy, hobbies that make you content, spend time with people who make you laugh. Your friends see you smile and love the sunshine it brings to them, and you yourself are glad you could give them happiness. They see you as someone to turn to when they need to be reminded that life isn't so bad, that there is a way to express joy through the hard times, and they thank you for helping them, even though it seems like you were doing nothing but being yourself. But it was being yourself that spread those smiles to others, wasn't it? A chain reaction caused by the simple act of your own face preforming the ever so contagious grin. They see you as carefree, jubilant, energetic, and nothing seems to bother you. You love when people tell you you've made them smile, and it makes you smile, glad to know that you brought them happiness.The Real You5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Then you remember who you really are. You remember that they've never seen the real you. You remember that the
Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.Maybe Aliens are Real2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
Ride with MeA couple days ago, Annatier played a pretty cruel joke on me. I was sitting at the base of my blapple tree and watching Paka hop around in the grass, when Anna skipped right over and plopped next to me. Before I could say hello, she spoke.Ride with Me1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Let's go to the amusement park!" she said.
"In Clearwater Park?" I inquired. A grin played Anna's face, showing her razor sharp teeth.
"No, silly..." Her voice was soft and bittersweet. "The one in Wayward City... you know, a little passed Blood Pond?" I frowned at her and sat up straight, giving her a serious look.
"You're not trying to get me to ride that coaster, are you?" I asked slowly.
"Well, you want to, right?"
"Yes, but you know what'll--"
"What if I told you that I found a way to keep you alive?" I felt my breath stop, though my heart had started racing with nervousness and anticipation.
"How is that possible?" I asked, still keeping my voice firm. "At 10g, no human would survive even the first two loops let alone seven!"
A Best FriendA good friend will be there for you when you cry.A Best Friend2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A best friend will be there crying with you.
A good friend will keep your secret if you murder someone.
A best friend will have been your accomplice.
A good friend will let you commit suicide.
A best friend will be holding your hand as they jump in front of a train with you.
A good friend will mourn for you if you die before them.
A best friend will follow you.
A good friend will be at your execution to say goodbye.
A best friend will be in a second electric chair right next to you.
A good friend will say it's not a good idea to throw that explosive into the powerplant that's destroying natural habitat.
A best friend will count down to three, giving you the signal to throw it.
A good friend will ignore the fact that you kidnapped someone to torture.
A best friend will provide the chloroform.
A good friend will yell at your ex for breaking up with you.
A best friend will murder them