GA fanfic 2-EpilogueGA fanfic 2-Epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the Lockdown
After experiencing a night full of intense encounters, we believe that history repeated itself while we were locked inside. Witnessing a possession was without a doubt disturbing, and the lost soul of a murdered woman who made contact also had an affect on me. With each of us receiving an attack, we all endured our own kind of nightmare very much like the former patients trapped within the Asylum.
Now, I wait once again for my chance to investigate on my own Ghost Adventures.
GAfanfic 2-Set up for LockdownGAfanfic 2-Set up for Lockdown in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Set up for Lockdown
With the Exterior Static Night-vision Camera set to go, Aaron joined us in unloading the minivan full of camera gear.
Zak grunted as he lifted a heavy black case,
"Geez, what's in this thing, a body?"
Overhearing his comment, I snickered as I assisted them.
Nick filmed Zak near the entrance,
"Dusk is arriving, so we're getting locked in. Keith, you ready?"
"How about you guys?" Zak asked us.
"Born ready." I replied,
"I'm ready." Aaron proclaimed,
Nick gave a thumbs up,
After several minutes of collecting the gear, we knuckle-pounded Keith and watched as he shut the door. The only light we could see was the light from Nick's shoulder camera.
Hearing it lock on the opposite side resurfaced my excitement from my first lockdown with the guys.
"All right, let's establish a base and call out the X cams."
Once everything was set, Zak checked over his list of Static Night-vision Cameras.
"Before we got locked in, we set an X camera in the Cemetery. Doris and
GA fanfic 2-PrologueGA fanfic 2-Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bartonville Insane Asylum, IL
The GA crew gets locked down inside a former Insane Asylum inhabited by restless spirits and malevolent entities.
GA fanfic2:Review the EvidenceGA fanfic2:Review the Evidence in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reviewing the Evidence
After a few weeks of gathering our evidence, we traveled to Arizona and meet Bryan Abel, a video review specialist. He's studied photos, video and EVPs for paranormal evidence, so we decided to show him some of our best evidence.
We sat around the oval table with television screens at the end, we took turns showing our evidence while Aaron and Nick filmed us.
Zak spoke first, explaining the footage on screen.
"Now while we were doing the walkthrough, Keith Caswell told us about a woman who we later found out was named Diana and she was attacked and killed by a male patient. She doesn't like men so we sent Aaron inside her room and not long after we left, he felt a forcible shove after he asked if she wanted him out."
Bryan nodded, intrigued.
"Then our friend, Aura," indicating at me, "did her own EVP session and caught some intelligent responses."
I spoke up to add in my side,
"When the guys came to regroup, I stood up to walk out of the room, then I was pulled b
GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 3GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lockdown Part 3
Something definitely wasn't right, the entire atmosphere of the room changed. I slightly stepped back, getting an overwhelming feeling of dread.
He struggled to speak as something was fighting to take control over him.
"You need to get out of here."
"I'm not leaving you here."
As I stood watching him, he began hissing, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
I stepped forward slightly in concern, reaching for his shoulder.
"Come on, Nick. We need-"
Suddenly, I felt a very forcible shove. Screaming as I was forced back and my back hit the wall. My Digital Recorder fell on the floor beside me.
Meanwhile, Zak and Aaron were downstairs.
"Did you hear that?"
"Dude, that was no ghost."
Staring for only a second, they knew something was wrong. They broke into a fast jog, flashlights in hand heading for the stairwell.
A few feet away with little strength he had left, Nick screamed.
I struggled to keep my camera on him, quickly reaching for the
GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 1GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lockdown Part 1
Peering into my LCD screen, everything was in various shades of green on the Night-vision. We walked slowly down the first floor hallway.
Filming behind Zak, he spoke out in a gentle tone.
"Is there anyone here?" he paused, pointed at us.
"I'm Zak, this is Nick, Aaron and Aura. We mean no disrespect for those of you that died here. Can you come and talk to us?" he paused again, listening for any response.
Suddenly just ahead of us, we heard an unexplained squeaking noise which sounded like a patient ward door opening.
"Did you hear that?" I whispered to Zak,
"Yeah, I heard it." he replied quietly.
We stood still for a minute and looked around, I walked forward a few feet and found the first X. I also noticed the door was open further than the rest in the hallway.
"Zak, over here." I quietly called out.
He held out a Digital Recorder inside the room while Aaron and Nick set the Static Night-vision Camera. I filmed Zak as he asked questions.
"Did you make this door move?"
GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 2GA fanfic 2- Lockdown Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lockdown Part 2
With Static Night-vision Cameras rolling on the first, second, and third floor,
we headed down to the basement.
Stepping inside the morgue, Zak stood in front while Aaron filmed him.
"We're gonna set a tripod in the back to film Nick while he's inside "
As Zak spoke, I felt a tap on my arm. Knowing it was Nick, I scanned over to see his face. Pointing towards Zak then twisting his hand near his head, indicating Zak was crazy.
I chuckled quietly and scanned back over to Zak and Aaron.
"Nick, you ready?" he asked.
"I guess so." Nick replied.
He jumped on the slab, we took his camera and handed a Digital Recorder.
Quickly, they tested the Walkie-talkies in case of an emergency. Laying down, Zak pushed him inside.
"We've got an X camera filming the outside. Good luck."
He shut the door, which locked from the outside. I could only imagine what was going through Nick's mind.
"He's locked in. Let's go set the other cameras."
As we walked out, I looked back inside, hoping
'A Haunting memory''A Haunting memory' in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For a brief moment, I was a monster
How could've I nearly hurt
The one who looks up to me?
Another sinister being tried to use me,
Not myself, yet I was still there.
She refused to leave and almost caused her harm,
But her will brought me back.
Seeing the fear in her eyes concerned me,
Why did she fear me?
One of the strongest of our team showed
Apprehension whenever she had to work with me.
I still wonder if the brief moment I was a monster
Has taken a toll on her.
I can only hope to know in time.
The brief moment he was a monster,
I had to stay strong despite my fear.
The residing fear lingers on my heart as
I continued walking through the dark.
How I want to tell what happened,
But I didn't know how.
Our leader seems to be noticing my fear
Yet everytime he asks what's wrong,
I force it away and carry on as if it was nothing.
Despite my efforts, my guilt and shame
Haunts me every night while with my team.
For showing love that left me vulnerable,
GA fanfic 2-Walkthrough Part 1GA fanfic 2-Walkthrough Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ghost Adventures Title sequence
My name is Zak Bagans. I've never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one.
So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video....
With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Nick Groff and our equipment tech Aaron Goodwin.
The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn....
GA fanfic 3-PrologueGA fanfic 3-Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Old Wyoming Penitentiary, Rawlins, WY
The team visit an old prison where former inmates still lurk within the building.
Before the Lockdown
It had been nearly a month since my previous investigation with the Ghost Adventures Crew, waiting to hear from them with anticipation. As promised by Zak, they contacted me and requested that I accompany them once again outside New York. Arriving at our destination the day before, I spent the night in my hotel room pondering over the lockdown to come.
Knowing that the following day, I would be on my own Ghost Adventures.
Broken GirlBROKEN GIRLBroken Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Staring me right in the face, a face I never wanted to see.
The face of a young girl, who was not so different form me.
Her cursed features were unpleasant in every physical way.
And she was growing nearer to insanity every living day.
She would gaze at the wall, while her makeup dripped down her cheek.
I 'd just shake my head, wondering how she got to be so weak.
In her eyes I saw a soul that could never mend.
With every tick of the clock, she was a little closer to the end.
Even behind the glass that kept our worlds apart,
It wasn't hard for me to see her lonely, icy, heart.
Pathetic, annoying, stupid, and ugly.
Just never quite as good as she really could be.
I could see all her flaws, all the horrible things she was apart of.
Her lonely heart cracking from abuse, where there should be love.
Day after day she would claw herself, and then break down.
I 'd simply watch, reading her wary eyes and her sewed on frown.
She knew who she was, she knew everyone hated her,
End.EndEnd. in Free Verse More Like This
Back to the room where it's just me.
Back to the dark where it's just me.
Back to the hate where it's just me.
Back by myself, and I can't stand me.
So I sit and I sob in my loathing.
So I sit and I hate in my loathing.
So I sit and I think in my loathing.
So I plot my own death in my loathing.
With pink yarn I weave a long rope.
With pink yearn I braid a long rope.
With pink yearn I tie a long rope.
With pink yearn, a noose, and a long rope.
From the ceiling a fan dangles.
From the ceiling a thread dangles.
From the ceiling a neck dangles.
From the ceiling my corps dangles.
Life Drips Away.Dripping from her bottle, milk feeds her body.Life Drips Away. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Dripping onto the pavement, soap from the bubbles she blows.
Dripping into the bath, water cleanses her.
Dripping behind the window, rain pours outside.
Dripping from the glass, polish glosses over her nails.
Dripping down her mouth, medicine is forced down her throat.
Dripping from her eyes, proud tears of her graduation.
Dripping out of her cup, he first wine.
Dripping from the sink, water for the dishes.
Dripping in hard hand her hand, rose petals from her husband.
Dripping off her wedding cake, icing hits the floor.
Dripping quickly, tears of her newborn baby.
Dripping from his bottle, milk feeds his body.
Dripping onto the pavement, soap fro the bubbles he blows.
Dripping into the bath, water cleanses him.
Dripping down his mouth, medicine is forced down his throat.
Dripping on the floor, her blood falls as he watches.
Dripping in her casket her hair rest.
Dripping in the wind all hope is lost.
Dripping from his eyes, her son cries.
The WheelRolling Along,The Wheel in Free Verse More Like This
Across cracks in the tile.
It never leaves the grounds,
Likes to play it safe.
But does as much as it can,
For anything who needs it.
Puts all the weight on,
And continues to roll.
As if it weren't heavy at all.
Spends its who life,
Getting others where they need to be.
It never found a place for itself.
And never does.
Not until it get weary.
Not until it begins to squeak,
Does it find a home.
At which time, it is replaced.
And it finds it's home,
Is in the trash.
No Name.NO NAMENo Name. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
i would wished as i saw you walk by in the hall,
when you'd would just smile to me,
that i could grasp, with my claws, your tiny neck.
then i could give you wings to die,
by stabbing you were you could never heal,
or pump lushes life threw your veins again.
i could hear you shriek one last cry of horror.
i would feel your gently seeping blood threw my cold dead fingers.
as i pushed the knife farther and father in,
your eyes would get wider and wider making you cry louder and louder,
until you pierce my skin with you slowly weakening finger nails.
by this time you would have warm blood slithering out your mouth,
and dripping down your chin,
and onto my hand that would hold the knife tight to your once lush beating heart.
you would take one final gasp for air,
hacking and churning up what is left of the peaces of your ice cold soul,
so that it matched mine.
i would then,
tear the guilty spear from your lifeless flesh,
and slit my own.
the love of my ashy heart still
Monster.MONSTERMonster. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
my eyes stretch as dawn breaks
with my head its shadow would rise.
it wouldn't be long until my mistakes
cause its praise and my demise.
all throughout the hours of my day
it would creep after my every thought.
and for twelve months or more i'd pay
in blood and then sit only to rot.
it likes to torment me with dark glares
just before i begin to dream.
and even in my eery nightmares
its presence would make me scream.
morning, noon, and nights of sorrow
it never leaves or releases me.
yesterday, today, and tomorrow
it its always been and always will be.
i'm fed up with it, i want to be done
with the presence of that sick haunter.
however our physical bodies are one
so i am to forever burden this monster.
Hate to DeathHATE TO DEATHHate to Death in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Please hate me,
for I am unworthy.
My tainted tears
can't end my fears.
My blood was spent
as my punishment.
So then I ask,
"What is my task?"
And now i find
my blemished mind.
Slowly being torn,
never to be born.
Just an accident,
I was not meant.
If I all do
will only hurt you,
then let my neck sever;
ending me forever.
Please hate me,
until i am no more.
Pricked.Cringe in pain as a single spool hits the floor.Pricked. in Free Verse More Like This
It unravels only a small vestige of thread behind,
For my eye to trace.
A button and a few shreds of clothe.
Some pins and bits of stuffing.
Yet nothing successfully seized the spool.
It reluctantly rolls regardless of its path.
And as I skeptically fallow the fine thread,
It comes closer and closer to intertwining,
With my own path.
Until it rests at my step to reveal the thread holds,
The eye of a guilty, bloody needle.
Unfinished.UNFINISHEDUnfinished. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Deep down inside of me,
There's this pain called reality.
Behind these walls of flesh,
No breathing, I'm out of breath.
My heart has the master plans.
My mind's no longer in command.
A wound that will never mend,
A flame growing into the end.
Where all else melts, these will rise.
Chaos, torment, fear and cries.
It's like dyeing from the inside out,
Wanting to scream and dousing a shout.
Where hate strives and over powers,
Where love weakens and cowers.
The clock suddenly ceases to tick,
My heart stops pumping, I become sick.
Perfection.PERFECTIONPerfection. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The things heard, turn out to be true.
Worthless. Nobody really needs you.
Lack of a purpose, once empty inside.
Now filled by loathing, believing lies.
To stare still blind, only brings worse.
Crawling tears. Today I must reverse.
So changing, ending the broken frame.
Anything to be, but can't stay the same.
To be good, to be better, to not be me.
Distorted mental images. A Shape to be.
Internal rocks interrupt to go straight.
Then the lied to lies. Lies gain weight.
The skeletal groans hit a hard heart.
Soaking on musts. Never left start.
I can't go back. So it slowly implodes.
Falling in on itself. On a cracking road.
The hate sent poring from veins.
No other option. Bound by chains.
What wanted well became so ill,
Because of a sick desire to fulfill.
Wide glossy eyes eternally closed.
Defeated. Nothing left. Exposed.
The wrinkles grow longer each day.
Blades duller. As all withers away.
Each cell even di
Suffering DualityDemons and Angels; Evil and PureSuffering Duality in Free Verse More Like This
Duality takes and all runs together.
The ink runs, black and white goes to gray.
All becomes one and the same.
Mirror, Mirror, Which one is me? Tell me which I am suppose to be.
Two sides constantly fight.
Do I walk towards dark or into the light?
Which one, Which one? Which do I let win?
A path of purity; A path of sin?
My heart torn two parts of a whole.
Both sides whisper loudly to my soul.
Turmoil reigns as king as the hurricane sings.
The king dethroned; whispers turn to screams.
A new king takes its rightful place.
No longer is there black,
No longer is there white,
Only different shades of gray.
There is neither night nor is there day.
Everything is now one and the same.
Giving InEmpty words and broken promisesGiving In in Free Verse More Like This
Is this all just another game?
Lone wolf... Destiny calls once again
Stop resisting, your destiny still remains the same
Day by day and night by night, never change
I see it all fall apart once again before my eyes
Same result every time, caught in a web of others' lies
Working so hard to glue this shattered mirror
Only to watch it fall apart again in horror
Why? Why? Again and again. Near success turn to failure
Reaching for happiness only for it to slip away once again
It's so hard in this current position to remain sane
It's like trying to drive backwards in the wrong lane
When will I finally give in to the future?
For some reason, I continue to fight
Long after losing feeling Long after losing sight
Is this war finally becoming a lost cause?
When do I just stop trying?
When do you stop lying?
When do I just start dying
On the outside from rotting on the inside?
Death and decay, loneliness and hopelessness
I'm running in place, failing again
A Goodbye LetterA Goodbye LetterA Goodbye Letter in Free Verse More Like This
The sight of you, so many emotions emerge
These feelings all so poisonous so we diverge
Anger, Fury, Sadness, Regret and emptiness
After so long actions once silent I digress
I think I said I thought it was better that way
For many months I let it stay and did not sway
You told me to get the poison out of my life
So ironic that you became such a poison…
I pushed you out for good due to our constant strife
My heart and soul slowly again, cold and frozen
I gave to you my heart and you tore it apart
This day I wonder the blame lay on you or I?
Did you want this to happen? Was it all a lie?
Or did I do you wrong somewhere, unknowingly
I’m sorry if I did and that’s why I left you behind
There was no single compromise that I could find
And so I cut your chain and collar that bind me
Saying my final goodbye to you, forever
Please do understand, I tried to get you to see
Still I lie awake in wonder at what would be
If, by chance I had continued to try to ple
The FacelessThis aching heart, These brittle bones...The Faceless in Free Verse More Like This
No one sees what's inside me.
There's no one out there to confide.
I'm all alone in this barren place.
Everyone here is without a face.
I scream so loud without a sound.
No one with ears are around.
I'm stuck here with the faceless ones.
Everyone's the same, Everyone's a clone.
That's why I will always be alone.
I'm screaming, Can you hear me?
I'm bleeding, Can you see me?
It's cold here, Can you feel it?
You can't see me.
Everyone is Blind.
You can't hear me.
Everyone is Deaf.
You can't feel me.
Everyone is Numb...
In this world with the Faceless Ones.
Move OnNothing changes as time goes byMove On in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the sun goes down and the moon is high
And I caught you in your web of lies
I'm moving on now... so let go.
Let go of me (cut this chain)
Let go of me (break these shackles)
Let go of me (open the cage)
I'm closing the gate
You've become everything I hate
So go away, Its far too late
Get out of here
Let go of me (cut this chain)
Let go of me (break these shackles)
Let go of me (open the cage)
My innocence gone, taken
I'm burning, I'm hating.
Just move on
Let go of me, there's nothing left
Let go of me, move on...
Let go of me
Let go, Let go, Let go
Just let go
Tormented by MemoriesMemories of the pastTormented by Memories in Free Verse More Like This
Are haunting All my thoughts.
I try not to be caught
In the shadows of fear they've cast.
Memories of the hatred
The misfortune And despair
The betrayal And the hurt.
Those I love the most
Suffer from my curse.
I'm nothing but a parasite sucking off its host.
Please help me, nurse
Pull the life support.
I've shed too many tears over glimpses of my past.
Memories of the past torture me some more.
I've endured enough pain
I've cried out loud in vain
Remembering all their disdain.
The memories are driving me insane.
I'm driving in the wrong lane.
End it now or else
These memories will torment
My mind for all eternity.
My Fake SmileMy Fake SmileMy Fake Smile in Free Verse More Like This
In front of you I seem so calm.
I put on my black eyeliner and lip balm
And walk around with this fake smile,
But on the inside I am vile.
Inside my heart is black and filled with hate.
Inside my mind is in a turmoiled state.
Constantly thinking of my tortured past and unavoidable fate.
In my inner world I'm always screaming
There my body is forever bleeding
So covered in scars, I'm unrecognizable.
No body part is left unscathed.
I'm silently begging someone to make the pain end,
But outside I just give you that fake smile again.
I wish that these wounds I could mend.
That help would one day soon be sent
A hand eventually lent
No, I am all alone
So Shut Up and put on that fake smile
And don't ever show anyone your tears.
Dead DoveLaughter, happiness and loveDead Dove in Free Verse More Like This
I thought these things would last
But dead goes the dove,
And... with it the happy past
We walked your hand in mine
And everything in life was fine
There was never enough time in a day
But we were together so it was okay
When I cried you held me
And said everything will be.... okay
When I screamed you said
Baby.... calm down
I know it doesn't seem like much
But I miss the little things
Like when you came to see me for lunch
It meant you cared and missed me so much
One day we were driving home
And you pulled to the side
I said “What's wrong?” “I'll be right back” Is all you confide
You get back, daffodil in hand
Trespassing on someone's land, just to get me that
Time past and with it came change
Sweet gestures slowly ceased
And time spent together became slim
Finally the love seemed to simply decease
My attempts to communicate only worsened this
I was only trying to tell you what I miss
But I drove you further away from me
I kept tryi
ChainsI sit in a crowdChains in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I am completely alone
I have walled myself off from everyone
Bricks packed so tightly together
There is no room for mortar
Maybe it's temporary
Like all the times before
Maybe it's forever
This time around
I cannot say
All I know is that I sit surrounded
A hundred conversations
I hear not a one as I sit
Isolated behind my walls
I desperately want to break free
However I sit paralyzed
By the twin shackles of fear
Forged so long ago
By a small girl
With no skills or aptitude
The work complete
Reinforced through the years
Till escape but is a far off hope
What will I do
What could I do given the tools
Perhaps I'll never know
I could grab them and break
These walls down tomorrow
Or I could stay here
What will I do?
I WantI want to curl up with this musicI Want in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And let you hold me on your lap
As though I were your small cat
I want this warmth and security
To surround me so
The comfort and strength
I want to feel that
In your hands as you
Comfort and reassure me
I want to feel safe
To feel loved and cared for
To wrap myself up in you
I want my cares and worries
To fall away as you embrace me
To feel as though you'll never let go
I want these things so bad
But I can't seem to find a way
To put these wants into words
I want you
To just smile
And make my day
I want you to say
You'll do that
DanceToday I could not wake upDance in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My mind would not work
I tried drinking things
I tried watching things
I tried reading things
I tried and tried and gave up
I was just going to be tired
That was just the way it was going to be
Then I tried listening to music
Before I knew it my body was moving
The moves were silly
They woke me up
They made me laugh
They showed me this wasn't the way it was going to be
FeelingsThere on the ground before meFeelings in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like a dog beaten down
Lay my feelings
As I stared at them
I simply could not comprehend
How they had come to be
So beaten and bedraggled
As though no one
Had cared for them in so long
They had become an
Unrecognizable heap on the street
Treated as so much ignored
Trash to be walked over and past
Not a second look to be had
I stared and could barely
Remember what they had
Felt like once upon a time
A time that seemed
Almost a lifetime ago
Cold and distant
I just stood and stared
Had those feelings
Ever truly belonged to me
Or was it just a dream I had
Once upon a time
That was a lifetime ago
Stay AwhileCome my friend, have a seat with me and sit a spell. Listen to my music and let it carry you away while you forget your worries. Let it wrap around you as you float along. No need to think or worry. Just rest your weary head as I share my silent comfort with you. Lay your head in my lap and let me smooth those lines from your brow. I'll carry your burden to let you rest awhile. I'll take care of things so you can relax and just let yourself be. My fingers slowly combing through your hair, taking your stress with each pass. Close those weary eyes and listen to my song as I hum along. We can simply lay and enjoy this lovely sunny day. Nowhere to be, nothing to do, but lay back and let it go. Let the sun warm your soul while my presence helps relax you. I've got you and I'll keep you free and safe. We can sit beneath the shade of a tree or lay on a couch as we watch the time drift away. No pressing concerns to touch us here. Just you and me, being free. Come stay awhile with me and let yoStay Awhile in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe Some DayI smile and laughMaybe Some Day in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Assuring you nothing is wrong
When you ask I simply
Shrug my shoulders
And change the topic
My shoulders are always here
For you to lean on and cry on
My ears are always open
To hear your tales of joy and woe
My lips keep your secrets
I bleed slowly into myself
Where no one can see
Where I don't have to explain
How I'd rather be
The shoulder you lean on
Than the sad tale you hear
How I'd rather see
Your smile than have you
See these tears I cry
When I support you
I can push all this
Ugliness away from myself
I can see how things
Can be instead of how they
Seem to me and my tired eyes
My heart leaps every day
Only to be bruised and hurt
Again by day's end
Only to leap again
Every blow is a blow
To my soul and I begin
To grow weary of all
These things that everyone
Says will get better
Change doesn't seem
To be coming for me
But that's okay
Because I have you
To listen and talk to
You show me how bright
How right things can be
And that makes taking another
MockeryI feel like everything bright and creativeMockery in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mocks me through the shimmer of tears
My mouth is dry and my stomach in knots
Can't focus my eyes no matter how hard I try
I feel too full and yet too empty
All at the same time and it's driving me mad
I want to rant and rave while I curl up
And simply give in quietly
My heart beats so rapidly but feels
Like it's not beating at all
Each slow thump reminds me
Of another minute passed in this
Unbearable emotional hell
What good is a voice if the only
Noise it can make is a strangled scream
What good is a heart if it can barely beat
These tears demand release alongside
This rage buried inside
I can't express it all so I lock it away
Slowly it will build inside me
Until parts of it find a way out
But inside it will stay
Never to be seen or heard by anyone
Until I can't hide it away anymore
And it comes bursting out of me
Straight into my pillow
Safe away from anyone else
The only one who should see it never will
Ain't that the biggest ______ of it
Book LoveI love the soundBook Love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of the pages as I flip them
Of the pages as I shift my grip
I love the feel
Of the slick cover
Of the resisting binding
I love watching
The pages age
The spine bend
To how it feels
To read books
As good as reading
A new book
Like the plot
Like the action
That can be found
In a book
Alone A Gravity Falls Fanfic Chapter 3Chapter 3Alone A Gravity Falls Fanfic Chapter 3 in Horror More Like This
Dipper ran at full force into the classroom that when he tried to stop himself, he fell to the ground, just managing to shield his face with his hands.
All of the kids in the class laughed at his tumble, leaving him to blush a dark shade of red.
Dipper gathered his things as he saw his homeroom teacher standing just above him.
"Young man, you are late..." The teacher said, giving a rather a judgmental look.
"I'm sorry sir. I just got lost trying to find the room." Dipper lied, not wanting to mention his altercation with Bill.
The teacher sighed as he shook his head.
"You should have better prepared yourself, as I do not find tardiness acceptable at all. However since it is the first day, I will let you off the hook; but if your late again tomorrow, then I will take action."
"I promise it won't..."
"Just take your seat!" The teacher ordered, harshly.
The kids continued to laugh and jeer as Dipper sulked his way to the back of the classroom before taking his seat.
"Now class, b
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The car ride was filled with nothing but a cold hardening silence with the exception of Mabel's sniffling.
Dipper was still in pure shock in what had happened. He could still hear the sound of Frankie's agonizing screams as he shattered his leg. His body had horrifying gashes. All thanks to Bill.
He tried to keep himself calm.
Granted the demon had saved him from being brutally injured by the bully, however the boy was very lucky to be alive. That tumble could have easily caused him to crack his head open on the ground or the steps. Another horrifying thought was that everyone around and even Frankie could say that Dipper had pushed him himself. Then he would be in huge trouble.
The Pine boy gripped his hands tightly against the seat as all these thoughts played in his mind.
But then he remembered if he told Bill to leave him, the demon would just laugh and say.
"Who will you have left?"
Dipper tried to keep back his tears. He didn't want to receive a condescending look from
Alone a Gravity Falls Fanfic Chapter 11Chapter 11Alone a Gravity Falls Fanfic Chapter 11 in Horror More Like This
The evening was rather quiet for the Pines family.
Dipper and Mabel were sitting at the dinner table finishing up their supper in silence while their parents were talking about random things that had happened that day. Which was more or less about Dipper finally being put on the medication that supposedly would have him behave in more calm docile matter.
"Well Dipper, hopefully with this new prescription that Dr. Harkin put you on, we hope to see a new improvement in your behavior. Am I correct?" His father asked, with a domineering look on his face.
"Yes sir..." Dipper said, quietly. Not feeling like himself at all.
Mabel only sat there as she watched her brother. He was changing right before her hazel eyes; and it was scaring her to no end.
The telephone started to ring when their mother went to answer it.
Mabel lightly tapped her brother's shoulder to get his attention.
"Bro bro... Are you okay?" She asked, almost as if she was talking to a boy she never met before in her
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Dipper sat silently inside the waiting room of the doctor's office.
He tried everything he could to avoid coming back here; but it was only inevitable that he would be back here. His parents couldn't and didn't want to understand him; so the only way to fix that supposed problem was to send to doctor to try to come up with an idea that could be wrong with him.
The boy firmly believed that he was fine, but he needed to convince the doctor that his parents were forcing him to talk otherwise.
The lady at the front desk called his name.
"Dipper Pines! Dr. Harkin is ready for you!"
Dipper breathed deeply as he followed the woman behind to one of the many different offices in the back. She stopped at the corner office near the back of the one hallway. Opening the door, the boy could see the large office that contained a large oak desk in the back by the large windows. A couple of comfy chairs and a lounge couch in the one corner, and a large bookcase in the other corner.
"Have a se
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Dipper stared deeply into the bathroom mirror. His body and mind were both lacking in peace and health. His eyes demanded sleep while his body demanded proper nutrients.
He looked down at his hand to see the bottle of anxiety pills that had just been prescribed to him just a few hours before. Pills that would help relax him and maybe even allow to experience a proper night's rest again.
But would the pills really changed anything? Would they change the way his parents thought of him? Would it change how apart he and Mabel had grown? Would it change the fact that Stan, Soos, Wendy and all of Gravity were now just a distant memory.
Dipper popped open the bottle before taking out the little green pill.
Nothing would change at all; but if he could numb the pain, then maybe the pills wouldn't be so bad after all. The pills would help him slip by; and if nothing else, he always had Bill to comfort him. That was something, wasn't it?
Making up his mind, Dipper swallowed the tiny pi
Alone A Gravity Falls Fanfic Chapter 6Chapter 6Alone A Gravity Falls Fanfic Chapter 6 in Horror More Like This
One month later
It was a rather chilly Saturday morning when Dipper felt his eyes flutter open.
He got slowly up as and began walking towards the bathroom. Going inside he could see that Mabel was already in the bathroom getting ready for the day.
"Hey Mabel." He said to his sister.
"Hey..." She said quietly as she finished brushing out her long wet hair.
"How have you been?" He asked.
"Fine I guess." She answered back.
"Can I ask you something?"
Mabel remained quiet.
"What happened to us? We used to be so close."
Mabel fidgeted around slightly as she tried to keep tears from forming in her eyes.
"I don't know, bro bro... I just have a lot going on is all." She said, sadly.
"I really want us to get back from that closeness that we once felt. Maybe we could spend the day together just you and me."
Mabel smiled a little.
"I would like that." She smiled.
"Okay then..." Dipper smiled back as his sister left the room.
As soon as the door was closed the sound of the water seemed to
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The police were finishing up their investigation as they taped off the waterway and the reservoir.
From what they could tell, they believed that the unfortunate boy had tripped and fell into the water; and because of the rushing current, he wasn't able to escape or pull his head up to breathe, leading to his drowning.
Other police officers were questioning all of the kids that had been with the boy, but they all claimed that they only saw him walk to use the bathroom. Not once did they see him fall in.
Even the police got some words out of the kids, that would all just point fingers and accuse one another as why they were even done there in the first place.
Dipper sat on the bench as he stared down at his shaking hands.
He knew; he knew exactly what must have happened. Bill had taken possession of his body while he slept and must have followed everyone down into the waterways. He then saw Richie breakaway from the group, giving the demon the opportunity to stalk and kill him
to him whom i love secretly and from far awaydo you think of meto him whom i love secretly and from far away in Free Verse More Like This
when the light hits your window and the cedar dust whirls around your saw?
is there any moonlight that you long for
i have become more than
and yet lesser without you
i have become the sun empress and the baroness of the moon
robed in purple glory and covered in night
i miss your pale morning light
when you were all that was green and good in the world
the earth i planted my feet in
for i am the goddess of the shadowed things
the lady of the fanged ones who growl and disturb your sleep
and creep under your doors to linger in your moods
thoughtEvery love affair ends in either in pleasant fuzzy floaty feelings or a fiery car wreck on I-5. For most of your life, it's a series of the latter,with the first love the most memorable picture.thought in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You end up spiraling into dark albums, the edgy sad ones that no one but the heartbroken care for.
The music's good, but the tone is dark.
And nobody likes it but you and your darkness.
New GirlThis hurts.New Girl in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know why I clung to that slender thread of hope.
I still have a sliver left.
I hope without hope.
You know, I was called beautiful today.
It makes it so much harder to believe now.
Like a distant dream.
This hurts so much.
Fragments of me are shattered all across the floor, continually struggling to reconfigure itself into a useful vase.
But I'm not meant to be useful.
I'm meant for entertainment.
Take me off the shelf, dear, and I'll amuse you.
I love you.
And I'll keep saying that until it becomes past tense.
MeetingI miss you.Meeting in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm still sad and angry at you, but I miss you all the same.
I saw you, and we had a civil conversation today.
You talked about your girlfriend, how she has dual citizenship in Germany and the U.S.
And how she has a picture on Facebook of her with a gigantic mug of beer.
Frat boy much?
And . I saw her picture.
Maybe she's better looking in person.
And you why, you almost walked off with all my stuff.
The first words you said were, "Why, hello, my darling Amy."
Just like that.
My thoughts: I'm fucked.
You're more mature, more like me with your "sexual tension" comments.
Which is scary, because the more like me you are, the less I understand you.
Apparently, my broad shoulders accentuated my already hourglass figure.
According to a friend's dad.
Which, in retrospect, is really creepy.
I'm Madam Amy, to you.
Am I really just intimidating?
I'd like to think there's so much more, but maybe my friends are lying to me.
Do I frighten
toes curlingher hands unfold like delicate flowerstoes curling in Free Verse More Like This
pink brown flutters of muscles, and veins and her
flowers unfurl their pinkness against mahogany switches
of trees, reeds of spring against the sun
my lips literally burn for you
withouti miss your easel and your quiet uncertaintieswithout in Free Verse More Like This
they soothed my brash and sea-tossed soul
i miss the way sunlight bathed your young head
framed with grey and gold
and the way i just wanted when i saw you
quiet infatuationordinary people fall in lovequiet infatuation in Free Verse More Like This
solid ground beneath their feet
but stars in their eyes
they're built of hands and touching
moonlight isn't realistic
but some people kiss like the night
dark and velvety and sharp
all at the same time
I Never Thought...I never thoughtI Never Thought... in Free Verse More Like This
I'd be sitting in a hospital
listening to time go by
second by second.
I never thought
I'd see her in that much pain
with no way of escaping it.
I never thought
that of all people
I'd want to claw out
the eyes' of doctors and nurses.
I never thought
I'd want to stay in a hospital
for a longer period of time.
I never thought
I'd have to fight the world
to be by her side.
But if I have to
I will do this forever
because, to me,
she's well worth the fight.
RealityReality in front of meReality in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
seems, to me, like a series of dreams.
Yet I can't escape this filthy sleep--
feels like i'm in it too far deep.
The screen freezes
I'm looking at the frames.
Faces become faceless,
draining and lifeless.
Every time I reach out
the scene's bleedin'.
like a wet painting.
My fingers smear it...
Senses of WeaknessLook, but don't stare.Senses of Weakness in Free Verse More Like This
Touch, dare not feel.
Hug, don't hold.
Talk, do not speak.
Hear, and refuse to listen.
abstain from breath.
Lay back, but never relax.
These are signs of weakness.
Midnight StrangerA relationship falsely accused of danger,Midnight Stranger in Free Verse More Like This
me and my midnight stranger.
Curiosity kept me creeping,
for him, I became interesting.
Both kept our distance,
such a lovely resistance.
Numerous little things in common,
out in the open, as well as hidden.
A secret friendship from around the corner,
a connection, at first, balanced on a border.
Discouraged by an authority figure,
but my only known emotional cure,
a relief of mental stress
by talkative excessiveness.
A mutual respect
and failure to neglect
a cute yet stubborn intellect.
We're two caring individuals--
a bond gone incognito.
He's a devotional companion,
respectable and understanding.
We have different interests
but share identical habits.
We've grown into each other
Can't sleep until our days' be covered,
Can't turn out my light
or get under the covers
Until he says "Goodnight"
without a stutter.
I admit, he knows how to throb my chest--
a rare reaction from a guest.
But, I insist on keeping this anonymous
even though I consider
suck up to the stuck upyou're pretending like we're all the foolssuck up to the stuck up in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
bowin' down, movin' around,
actin' like your tools.
you kick 'em to the ground
they get up without a frown.
ain't guna sulk in their own misery.
hope you're what they wanna be
like, "why can't that be me?"
they're dyin' to be free.
but they don't really know
'cause they'll never really own
the guilt that you do
or filth that you've done.
now i don't mean any disrespect
i'm just tryin' to recollect.
to seize all of the memories.
good or bad
what you've had
what you lost
and what it cost
but most importantly
the bases of your needs.
you're too high up on your pedestal
it's no wonder you're misunderstood.
feelI refuse to believe God only knowsfeel in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where does that leave the rest of the world?
how are we to function living off of unknown?
what makes the naive so unbelievably happy?
do they not understand the misery?
have they accepted it or are they in denial?
Anxiety is amongst thee.
Take the blame and simply plee guilty.
It's the only way to be free.
Or are we really?
How can we know for sure?
What gives us certainty in reality?
Perhaps it's just a dream,
a made up state of being...
But I know I'm real
because of the things I feel.
Perfect ParadisePerfect ParadisePerfect Paradise in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Song and Lyrics
Excuse my manners, I should say hello.
It is not the first time that I have been here.
I'm used to it, a feeling of loss.
But I can dream up a perfect paradise,
Where the sky is always blue,
where everyone floats in the sea.
And I have my perfect paradise,
and I know that one day it will be mine,
and I understand that deep down one day,
This perfect paradise will be mine.
Millions of smiles that can never be faked.
Days go by without a trace, and I've won.
Behind every rain cloud, lies a rainbow,
you just need to push through the fog.
But I can find a way to believe,
where no one ever has to bleed,
where everyone never knows what it's like to loose.
And I have my perfect paradise,
And I know that one day it will be mine,
And I understand that deep down one day,
this perfect paradise will be mine.
Wake me up, when this world turns around,
I'll find my way through the thick and thin.
Maybe I just need to feel my
RememberThe gunshots echo through our ears.Remember in Free Verse More Like This
I'm used to it now after these many years.
This is a war to end all wars.
Its time to close the disputing doors.
My commands are given, and I charge into action.
My allies now break this battlefield into a fraction.
Bullets flash past me.
Mud, death and decay is all that I can see.
I hit the ground, shot gun in hand.
I have to survive to claim this land.
I am here for my mother country England.
I can't let her fall in a bitter end.
I get to my feet, rush into fire.
This battle has become so much more dire.
I feel a burn deep in my chest.
I lay my hand upon my breast.
Liquid crimson flow on my skin.
I guess this is it for my heroic win.
They drag me through the field with grace.
These nurses can't even see my face.
I am matted with Mud.
I am covered in blood.
My life is flashing before my eyes.
I lie on this stretcher as I begin to cry.
I see my mother's soft, satin hair.
I see how much my father could care.
I see my wife, dressed in all white.
SalvatoreFamily lost, never to be found again.Salvatore in Free Verse More Like This
Family found of a different blood.
My species is a threat to you,
and my father is a hero.
I watched him die and now I'm cold.
Why would I let you in?
Why do those eyes pierce through?
I saved your life, and for what?
a pet to follow me around?
No, you are far more then that.
Your worth the sun, and one million
diamonds to me. As My frozen heart
began to melt I feel your friendship
and love. Now I have something to
care for, and many others too.
I have a sense of humour now,
something lost long ago. I fight for
pride and for love, no longer for the thrill.
I have a large family, so many to love me,
none of which share blood with me,
the closest Arabella. I have my enemies
too you know, I'm not a well liked guy.
They hate me for my strenght and friends,
and they hate me worse for rubbing it in.
I could reign supreme, with this knowledge
passed down to me, but I have some pride within
my breast, I cannot give up this fight.
I am the saviour of these
Rules of lifeSurvival is what I know best.Rules of life in Free Verse More Like This
I'll keep on going without rest.
A set of rules to suit me.
These are rules you can see.
One is for the trust I hold.
Trust I hold that cannot be sold.
No one can have all of my trust.
It has gone away, gone to dust.
Two is for everything I feel.
No sorrow to be shown is the deal.
I am not allowed to be sad.
Only happy, and never mad.
Three is for the love inside.
I have no love, they all lied.
Wait until I am out of here.
Then I can have a love, my dear.
These are the rules I have made.
I'll keep them close everyday.
Don't judge me for who I am.
I no longer give a damn.
Everyone else has made it clear.
These are the rules I must hold dear
Jasmine, Michael, and CodyLittle Angel's in the sky.Jasmine, Michael, and Cody in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Our memories will never die.
Your soul went out of our world.
Two little boys, one little girl.
The day sticks out in my mind.
In hot ash, what they could find.
A heartbreaking your breakbreaking depart.
Your memory stays strong in my heart.
A Christmas that we'll never forget.
A tragedy that I don't think I'll ever get.
That fire left scars on everyone.
Taken from families. Daughter & sons.
Why did you have to leave that way?
I think about it everyday.
Memories of angel's, a communities love.
Now you all watch from up above.
I look at the empty lot and sigh.
Sometimes it makes me want to cry.
I see your family, struggling daily.
I often wish It was you I could see.
You left us painfully, we miss you dearly.
I remember your faces, and I speak sincerely.
I ask myself, why must children die?
Some say so we'll have tears to cry.
Some say to keep our world pure.
But it is just so hard what we have to endure.
Babies made into angel's, keeping us together.
Under these stars(Chorus)Under these stars in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm just gonna keep on telling myself
that I won't be alone forever, I will find
my way to you, Darling I need you.
I live for the thought that you lie under
the same night sky. We both look up at
the same stars tonight. Looking up with
one beholding eye. I can't give up,
I have to keep up the fight.
No way can I give up on love right now.
Your out there for me, I'm out there for you.
I'll find you one day i just do not know how.
One day I know that I'll know what to do.
Theres a writer living inside my soul. I see
the world in a different light. Sometimes I
see things that make me feel so cold. But
one day you will be the light in my night
Don't hold me up to the sky. Don't compare
me to the cover page. Knowing your out there
stops these tears that I cry. I have time to
spare when I am at such a young age.
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange