Who listens?If there are three things you should know about me, then they are as follows:
My name is Sampson Allison. This rhymes and sounds strange when you say it. Sampson Allison. Say it, and you'll see. I go by Sammy, which though childish, is better than rhyme. The p too is also unnecessary.
I have a dead sister. Yes, that's right. My sister Lena was murdered. Now, how do I put it? Well, this destroyed everything I suppose. My mum was devastated, she drinks a lot actually, and me? They say it made me strange. Like my name.
I like to write things down. If you don't, then they become nothing. It is best to record it all than leave nothing behind. Like Lena did.
Actually, I suppose there's more than three things. I'm fifteen, I'm scared of death and I like bugs. Right now, I'm on holiday, the house is too big and there are too many people.
As introductions go, I'm guessing this has put you off.
The foster sister is waiting outside my bedroom door when I wake up. Mum looks after her sometimes
Crime SceneHe lay face down and she lay face up, their hands touching, just slightly. The flies had already come, stomping their feet through the open wounds until their wings had grown sticky and they’d been pulled down, drowning in the claret rivers. Blood had pooled and from his head, the brains had spilled, a grey and red cauliflower cheese dribbled across the floor. Soil had mingled with her broken face, a smudgy, inhuman mess.Crime Scene9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
SoulEater: Nightmare ch.1Maka dashed across the rooftops with Soul in her grasp, the people in the busy streets several feet below were blissfully unaware of the deadly game of cat and mouse that was under way above their heads.SoulEater: Nightmare ch.11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lanky man ran on al fours, a long red tongue hanging out of his toothy mouth. This feral lunatic had been plaguing this town regardless of day or night, but that was about to change now that Maka and Soul had been called in. It had taken three days to find him and at the very sight of the weapon and meister he took off running.
The man jumped to a lower roof, clumsily rolling before clambering back upright. He ran to the edge of the roof and came to a grinding halt, quickly realizing there was no other roof within jumping range. The large main street stretched out before him and he knew he was trapped.
Maka hit the ground behind him, bringing Soul up as she charged him without missing a beat. The man turned, a look of fear and disbelief on his face.
“W-w-wait!” He stutter
Domestic ViolenceEverybody laughed until he hit backDomestic Violence10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Missed Meeting Penny stared at her latte as the rain ran down the window beside her. She barely gave any notice to the chilled breeze that was managing to sneak around the panes of glass even though her arm that was closest to the window was cold.Missed Meeting11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked at her watch then relieved her breath in a defeated sigh. He wasn’t coming. She should have known that he wouldn’t come, what reason was there for him to have come anyhow? She wasn’t anything special, especially to him.
She rested her chin in her hand s she went back to staring at her untouched drink. She no longer wanted it, she didn’t think that she would ever want a latte ever again. She had, after all, only developed a liking for them when she had found out that it was his favorite; it had seemed like it would be something that they could share. Now it only seemed to remind her of how stupid she had been to believe he would want to meet her.
ListenShouting, sometimes it seems like the only option.Listen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear me?
Loud and clear. Now what was it you were saying?
Eyes narrow, shake of the head.
Nobody listens, so you choose to stop talking.
You sit alone, not lonely.
You stay quiet, not silenced.
And sometimes the quietude is louder than the shouts.
Love?Harsh pain sears through, heavy hurt, ringing ears,Love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silent drip drop of invisible tears,
Clenched teeth, just bear it, you'll pull through.
Love? You're not sure. Devotion? Maybe.
Loyalty? Certainly. Pride? Absolutely.
Shame, it clings like cobwebs to your soul,
Sinful, ugly shame, that's why lips stay sealed.
Satin red blood, bruises on the uneaten apple,
Clumsy? Yes, ridiculously so. Accidents? All the time.
Domestic violence? A bitter sweet crime.
No, a man can never hit a woman,
But women feel free to hit your man.
For shame and pride are the biggest silencers of all.
2 Years"Here. She's smiling in this one."2 Years9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Astronomer Through the twinkling stars,Astronomer10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Lovers of LothlorienThough the sun had long since set, and all was quiet, to him, there was no rest. Celeborn, Lord of the elven kingdom of Lothlorien, had finished his day and was passing the time among the woods of his land. For many long years he had dwelt in this forest, seen the trees come and go. Yet, as an elf, he had remained as he always has. Unchanging and ageless, like all of his kind. To his ears, the forest was not silent, but abuzz with the many far-away sounds. The winds blowing through the leaves. The animals scurrying about the forest floor. Even the footsteps of his own kin. All was heard by him.The Lovers of Lothlorien1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had lived through many ages, like many elves, and had seen much of the darker horrors this world had to offer, in war, or in the simple squabbles of those who lived beyond their borders. But here, near the edges of their protected realm, he found some peace. There was a tiny lake here, hidden among the many trees, known only to him and a select few others. Though he had come here often, it ne
Just one more time...You piss me off,Just one more time...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You make me cry,
You even make me wonder why.
Why do I put up with it all?
Why do I let you see my weakness?
Why do you keep me locked away?
You say you love me,
But lie to my face.
You make me love you,
What a discace.
I want to believe you,
When you say it will be okay,
But it's hard so hard to believe you.
Nothing feels right,
I keep up the fight.
So say you love me one more time,
Just one more time,
And you will once again be mine.
When I Was YoungOnce upon a time,When I Was Young2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young,
I believed our world is nice.
When I was young...
I thought I was the faulty one,
A parasite, a virus,
so sick and so hideous
I was asking so much,
always more than my lunch
"All these goodies, not enough?
What is more you need to laugh?"
When I was young,
I believed our world is nice
I felt, I was the broken one...
So I was shy, very shy
When I should and when I shouldn't...
I was so silly, stupid!
I thought I'm asking so much!
More than I need for lunch!
And if it happened to need more,
I would never ask it for.
But now I've grown so much,
little shame for my lunch,
Some they say, no shame at all,
that I'm out of control.
But now I've grown so much...
I always ask it for!
There's no shame, No more!
The wifeShe rises early, 6amThe wife3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whilst you still slumber, wallow in your dreams
She makes the tea
She gives you breakfast in bed,
Her hair already piled elegantly upon her head
She washes last night's dishes
And remembers to feed the cat
She prods the children wide awake
And gives you a gentle shake.
Downstairs, the children are at the table
Tidy hair, polished shoes.
A plate of food in front of you
Bowls of porridge for the children
You cover her delicate ears when the news plays,
She's a fickle thing your wife
A kiss of the cheek, your brief case in hand, you go.
She marches the children off to school
Singing on the way
Then off she goes to the shops, the grocerers, the paper shop
She chooses a leg of lamb, in the butchers
Staring into the dead animal's eyes, unfazed
Homeward bound now, arms laden with an army of bags
She unpacks the shopping, and begins the cleaning
Of course, that, is what she does best
She polishes the floor
Dusts every surface in sight
The stairs are given a good old brush
Is it ok?Is it ok, that i don't want to cry?Is it ok?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You clutch my hand and say 'it's alright'
But I think you're consoling yourself rather than me.
Is it ok that I'd rather think about the good things?
You're all thinking about their death
But I'd prefer to think about their life
Is it ok, that i dont want to pray?
It's nice and all
But I don't believe and neither did they
Is it ok, to say I didn't like the funeral?
Dying seems to cost more than staying alive
And anyway, isn't it better to say goodbye in your own individual way
But doing your own thing, is never ok.
Slumber.He awoke to find himself asleep.Slumber.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
Believe in Me (request: 955rolling)Elsa stared out the window. She watched the villagers for a moment, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Don’t let them in. Don’t let them see,” Elsa reminded herself. She turned away from the window and approached the painting of her parents that always hung on her wall. “Be the good girl you always have to be,” she continued.Believe in Me (request: 955rolling)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Carefully pulling off both of her gloves, and laying them to the side, Elsa cautiously reached for a candlestick and a small jewelry box. “Conceal. Don’t feel. Put on a show.” She glanced down at both items. Saw how frost raced over them both. “Make one wrong move and everyone will know,” she gulped, quickly returned them to her desk.
Her heart pounded frantically in her chest. Elsa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “But it’s only for today,” she reminded herself solemnly.
The queen-to-be whipped around. As she turned, she lashed ou
I want to break your heart darlingIt was all rather ridiculous looking back,I want to break your heart darling5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My jealous entrails, your face ugly from concentration.
You sat making pictures, loving those little pieces,
Whilst I sat making money at my desk. I’m busy
Darling, don’t disturb me. Don’t love me, don’t
Show you care. You do the cooking darling, I’ve
Got to get this done. I grouched in my armchair, as
Green as my mood. You, my dear were having an affair
Right in front of my very eyes. Your finger traced another
Torso and you caressed another face. My hand pummelled the armrest.
I wanted to break your heart darling, to give you something else to think about.
I wanted to see you try and put that back together, my dear.
Bet it would baffle you, I thought, since there wouldn’t be a picture or a box.
When I see it on the table, that’s it. I snap. Thrash, and crash,
A million little dodgy edges on the floor. You shriek, I smile
And now you’ve got a stamp collection instead.
Angelsangels.Angels8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
everyone thinks they're
and so did I,
my lovely guardians.
a slow burn
as they drip
onto my skin.
it was a darkness
no white faces or feathered wings
just broken bones
and keys to lock all doors.
but they were there through it all
a broken spider's web
a smashed bottle.
so they kept the secrets
whispered the words I wanted to hear
and they were the draw
The Last QuestionLooking back, did you enjoy life?The Last Question10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
SomaliaIf she could feed him her fleshSomalia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the flies have
gotten to her first.
much too tired to even try.
But she still does,
because he is
She'd rather stay silent as
her guts become
her largest organ
raisins under the
much longer than what was
she would give up her legs,
if only she
UglyIn a world filled with such a distorted and warped idea about the human body,Ugly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We forgot who we really are.
The ads on the television and the posters on the clutter filled streets
Are put up by vermin whose main goal is to make you think that you need products to become beautiful.
And maybe they have convinced you that you need to skip an essential meal to become Barbie.
Or that you require makeup to become presentable.
And in a world where role models are the weight of a five year old,
And people are so judgmental about what they see on the outside,
Our own ideas about true beauty become distorted
And a poisonous seed is planted in our brains.
So I am here to remind you,
Because I know you have forgotten,
You are not ugly my dear.
Let's Pretend [Poem]FOR ALL YOU SINGLE PEOPLE IRL--//slappedLet's Pretend [Poem]1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I felt like a poem would be a great way to express my frustrations to the month of February, the month where a "certain" day for couples appears...
I'll be honest, I hate Valentines Day regardless whether I was single or not. I also find it stupid to feel compelled to confess around Valentines because honestly, I think that's just a bit stupid but that's just me.
I say I love you and you say it was just a joke,
Though I played along, my heart you broke,
I lied and said I hate you and you feigned being upset,
Though we were both joking, you're still an idiot.
We both needed no words of confirmation and questions to tell,
Yet because of my foolishness our friendship had to slightly fell,
We were still friends with a distance since we rarely talked,
And when I see you laughing, so I closed my eyes and continued to walk.
I doubt that you saw me, laughed, and waved like always,
I would laugh and wave back if it were the case.
I wonder what your react
Her eyesIn the flame of the last candleHer eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Floats an air I can't explain,
A dark mood I cannot handle
In the house of miss Lorraine.
In this room with shady lighting,
I look rigidly around,
Hoping nothing uninviting
Would approach without a sound.
Maddened by this constant dread,
That has crept into my soul,
I have not escaped, instead
I have lost all self control.
I cringe as the wait grows longer
For I start feeling a stare
That, in time, was getting stronger
With the smell of this thick air.
But the waiting was in vain
For I knew that it was hiding
And I tried remaining sane
As my nerve started subsiding.
Soon, the candle lost it's vigor
And the flame was barely burning
But I felt her eyes get bigger
As she gave into the yearning.
I don't wish to say goodbye
And accept such a demise
But no matter how I try
I cannot escape her eyes.