The ghost of where you are
Will haunt you where you go,
he said, suggesting I leave anyway.
I believe in the geographical cure, after all.
I know that ghosts aren't real,
Nevertheless, I fear them.
Ode to your enemyThere is no downside to forgiving.
To forgive is to let someone go from your mind.
To forgive someone when they ask is to release yourself from their mind.
Bliss is to not think about each other at all.
2369A hideous wail cut through the minds of the soldiers, jarring them into action. The lookout stuck his head above the mound of soil and bodies, a bunker of cadavers thrown together by desperate men seeking refuge from a frail but deadly foe. A wave of the ghasts, suspended in the air by invisible wires, steadily drifted toward them. Several of these packs groups of twenty or more undead - followed and merged into a translucent blur dispersing far and wide beyond the Dark horizon like oil paint blended with pitch, smudged across a bloodstained page.
"They're here!" called the lookout to his superior and ducked below the bunker once more.
The sergeant shuffled toward the power generator and followed the output wire to its frayed end. Ensuring the generator was switched off; he pulled the wire toward the device in the center of the circle of men. A tall antenna extended from a tripod, fine branches of obsidian jutting out and upward from a tall conical mast which was thin at the bas
MinionI remember the time exactly. 3:33. AM, that is. Half past three in the morning. I awoke, shivering and my breath coiled above me, a ghostly claw in the air reaching for the ceiling. Of course, this shouldn't have been possible in the middle of summer and I did question the plausibility of a sudden drop in temperature as I sat up and looked around. Normally, I'd go back to sleep but something was...off. I don't know. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time.
So yeah, I sat up. You've probably guessed by now that there was somebody else in my room, and the fact that my bedroom was a refrigerator explains that said somebody was in fact a ghost, a poltergeist, a spirit, a spectre, a phantom; whatever you want to call it. It was a dead person, a dead girl. My girlfriend was standing in my bedroom, dead.
I didn't know she was dead when I first looked at her, so I turned on my bedside lamp to make sure it was her and I could see right through her (although I could do that well enough while
3 amIt was 2:59 am before I finally turned in for the night. I had been reading by the fire until late, the low growl of the darkwood logs as they burned providing some background noise to help me concentrate on the manuscript. I usually read books swiftly but this one was taking me a few months and I only got a third of the way through.
The moment I began to hear the strange noises, I knew it was time to go to bed. Quickly, before the minute was up, I snuffed the candle and fled to my chamber. I threw myself into the bed and wrenched my eyes closed. The sounds were growing louder but I knew that if I fell asleep before it reached me, I would be safe. Nothing can hurt me in my sleep.
March heralded the event once a night for three consecutive nights, and on the second night I went to bed early. It was 12:33 am when I blew out my candle. Jackdaws cawed outside my open window caw, caw, caw. The constant bursts of noise making it difficult to drift into t
UrsulaBefore the operation, people would run from me. Screaming. Freak, they would shout. Weirdo. Monster. They were right, though. They always are. No smoke without fire, after all. My name is Ursula, and Im an eighteen year old girl. A couple years ago I wished I could just end it all, but my mother always told me that once I hit eighteen I could have the operation that would make me normal. Children are cruel; if youre slightly different they prove their superiority by beating you up, or playing cruel tricks. Imagine that amplified by a thousand, a life in which every day you wake up and wonder if its going to be the day youre murdered by an angry mob. I felt like a Frankensteins Monster, but this waking nightmare was a real issue I faced every day of my life.
The operation was a success, however. Cosmetic surgery to make me look normal. It wont last forever, Ill need to return to the clinic to get laser surgery and to make su
Quincy TeabagHello. I am Quincy Teabag. Im quite ordinary, I think. I cant really say that about myself, I suppose. I was sitting in my house the other day and I decided to go out for a walk. I dont go out walking very often, I like staying at home, but because it was sunny I put on my boots and went outside. Up the road theres this gate that goes into some woods, but Id never been into the woods before. I quite like animals so I went in there hoping to see something like a Dyr, or Foreseid. I like Foreseids because their fins are thin like paper, and they have pretty coloured hair on them. Their claws are really sharp, though.
I wandered into the woods and I got a little lost. Its really big in there and there are loads of Bark-spiders and those big things with the loads of legs that I forget the name of. I thought to myself that I should have tied a rope around my waist so I couldnt get too far from the gate. I havent got a very good sense of direct
Chin UpAnd sometimes, coated and layered
with tens of scores of others' eyes
we forget the word 'lonely' -
so when it flings ashes
we blink, and are blinded.
A Suicide Note..
Dear Mum and Dad,
First of all you need to know that this is not your fault,
It's mine, for I locked my problem inside me like a vault,
Problems that I was never able to tell you,
Problems that I'm sick of dealing with. I'm through.
I'm sick of pretending that everything's alright,
I'm sick of having all these emotional demons to fight.
I can't take my depressing life anymore,
I realize I felt this way too often before.
I now know I'm not needed in this place,
Just another stupid teen, just another ugly face.
I can tell I'm secretly hated by everyone I know,
Though, when I'm around, they don't let their hatred show.
My life has no purpose as I can clearly see,
No one needs me and everyone hates me
I hate this world I live in, I hate how I feel now.
I try so hard to be accepted, but I don't know how.
I hate my reputation.. a fat loser.. a slut
So I'm ending my life, my wrists I will cut.
I want you two to know, that I really do love you,
But I hate my life too much, this is the only thi
Math and PoetryShe used to tell me
of math and poetry
by the length of her arm
and rhythm of her heart
condensing verse and fraction
with form following the function
of communist theories
and greek philosophies.
she beat out aesthetics
with a perfect symmetry.
because no one understands
the relationship between
seafoam and shoreline
the way she does
[swimming in saltwater sorrows]
reimagining time in an hourglass,
she shot up infinities with a glance
and left me moondrunk in the night.
she emits sparks throughout my system
breaking and entering--
my kingdom under siege.
her name was an amalgam of numbers
1.61803399 . . . .
and I loved her by design.
I feel alone.
Seperate from others.
Suffering from a broken heart.
I have friends.
They care for me.
But their too busy with their lives.
Am I selfish?
I stand in the highwall not caring.
I watch my life pass by in blurrs.
Turning my head just looking around.
My heart bleeds.
I feel so alone.
I watch people hug and kiss.
I try to get noticed.
I scream at the top of my lungs.
No one notices.
I curl up in fetal position in the middle of the floor.
I tug my hair gently to see if I'm still alive.
I claw at my skin to bleed more.
My life keeps on going.
But I dont.
I walk like on autopilot.
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!
Here I go again with my hella sick rhymes,
Jegus I forget it all, most of the time
But Homestuck's got me going,
Now my flames are highly burning,
My inspiration gone zapping,
Double vision's what I'm seeing,
All my senses activating,
Waiting for a Hussie updating,
I'm going crazy in this crap,
Now you guys just watch me rap!
Eulogy for Bear
A friend devolves and a beast acquires a soul
These journeys are begun for reasons
that we soon forget. Some of Adam's kin
jettison little-by-little their sacred selves,
finally separating from the human family to
run mad with the currency of
wild nature's uncharitable law.
But some of the beasts become us;
attached by leash they pull us through parks,
we wrestle them like unruly boys
and dress them in old clothes (forgive us).
And in the darkest night when evil is about
we steady their tattered nerves
when we ourselves are fearful
and thus we find our common tongue
loyalty until death, courage, love.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat