200 point giveaway (Closed)I don't think the other idea was good, so I'm changing it.. It seemed like it would take too long and some people would have an unfair advantage over others.. So I'm changing it, I'm sorry for those of you looking forward to it… Here's the new one!More Like This
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They say that a hero would save us.They say that a hero would save usMore Like This
I heard steps somewhere behind me. If they catch me here, the king would kill me. I tried to run faster, without making a noise, but it was unsuccessful. The guards were getting closer. I had to find an exit from the building immediately. If I get out of there, I was safe. I hoped they hadn’t seen my face, but the chance was getting slimmer- with every centimetre, they were getting closer to me. In a few seconds I saw a bright light at the end of the hallway. I finally thought, that I’m safe, until a silhouette appeared. I was trapped, but I had no choice and continued running.
- Zoe! – I heard my name. I could recognize this voice anywhere. It was William. He was wearing his Batman Halloween costume. In the last second I saw his bicycle. - Hop on!
After I did it and saw that the guards were far behind us, I became furious.
- What the hell are you doing here?!
- Somebody had to save your ass.
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.More Like This
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
mother, i...mother, i...More Like This
to a six-year-old
a hospital is just fun
a new place to explore
and pretend that vending machines
make everything taste better
and it's an adventure
to wash hands and somehow
keep Mom safe from
the pathogen that i am
but somehow the fact that
you can no longer hold me
is scarier than the scar
stretching across your stomach, dimpled
at each end and accompanied
by stretch marks (at least
one tenth of those
are my fault)
doesn't include word problems
or fear of cancer
because Mom is all-powerful
and she doesn't run from things
(they run from her and hide
hoping to wait out discipline
from work-seasoned hands)
it took fourteen years of experience
to realize that a 50% chance
i will have your scars
just so long as you will hold me
[and it's okay if i don't survive
because you did]
The kindness of another It seems I've been here forever. I don't remember being anywhere else. For all I know, I never have. All I do know is that I've never left. Everyday I watch the goings on around me, the people coming and going. People smile at me and call me pretty. They speak to me in a way that feels fake, even if it isn't. No one seems to notice that I am trapped.More Like This
They act as if it is normal for me to be staring out between bars. It is not. Though I sing, it does not mean I am happy. Most of the time I am simply relieving boredom. I speak to them, though the words I say are meaningless to me. It is an automatic response to repeat what I've heard them say, and they look at me as if I am normal. I am not.
I am not like them. I am not free, and I do not pretend that the bars around me do not exist. I see them everyday and everyday I wonder when so
63: Sorry, I LiedI'm sorryMore Like This
A long time ago
I told you
I was okay
Because I was
But now I'm not
In the end
All I did
Was lie to you
One lifeI knowMore Like This
I only have
I feel like
It's not worth
To the black hole
Of no return
Shame on MeI thoughtMore Like This
that I could think my way
out of a brain defect.
That I could unlearn
the way my neurons fire
and the synapses wince
when someone raises their voice
that when he told me to trust
that it could be true.
That I could learn
the way that vocal chords moan
and groan, and growl.
When someone tells me to believe
to be myself
that might mean they meant it.
LonelinessLoneliness....More Like This
Loneliness can be a bad thing...
It causes depression, sadness and hurt...
It's when you have no one there for you, when you're by yourself
When you think that no one understands you
I know what loneliness is.... It's an every day thing
Not even internet friends can keep you company...
They're busy bodies among themselves
You sit there, you're that little outsider...
You're like the goth or emo that sits under the tree by themselves
You long for a companion, someone to be by your side...
You're jealous of what was going among the group
You want in so bad, but you're paralyzed by fear
Fear is a thing that holds you back
You're afraid that if you go over...
They'll reject you, ignore you...
Just because you're more different from them
You had that friend there, that was always there for you
Until you lose them... then you'll want them back in your life
You feel like you walk in the valley of death and darkness
then you feel that pain your heart,
you want someone to call yo