Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering in Free Verse More Like This
I'll Get You Through ThisHere's a glass of water;I'll Get You Through This in Free Verse More Like This
Another pill made just for me.
I'll drink it with my sorrows
And I'll swallow back my plea.
You don't even need to hear me,
I'll be writing it on the wall:
The hope you never gave me,
Is the hope that stands me tall!
And I will walk through this world,
Don't ask me if it's cold.
There is warmth for you to find here;
My hand's for you to hold.
So take it and I promise,
This night won't be your last.
If you stay with me, I swear,
We'll walk beyond the past.
- Chennie, 26th May 2014
Witch With A Fairy WandWitch With A Fairy Wand in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Witch with a Fairy Wand:
She came out in a dress full of laces,
She faced up a crowd and their god-fearin' faces.
They started screamin' murder over hymns and a gospel,
They said 'you better run or you're caught in the Witch's spell...'
But out came the sun and it dried up all the f***in' rain,
The girl waved a wand and it took away the crowd's pain.
Old men were runnin' while the kids were doin' backflips.
All because the girl had a wand and she let it rip!
She had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand!
She made us all believe...
In all those things we wanted to see...
She made us all believe,
In all those things, locked up in memories!
Cause she had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand!
She had a fairy wand, a f***in' fairy wand,
She had a fairy wand, a shiny fairy wand...
Out came the priest, he was dressed up in the robes of white,
He brought out a cross and he said, 'Now we p
What You Can't RememberWhat You Can't Remember:What You Can't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
You know that something's wrong inside
But you will try to hide it.
Far away from prying eyes;
You say you don't remember...
What is this memory inside.
You feel like you've forgotten.
A part of you decides;
To say you don't remember...
How long will you deny
The bitter truth behind it.
The day you lost yourself;
But now you can't remember...
When first you took away the mask
And looked back at the mirror.
You thought you saw another man;
But you simply don't remember...
The times when you were not yourself
When you forced yourself upon her.
It was a day like this;
But now you won't remember...
The past is locked away for good;
Now hide it with a key.
Smile and carry on in life;
In time you won't remember...
"It's easy to forget a monster..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th April 2012
Sit down, I want to tell you something!Sit down for a second,Sit down, I want to tell you something! in Free Verse More Like This
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting iron over my head.
And you know what it feels pretty damn good to be getting my pump.
Yeah, that's something that you did for me!
And now, over to my phone,
Let's call up Michael.
What up man?
You remember me?
Yeah, I'm the guy who could never fit in!
That kid who was
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'd Rather Be Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
The Toymaker...Ah my dear, how are you feeling?The Toymaker... in Free Verse More Like This
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
Dolls are slim, dolls are pretty.
So no, we can't have that...
We'll just slowly slide this tiny slip of metal.
Shlip, shlop, shlip, shlop - and pull!
You see, you see?
It comes right off, like a laye
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
I'm sorry I never loved youI'm sorryI'm sorry I never loved you in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sure you want
that to mean alot of things
but in truth it means one
I'm sorry I never loved you
not in the way
you would've wanted me to
not in the way you needed me to,
I'm sorry I loved the ideal
of you and me
the wonderful beauty that
be birthed from our attractions
more than I loved the person
within that fantasy.
I'm sorry I forced
the delusion of perfection
upon you and held
you to those
of my selfish imagination.
I'm sorry that I placed
the necessity of us
above the desires of you.
that I wasn't the guy you deserved
and that I wasted my few chances
with someone as wonderful as you.
I'm sorry I never loved you
till you were already gone.
A Nail In My HeartIn my heartA Nail In My Heart in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
What have you done?"Worthless being, you don't deserve anybody's affection."What have you done? in Free Verse More Like This
"...I already know."
He was holding his heavy head
Full of shame and lies instead
Tears wanted to flee but were stuck
His body motionless as a trunk
"You hurt her terribly this time, you silly moron."
"...Oh shut your mouth."
"She was kind and blind enough to love you, and yet..."
Slowly realizing what he has done
This petty mind was torn
From any sane mental state he flew
Painfully raising the head anew
"...You're pissing me off."
"And yet, you screwed everything she has brought you."
"...Stop talking, you piece of trash."
The gaze abnormally empty
Darkness surrounding him as a krone
World has become hostile so quickly
In his dreary room, alone
"...I should really stop talking to myself."
Human thoughtShe is what some call an ideal.Human thought in Free Verse More Like This
Why did the roads of our destiny cross? No one knows. Hell is waiting for me, since the Gods made me taste paradise. There is no weak words to describe her ; pejorative becomes meliorative, this embittered perfection of her face reminds me those delightful paintings of Goddesses.
If Beauty and Charm melt into a being, this very abject being would suffer of her heavenly presence.
This infinity of sensations in her gaze, make feel and shudder of everything best this world offers.
Alike a luminary with a human face: only needing to be to shine brightly, no one can touch her, inaccessible.
Faint men would fight ; I would fight, slay, die, just to feel her breath.
Such misfortune for the inept man who, goofy, dullard, can only think about one thing.
Such fortune yet that the only thing I think about is Her.
Thirst of revengeAre you serious? All of youThirst of revenge in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Laughing out loud
What's wrong with this hysterical crowd?
Looks like I was left out, threw
My heart's petals have faded
No souls by my side
Deeper and deeper into agony
Loneliness has become heavy
This blade I hold
Will shed my blood instead
Do I target the proper enemy?
Why should I use it against ME?
Are you serious? All of YOU
Laughing at ME? Miserable amused faces
You should reconsider it anew
Before I tear you to pieces
You'll know the meaning of pain
It'll become your best mate
My tears wouldn't have been vain
I'll destroy all of you without any regret
"Hey, guess who it is.
Do you hear it?
Nop, seems like you fainted.
while you still breath,
The silent sound of my steel...
Drilling the shell
You used to call
Lady of the LakeTan squirrels hunt nuts before purple dawn.Lady of the Lake in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Violin notes whistle through dried branches,
Puddles - eager redbreasts moisten their throat.
Vast painting of the poet's dreams!
I hear; siren's melody baits lost souls from the wood,
The misty air is loaded by scents of dews,
Tremendous land of dead leaves, out of sight! Swimming peacefully,
White waterlily feels the dragonfly scratching its back.
Trees' woody eyes are pointing at the sapphire surface,
I stare at polychromatic clouds, leaving the heavenly throne.
And from her very breath, she blows them off. Lady of the Lake.
Condescending Nature! Your cruelty is matched your greatness.
Natural, hazy shivers flow through my bloodstream,
There, there she looked at me! Lady of the Lake!
Indecisive suicidePlunged into gloomy darknessIndecisive suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Snared there for eternity
Without an ounce of light inside me.
Farewell, all my former friends.
It wrecked and tore me inside,
I can't even walk anymore
I can't live no more
My fate is awfully decided.
My heart is pounding.
My hands are shaking.
Still, why is it so hard?
To end my life.
Do you really want to know?Do you really want to know?Do you really want to know? in Free Verse More Like This
Know that I am fading.
Do you really want to know?
That I am slowly breaking.
I am not sure how much time,
I have until I'll pull this trigger.
I just want the night to be over.
But what's the difference,
When morning is no better?
When even the light,
Enough to chase away the dark.
Paper SkinShe's a girl made out of paper.Paper Skin in Free Verse More Like This
It crumbles so easily.
She is covered in tape,
Because she tries to fix herself.
Trying to hold it all together,
But these band aids won't last forever.
And one day she'll fall apart.
There was a boy with a heart,
Made of stone.
They fell in love,
But when he left the loss crushed her fragile bones.
There was a girl with skin made of paper,
And a pair of scissors,
There never was such an odd couple,
When her friends saw her paper cuts,
They left her all alone to just crumple.
Because no one wants to mess,
With someone who is always in such distress.
No one wants to see,
But her skin wasn't always made of paper,
It's what years of unrelenting pain did to her.
Her tears rolled down her cheeks.
Which only made her fall to the floor, weak.
Maybe one day she'll come back and see,
That this wasn't all she could be.
Maybe she'll find,
Some peace of mind.
Maybe one day,
She'll come back with flesh and bone.
I want to be aloneI am sorry,I want to be alone in Free Verse More Like This
Could you just leave me alone though?
I am not trying to be dramatic,
Not trying to put on a show.
I just want to be left alone.
Want to be inside my room,
In its darkness and gloom.
I want to accept my own doom.
Because I am my own disease,
I am sorry friend please,
Try and understand.
That I don't want to see anyone,
Because I can't feel the same,
I only feel tired.
Yet i can't fall asleep.
So I lay silently in bed and weep.
Because all I want is some peace.
So give that to me,
And just please leave.
Because I can't feel your warmth anymore,
So go away and close the door,
When you go.
That I want to suffer,
(Because I don't want you to see the demons that are inside of me.)
Starless eyesI see no light,Starless eyes in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden behind your eyes.
The ones that would keep the darkness away at night.
I see no stars,
Just constant negotiations,
Between both sides of your mind,
Trying to define,
Who you are on the inside.
There are no more stars,
There is only dark.
And I begin to worry,
Who you are.
Where you went.
Because this is not you my friend.
It's some mindless zombie,
Who walks beside me.
Who's desperately trying,
To conjure up ways of dying.
I miss those star dust eyes.
I miss the secrets,
That they kept.
I miss the stories that they told.
The ones that never got old.
The way they sparkled,
Just like the actual night sky.
And I wonder why,
Anyone would ever try,
To extinguish you.
But now your light is dying.
You've accepted it and lost your interest in fighting.
Your heart is exploding,
Like the sun.
And your fragments of star dust.
Are all around me.
And I can see what you've done.
What you've been running from,
Who you became,
And why you never were the same.
I am biI am sick of people,I am bi in Free Verse More Like This
Telling me who to like.
I am sick of them trying to shove me into making a choice,
But at the same time taking away my voice.
They say I should like guys.
And that in my mother's eyes,
Liking anything different,
Would surely cause her demise.
Because she couldn't tolerate a daughter.
Who fell in love with another,
They say I should like girls.
They text me,
Call me things like
Yes I've kissed a girl before,
But it's something I like to keep locked up
As a secret behind closed doors.
I like guys,
I like girls.
I am sorry mother,
And I am sorry father.
But is it so bad,
That I am,
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
A ConfessionI am gay.A Confession in Free Verse More Like This
I am a girl who likes girls.
You have no idea what that took,
How my hands shook
Over my laptop keys.
Don’t hate me.
Will I lose friends?
Well that depends,
On what kind of people
Not my fault.
Or is it?
I just don’t know
I’ve been with boys
And I’ve got with girls,
And it’s feminine fingers
That I prefer
My blonde curls.
I know, I know
This poem sucks
But this isn’t about
It’s about me
In the only way
I know how
What I am.
I am a lesbian.
Summertime (For the Quiet Kids)People think I’m lonely,Summertime (For the Quiet Kids) in Free Verse More Like This
People think I’m sad.
I’ve been called lowly,
I’ve been called mad.
There are worse things
I could be than quiet,
There are more harmful
Things I could do,
Just because I’m different,
Doesn’t mean I’m not right too.
Books are my buddies,
My four walls are my friends.
Green Day are my preachers,
AC/DC are my teachers,
Dancing out of my speakers.
I talk with my pen
And I sing from the soul,
Sometimes it’s diamond bright,
Others, it’s black as coal.
Summer is here,
I can feel it
Sweating into my pores,
And whilst some might go for beaches,
I go for so-called bores.
So when you see someone,
Nose in a book,
With a faraway look,
Don’t pity them;
For they are in their own kind of sunshine.
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humanity in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
AnxietySometimes,Anxiety in Free Verse More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 2I looked at Pride Rock and said, "This place is beautiful." I looked to see a bunch of lionesses out on the rock and saw them looking over. I felt my ears twitch and heard some of them murmur, "What's a leopard doing here? Where did she come from? How did she get here? Her eyes look different than the others."The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 2 in General Fiction More Like This
I saw a mandrill with some kind of stick walking over from the giant mountain; I knew who the mandrill is and it's none other than Rafiki. He walked over towards us and smiled, "Ah, Mufasa! Good to see you that you have returned safely." Mufasa welcomed the monkey with a sort of hug as he wrapped his paw around Rafiki's back saying, "Good to see you again, old friend. How is Sarabi?"
"The queen is healthy and happy as always," Rafiki answered. He looks at me and circles around me with curiosity. Rafiki said, "Who is this, Mufasa? A new friend? Hmm, she seems a little odd with her posture." Rafiki placed a hand on my head, then I winced a bit from the bruise I had earlier. I said,
The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 3Third Person POVThe Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 3 in General Fiction More Like This
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
The sun began to rise as the animals of the savannah looked over the horizon. The birds began to fly towards Pride Rock as various animals began to head over. Giraffes, zebras, cape buffalo, elephants, rhinos, cheetahs, wildebeests, antelopes, and monkeys came towards the majestic rock to see their new future king.
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
It's the Circle of Life and it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
Zazu flew tow
The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 1Along the tall grasslands of Africa, a young woman in her early 20s was holding a camera and taking pictures of an antelope herd. The woman has fair skin, medium golden-brown hair tied back in a pony with a few tendrils hanging out, and blue eyes. She wore a pair of sunglasses, a white tank top, tan shorts, and a pair of brown sandals. The woman is named Victoria.The Lion King: Through Her Eyes Ch 1 in General Fiction More Like This
She snapped a few pictures of the antelope and said to herself, "Perfect. Can't wait to show the folks what Africa's like up close." Victoria looks through her camera and sees a few snapshots of wildebeests, gazelles, lions, cheetahs, meerkats, elephants, rhinos, and a few monkeys. Taking out a bottle of water from her bag, she took a sip and looked to see a butterfly flutter around. It landed on Victoria's finger, which made the woman smile and watch the butterfly flutter away from her finger.
Victoria looked to see the antelope herd running fast when a group of lionesses ran after them, hunting for their prey. She stayed lo
The Phantom of the Opera: Ch 15Paris, 1919The Phantom of the Opera: Ch 15 in Drama More Like This
Jack is wheeled into the cemetery by Madame Pomfrey, then the two stopped as they reached towards a grand tombstone. Once they reached a certain spot, Jack gestured for Rogers and Madame Pomfrey to stop. He got up out of his wheelchair and walked over to a headstone with a picture of Rebecca labeled:
Princess Rebecca Samurai
Beloved Wife and Mother
Jack stared at the grave before he began to cry silently. He turned to leave, but then something caught his eye on another part of the grave. Lying there was a red rose with a black ribbon tied around it and a diamond ring with smaller diamonds around the precious stone. Jack looked around the graveyard, unsure of who sent the rose and ring. However, he knew the ring from before and knew right away.
Mojo Jojo, the Phantom of the Opera, had been here recently to also pay his respects to Rebecca. He's still alive and still loves Rebecca, even after she died. The rose is now shown in red as the diamond gleams, th
Nothing Wrong with YouThere's nothing wrong with youNothing Wrong with You in Free Verse More Like This
You're going to say that?
After that day amongst paper
Of different colors and designs;
I told you the exact reasons why I go to a psych.
And yet you still have the balls to say that?
I'm sorry, I guess I should repeat myself;
It's clearly the only way to get my point across.
But that's okay; I'm used to no one listening.
I suffer from GAD
And a friend of his, EDNOS.
Though they think his girlfriend Mia may be involved
More so than he.
I should be taking a small white pill
But my fear of it keeps me from doing so
...You know, I look at you.
You who say you're probably depressed.
And I agree; you've a depressing personality.
But do you understand what it means?
Let me tell you my dear little friend.
Depressed: So sad, so upset
That all you can do to feel better
Is curl up on the floor and cry.
Cry; sob; rip your hair out
And just wait
Wait for what you ask?
For me, I wait.
FallenA girl peeked shyly around a corner, her blue eyes darting every which way as she scanned the area. She cautiously stepped out from behind it, her long snow white gown sweeping the ground as she silently padded along the hallway. It was completely silent, save for the soft patter of her matching slippers. Her long golden hair bounced with every step she took, flattening against the wall as she pressed her back into it. She poked her head around a corner once more, finally spotting one of the guards she knew she'd encounter. Her absolute white wings gave a soft flutter to match the nervous beating of her heart as she stepped out from behind the corner.Fallen in Short Stories More Like This
"Halt, who goes there," Boomed the voice of the guard. She immediately looked down, eyes shut tightly in fear as the guard marched up towards her. He was the same as her; an angel, yet more designed specifically for combat and warfare than peace. He examined her, walking a slow circle around her before coming back to where he o
Late BellI sit with friendsLate Bell in Free Verse More Like This
During those boring mornings;
Laughing and talking, right until the end
Of the ringing of my first warning
I waltzed down the halls
Not a care in the world!
Only to hear the shrill calls
Of the 8:05 bell unfurl.
I rush at my locker
Shoving and pulling
Then I sprint like in soccer
Down the halls-Oh who am I fooling?
Day in and day out,
The bell yells at me so.
And right back at it I shout:
"Shut up! I know!"
I sit here in the office
Of the great dean of students.
I'm being stand-offish
As she asks "Why'd you do it?"
Well you see Mrs. Kaiser
It's quite a funny story.
I may be an early riser,
But I hate bells with a fury.
The GameSwishThe Game in Short Stories More Like This
The orange sphere falls from the sky, bouncing against the ground only once before being grabbed in mid air. The player jumps from her spot, aiming towards the basket for another shot.
The ball misses completely, veering far to the left of the court as she chases after it. She pants, pushing herself to the limit in order to achieve her goal. She snatches the ball, dribbling it ever so carefully against imaginary foes as she goes towards her sweet spot. She jumps again, shooting with the utmost accuracy towards the basket.
The ball misses again, only this time by a few inches of the basket. It comes back to her, allowing her to give another shot in quick succession from the one before.
It falls through the net, bouncing a few times on the ground before rolling towards the grass. She walks towards it, bending down to pick it up from where it lay. She stared up at the basket before breaking out into a jog, dribbling the ball from
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey... in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I choose
To feel worthless?
To feel empty,
To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?
To feel broken,
To feel hopeless,
Angry at myself..
To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?
To feel the need to lay in bed all day,
Without moving a muscle,
Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?
Depression is never a choice.
You don't choose depression.
Depression chooses you.
We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,Darling, Don't You Dare in Free Verse More Like This
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself... in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.