Random Stories
This is just a collection of random Poems and Short Stories that I've done done over the past year. Hope you like them :)
Monday, May 16, 2011
We sat in a dark room whispering to eachother, whispering about how we needed to get away, away from the man who hurt us so much. A sliver of light leaked in from the door as it opened. We flinch away into the shadows, as quiet as can be. He storms in and picks me up, throwing me into the light of the opened door. He lowers himself down onto me. Everything goes black.
Anymore
I'm drifting down into the abyss again,
I see you calling and reaching out to me,
but I know it's fake,
you don't care,
anymore.
I see you calling and reaching out to me,
but I know it's fake,
you don't care,
anymore.
I Love You
I laugh,
because I love being around you.
I smile,
because you're so fun to be with.
I love you,
because it's so impossible not to.
because I love being around you.
I smile,
because you're so fun to be with.
I love you,
because it's so impossible not to.
Fake
I smile,
but I know it's fake.
I can't help but think that I'm not meant to smile,
to be loved.
You left me,
and now i question love.
but I know it's fake.
I can't help but think that I'm not meant to smile,
to be loved.
You left me,
and now i question love.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Something on "My So-Called Undeath" that I decided to fill out :)
1. How did you die?
-Decided it would be a great idea to go swimming in the lake at night...in the winter when it was freezing cold. Huge lake+Winter+Swimming= dumb idea -.- nvr made it to the other side.
2. How long have you been gone?
-A little over 2 months
3. Death age/true age?
-13/13
4. What do you miss most about being alive?
- I miss being able to taste food man! Hahaha, that and the epic dreams i used to have.
5. What, if anything, is cool about being a zombie?
- I love that I don't have to sleep anymore, gives me more time to read and write, and I love the pale skin tone!
6. How did your family react to you coming back?
- My mom was ticked that I had been so stupid as to do what i had done but accepted me as if i had just almost died and still had a pulse, My dad didn't treat me like I was any different (still had to do my chores lolz) but that was a good thing, My little sister threw a fit about how I'd get more attention than her and refuse to talk to me (she stabs me with needles to make me bleed, just so she can see my blue-ish blood) and my friends thought it was insanely cool and didn't treat me any different.
7. Most humiliating moment as a zombie?
-When some jerk from my math class decided it'd be funny to throw a dart at my back to see if i would react, I didn't notice and when they saw my blue blood on my white shirt, everyone but the teacher freaked and ran out.
8. Visible signs of zombiism?
-I was always pale, but now it's a cool pale, so I just look gothic. My eyes used to be insanely green, but now they're a lighter shade that I love. My hair used to be so dark, but now it's a light auburn color and I love it!
9. Goals/ambition?
-I want to get all the jerks at my school to see that I'm exactly like them, except that I don't have a pulse, which isn't such a big deal.
10. "If I were alive today, I would..."
- Maybe I wouldn't have taken that midnight swim, but I like life a lot better now...
-Decided it would be a great idea to go swimming in the lake at night...in the winter when it was freezing cold. Huge lake+Winter+Swimming= dumb idea -.- nvr made it to the other side.
2. How long have you been gone?
-A little over 2 months
3. Death age/true age?
-13/13
4. What do you miss most about being alive?
- I miss being able to taste food man! Hahaha, that and the epic dreams i used to have.
5. What, if anything, is cool about being a zombie?
- I love that I don't have to sleep anymore, gives me more time to read and write, and I love the pale skin tone!
6. How did your family react to you coming back?
- My mom was ticked that I had been so stupid as to do what i had done but accepted me as if i had just almost died and still had a pulse, My dad didn't treat me like I was any different (still had to do my chores lolz) but that was a good thing, My little sister threw a fit about how I'd get more attention than her and refuse to talk to me (she stabs me with needles to make me bleed, just so she can see my blue-ish blood) and my friends thought it was insanely cool and didn't treat me any different.
7. Most humiliating moment as a zombie?
-When some jerk from my math class decided it'd be funny to throw a dart at my back to see if i would react, I didn't notice and when they saw my blue blood on my white shirt, everyone but the teacher freaked and ran out.
8. Visible signs of zombiism?
-I was always pale, but now it's a cool pale, so I just look gothic. My eyes used to be insanely green, but now they're a lighter shade that I love. My hair used to be so dark, but now it's a light auburn color and I love it!
9. Goals/ambition?
-I want to get all the jerks at my school to see that I'm exactly like them, except that I don't have a pulse, which isn't such a big deal.
10. "If I were alive today, I would..."
- Maybe I wouldn't have taken that midnight swim, but I like life a lot better now...
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Ripped to Pieces
The freshly shed tears stain the pillow beside me,
The cuts on my palms are too many to count,
The heart that loves you is ripped to pieces.
You know it hurts me,
You know that I cry,
Yet that's exactly what you want,
Isn't it?
The cuts on my palms are too many to count,
The heart that loves you is ripped to pieces.
You know it hurts me,
You know that I cry,
Yet that's exactly what you want,
Isn't it?
Better Hope
When the moon is full and bright,
You will tumble into the night,
Tossing and turning you try to fight,
Falling into the abyss,
You will burn.
Burning flesh,
A rotting corpse,
Better hope that it's not one that you love.
He withers up,
And turns to dust,
Crying out in agony,
He is gone.
You will tumble into the night,
Tossing and turning you try to fight,
Falling into the abyss,
You will burn.
Burning flesh,
A rotting corpse,
Better hope that it's not one that you love.
He withers up,
And turns to dust,
Crying out in agony,
He is gone.
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