Ive built walls around myself. A strong but simple fortress of four walls. Theyve weathered brutal assaults, hurricanes of emotion painstakingly sorting the waters of mine and foreign emotions, and keeping them separate. Now one by one, theyre being torn down.
It all started as a normal day at work. My office was blissfully silent, its four walls mirroring my own. Form after form is skimmed, filled out, tossed aside. Numbers, names, data, Im only paid to analyze them. I barely glance at the names as I review employee evaluations. Thats someone elses concern; Im not responsible for breaking the news to the unlucky ones. All I have to do is analyze, and sort into three piles good, needs improvement, and detrimental to the company. Every name, every person behind every name, they all live outside my walls thats why Im the best at what I do.
Theres no sound but the scratching of pen on paper. Then sudden
How Rowling Could EndHow Rowling Could End8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably wont)"
True predictions shall be bolded
~Use the room of requirement to get everything they need
~Ask for horocruxes, get a map
~Ask to kill Voldemort, get some sort of a weapon
~ A Magical Venus Fly Trap eats Voldemort on the battle field. It was tended lovingly by Hagrid and Neville
~Voldemort is defeated by cheering charms/any other happy type charms.
~We finally find out where conjured things come from.
~(Remember those socks you lost in the wash last week?)
~Dumbledores Army declares war on Laura Mallory.
~Have Harry wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Voldemort.
~Have Voldemort wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Harry Potter.
~Have Tom Riddle wake up and suddenly have new direction in hi
Have You Forgotten?Have You Forgotten?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.
Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another
Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.
Have you forgotten our fervent prayers?
How we hoped for survivors
How we poured out donations
How we came together for one cause
Even as our hopes were dashed time and again
Have you forgotten the horrible tragedy?
How thousands died without reason
How each day children are parentless
How loved ones made that one last call
Before crashing a plane to save us all
Have you forgo
Out of TimeOut of Time10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I haven't always been a cat. I was, in fact, at one time a relatively happy human being. Inside I still am one. Thanks to that witch, though, I'm a cat to everyone else. At least, I think it was the witch who changed me. It might actually have been the cats themselves who transformed me to save me from the witch's curse. A little known fact if you ever happen to be in a magical duel: curses aimed at humans don't "stick" to animals. Regardless of how it happened, though, I'm still a cat.
When a person becomes a cat, they learn some new things. For example, that scraggly old cat I used to know at Mr. Fluffybottom is really a cat elder, Blazing Dawn. He's much more impressive now that I'm a cat. Thankfully he seems to be more amused than annoyed by the name I used to call him. He was the one to teach me most of what I know about being a cat. I know
DarknessYeah, I haven't even worked on this in about a year. So I have no idea what shape it's in....Darkness9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
but please. Read and give comments on what you think so far.
Bloody MoonThe ground cracked, exposing red abyss. Even the sky, clouds, trees, birds. All cracking and falling apart. Even my own reflection. Blood coming from the sharp shards as if someone caressed the edges carelessly. Then I looked down at my hands which started to burn like fire but feel numb at the same time. Red droplets starting to come out of my skin and snaps filled my ears as cracks formed on my hands. Traveling up my arms and down my legs, blood drops falling from every crack. Sharp pain compressed on my chest and stopped my breathing. Loud ringing filled my mind and I gasped for air. My vision blurred and I blinked to make it go away, only to have it not work. Then I closed my eyes as they too started to burn.Bloody Moon6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Everything went black.
Then coldness washed over me as if I stepped into a freezer. Finally I was able to open my eyes with some effort, looking up at the white ceiling. Beads of sweat were on my forehead, air filling my lungs and I was able to breath peacefully.
Slowly I sat
RainI feel lost,Rain7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I feel alone,
I can't figure this out on my own,
I feel sad,
I feel confused,
And you left me with a bruise.
Wash away everything,
GuiltyIt's brokenGuilty8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you can't see it.
It's been replaced,
but you can't tell.
But tell me,
is the pain still there?
A melancholy state you just can't shake off;
a cry on the tip of your tongue?
Are you bleeding on the inside
from some invisible wound?
If you can's see
and you don't know
and you don't feel
can it still hurt you?
You weren't a witness
to the crime.
You don't know it was me.
You've given no signs of noticing
But tell me,
does the sight of me suddenly disgust you?
Do you have an urge
to scream and run away?
Does your stomach contort,
knotting and burning,
begging to empty its contents?
If you don't know the culprit,
let alone the crime,
will your body still rebel?
Will your heart still tell you,
"She has to pay"?
Or did you know,
the minute I walked up to you,
that something was amiss?
Did you see that minuscule change,
that microscopic flaw,
and read the truth from my eyes,
which never quite met yours?
Are you waiting
for my confession,
for me to drop to
introduction.---introduction.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if a man loves you he sees your
walls like a canvas for him to trace
his hand upon and write German love poems
in white paint. years later he will
find that hand print and measure it to
his own and laugh and say yes, I was here when
I was young and a different person and
you were yet foreign to my eyes. he will
laugh into your skin and introduce himself
again in case you forget.
hello, he will say, I'm the man who finger
painted my intentions on your distrust in a
language you didn't understand. he will speak
to you in German and you will still think it sounds
angry and he will say, you thought I was yelling
when I was only in love with you.
I know, you will say, I know, I know.
No Longer SilentI will no longer remain silentNo Longer Silent7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer will I hide my tears
With all you ever did to me
I am left behind with too many fears
You forced me down
And silenced my screams
You left me with no voice
And nothing but broken, shattered dreams
I begged you not to
I screamed you had no right
But you looked me in the eye
An filled my soul with fright
Without stopping you continued
As I tried to fight
But you stole my innocence
To which you had no right
The only pain ever expressed
Comes through open wounds and tainting scars
But despite how much I try
The memory of you is never far
Of which till this day
I dare not speak
Always there to torture me
To remind me
I am nothing more but weak
two death poemsTwo Death Poemstwo death poems10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Death be not proud
Death be not proud,
Thou hast no art.
Death be not love,
Death hails from sin.
Mournful crows are flying,
People slowly dying.
The devil thou hast delting.
My loving heart thou melting.
One more chance to say Good-bye,
Waiting 'till the day I die.
Then we'll meet above the stars,
Now and forever, We'll live together
As for my good-bye,
Nakanaide, My dear
Nakanaide, my dear.
Things will be all right.
Although you have no one to hold,
All throughout the night.
Tears will fall,
And hearts will break
'Twas your lover's life,
God did take.
Dreaming of the loved one,
That you have lost.
Dreaming as your warm heart
Begins to slowly frost.
People die, and People live,
And I do know why,
It's all because of sin,
That your lover died.
His body's gone,
His soul remains,
Could ease your pains.
Nakanaide, my dear.
Thing will be all right.
He will be right next to you,
While you sleep at
RainRain8 years ago in Other More Like This
I want it to rain
To dance in the cold
To feel the water hit my skin
To let the drops run down my face
In place of the tears that refuse to fall
And let the cold chase away my problems
To feel free of life for a while
To be one with my mood
And let my problems slide away from me
Along with the falling rain.
Silent LoveSilently I love you,Silent Love7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words never to be said.
Watching from a distance
And dreaming from my bed.
Its kinda like a love story,
Never wrote but always read.
Its like my heart has an appetite,
That will never be fed.
I know deep inside you,
you have the same feelings for I,
It doesn't have to be spoken,
I can see it in your eyes.
You try not to think of it,
You try and push it aside.
We act like its not there,
Because we are forced to hide.
Silently I love you,
Always have and Always will.
For everything you do,
For the way you make me feel.
Misfortune rains upon us,
And for that we have to deal.
But I know silently you love me,
You cannot hide what is real.
Silently we love each other,
From a distance way too far.
The leap is just too great,
And the fall is just too hard.
But when you look up into the sky,
And you see that shooting star.
Just know that I too am wishing,
That I am where you are...
Bedtime StoriesSara's bedroom was on the second story of the house. Tonight it was her father who took her to bed, and she scrambled up the stairs in front of him, wearing a SpongeBob nightshirt and a pair of white fuzzy slippers.Bedtime Stories6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once inside her door, she climbed into her bed and sat on top of the quilt with her legs folded under her. Her father dimmed the lamp on top of the bookshelf, then knelt to look through the books.
"Your mother finished Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, didn't she?" he asked. "So what'll it be this time? Shall we start Frederick's Fables?" He turned his head to smile at Sara, but she could tell that he was tired already.
Still Sara frowned. "You're not going to tell me one of yours?"
"I'm sorry... I did an awful lot of work around the house today. Papa needs to go to bed early tonight." Sara's father stood up, moved to the bed and sat down on it, leaving a noticeable depression in the small mattress with his weight. He scooted closer to put his arm around Sara
Bloody HospitalEvery time I walked down Clark Street, I had to notice the old, abandoned hospital. Each time I passed by it, it seemed to get creepier. My names Yvonne Richardson. I know, Yvonne, a strange name for a sixteen-year-old girl, but my mom thought the name was fancy when she had me. I went to the school close to my house, so I walked there. But on my walk, I passed the old hospital.Bloody Hospital8 years ago in Horror More Like This
That was my first year going to that high school in this town, although Id already been in high school for two years. I never had to walk at my old school, let alone when I walked, pass by a creepy hospital. The building looked about six or seven stories tall, and quite long. The outside walls of it were stained, as if they used to be white. The windows had either been knocked out, or cracked and broken, while the entrances were boarded up with pieces of wood. There also was a lot of vines and moss growing along and around the outside walls. You could tell this place hasnt been used in years.
RainWalking aloneRain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rain pouring down
Im drench to the skin
Why should I care
No one else does
As I slip quietly
Through the downpour
I walk head down
I try not to be seen
I dont want you
To notice where am
Why would you care
Have I given you reason
To care for me
Am I so surprised
When I look back
And no ones there
Its because I want
Because I need
To care about me
Or I will forever
In the rain
Waiting for someone
Someone will be there
To save me
From the rain .
Silent tears silent tearsSilent tears8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like my heart
why do you make it all so
Unnamed horror storyUnnamed horror story9 years ago in Horror More Like This
The house clock was set at 6 a.m. All through the house was quiet. The family of five was dead. A mom, a dad, two boys and a girl. No one knew how they died. Only speculations. Speculations of what happened. Speculations of how they died. Speculations of everything that happened that night.
No one knew of what happened. So the police came to check up on the problems. One police office name was Pedro Gonzalez. Pedro Gonzalez was "the best of the best." He broke all the cases that came. All the closed files. All the cold leads. He solved them all. However, this one may be a challenge for him. Challenge of belief. Challenge of ideas. Challenge of everything he has ever stood for.
Pedro Gonzalez looked around the room looking for any clues. There was a cake on the table which read "Happy Birthday Diana." Most likely it would be the dead girl's cake seeing there were only eighteen candles on it. The tables were full of gifts. Twelve gifts. Three with blood stains. And the rest ri
Rain, RainPain, pain, go away;Rain, Rain8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Send me now the rain.
Cleanse me of my afterthought,
Clear my conscience once again.
Tears, tears, flow freely,
Leave my lonely soul.
I'm tired of holding back,
With feelings running low.
Rain, rain, come again.
Don't try not to stay.
Screw every other song,
This, indeed, is your day.
In the rain...You always come in the rainIn the rain...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to free me of misery and pain
You hold my hands, they are so weak
I'm whispering now, I can't even speak
I feel like dying,
but so alive too
Because I have you
I feel like crying,
but so beautiful too
Because I have you
Everything has to come to it's end
The rain is gone
And I'm all alone....
SilentSilent whispers,Silent8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Creep into the silent halls.
killing is only half the thrill.
waiting to fall apart.
ripping your insides into fractions.
driving you to silent hugs.
tears slowly pouring out.
Silence you have found at last.