Our Battle BeginsMy name?More Like This
My name is Malorie.
Why am I here?
Hah, obvious reasons.
It's not as bad as it would seem.
Sure, the end sucks, but it always does.
And being here, you're never alone.
Which is both good and bad. Good 'cause you're never lost on your own, and bad 'cause you can't be alone. But, like I've already said, the end...it sucks.
And it's weird too, don't forget outright weird. It's like you're invisible; a simple being that's neither here nor there. But that's probably obvious, I'm sure a bunch of people are already aware of that.
But, there's shit out here you aren't aware of. And you won't be until it's time. But it's not time yet. I suggest if you're reading this, listen carefully.
Did you hear it?
Well, listen again.
Well good, because this is just a dream. You're not actually standing here, reading our graves, stomping over our caskets, a flashlight in hand as it shakes slightly from fear. You're not <i>
ImprisonedI - I can't take it.More Like This
I need to do this
I need to release them
They - They're bouncing in my head
Ripping and biting at the wires that are there
If I don't do it, I'll go crazy
I - I can't take it.
Please, you need to understand
All of this - all of it - can wait.
Just - Just give me this pencil
Hand me that paper
And allow my ideas to flow
Allow my mind to relax
For the headache to slow
Because I can't hold them in,
when they're trying so hard to break
Through the DoorwayShafts of yellow trail across the green blades of grass. I smile to my classmates as we pass each other, going in opposite directions. The weather's finally gotten warmer; after a long and cold winter, I'm glad to just be able to walk around campus.More Like This
College. It was hard to believe I was already in college. High school was a battle, even if I can't remember most of it. But, God, college! I roll my eyes at the thought, shifting the weight of my bag on my shoulder.
I've already been attending this school for a year, but I can't help but feel like it's my first day. There's always something new that I discover about the school, which makes me annoyed because I have no idea how I missed it before.
While I become lost in my thoughts, my shoes switch from walking on the dirt and grass, to the white-squared pathway. It's only when I've managed to walk further than expected, completely oblivious to the building I had come outside to go to, that I stop.
"My God..." my voice c
Poem: Death BlockThe clock is tickingMore Like This
Tick, tick, tick
Slow as ever
I stare at it
While I scribble down answers
And attempt to write a poem
Just because Spanish class bores me that much
But it's last class
Both for today
And for the year
But I just don't give a shit anymore
I want it to be over
I really fucking hate this class
Shit, gotta turn the page
Had to scramble but she didn't notice
I've done so many doodles in this class
all year, trying to keep myself awake
I look at the clock again
23 minutes left
God it's forever
But at least it'll be over
And I won't have to enter another Spanish class until college
Well, except to come take my Final this Thursday
Somehow I survived it.
Err-Err-ErrorAnother cr-cr-crumpledMore Like This
Piece of pa-p-p-per
Lands in the bin-in-in
My han-an-ands down
on the des-es-esk
My mi-in-ind is not
syn-ch-ched with my hand
The idea is ar-oun-ound
But it com-om-omes out
Like an err-err-error
I wa-a-ant this
To be fi-i-ixed
But each ti-i-ime
Holds the sa-a-ame result
I'll have some-om-thing
Give Me Your HandHer soft lips partedMore Like This
Her eyes were lighting up with joy
He returned the smile
And chuckled lightly,
the sound echoed in the night's
still and lonely air
He had come so far,
led here by her helpful ways
He owed her his life
And she, her brightness
For one night, when he was sad
When he was alone and in the dark,
She called to him
Her light caught his eye
and he followed it to the window
He gazed up at her
And she smiled down at him
"Give me your hand,
I will carry you through."
And her pale, white hand
Came down from the sky
And he extended his own,
For he knew her words rang true
And he knew she would not judge him
For he owed her his life
And she, her brightness
Like a Blast of ConfettiI stared upMore Like This
Down the tunnel of darkness
My heart was racing
My stomach was doing flip flops
While I stared up
The gun fired in an explosion
My excitement grew as colors
f l a s h e d
across my face
It hurt for a moment
Until I wanted more
Sparks of blue, white and red
My friend nudged me in the side
"Some of the best fireworks yet, huh?"
I grinned and nodded
Staring back up
e x p l o s i o
Gotta Keep WalkingWe all know what it's like. To want something so badly, to get it, and then to have it taken away. That's how I'm feeling now. I wanted this so badly, I've been wanting it for a year and a half now, I signed up for it, it was within the reach of my fingertips, and guess what?More Like This
That chance, that opportunity, is gone. I was foolish enough to think I go it, foolish to be so happy and excited for it. Foolish enough to now be faced with anger and a large sense of disappointment. Was it only me? Did someone else lose or did they win?
It's like being told you graduated high school only to show up and never get your diploma. If that's not bad enough, I have to stare at this fucking piece of paper that says "Spanish III L 1". Just seeing the class "Spanish" makes me want to rip my head off and smash it into a brick wall. There could be a number of possibilities for this error.
1. Maybe it was just a computer error.
2. There might not have been enough room in Anatomy & Physiology so they
World Made of WordsThe sound of rushing water met my earsMore Like This
As I watched the stream travel along
I've been to this spot so many times
Just to stand and watch,
Watch my hopes and cravings pass me by
Today the water is green,
soft and yearning, I see the words:
"accomplish, succeed, hope, change"
they flow around the rocks made up of:
"knowledge, curiosity, courage"
Every time I reach down,
and I scoop the water into my hands
dipping it back and letting it drip down my throat
Only each time, I look up at the sky and
the dark clouds scream at me:
"Fear, failure, guilt, useless"
And the tears fall from my face
landing in puddles of:
"Loneliness, sorrow, careless"
And I run from the stream,
run past the trees in the forest,
that point and laugh, mockingly adding:
"stupid, fat, weird, different"
I run and I run
until I reach the edge of the cliff
and I stare down, down at its misty shadows:
"Pain, grief, unknown, death"
And I'm about to step off, to fall down, to end it all
When I hear something different.