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The QuietI can't stand the quiet it let's me think too well,
And reminds me too much of the past I cannot change.
MonstersWhen I was little I was scared of the dark. Scared is actually putting it mildly. I was petrified beyond all belief of the dark.
I always wanted a night light on and the door firmly closed. I'd ask my mom three times to check under my bed for monsters and four for my closet (there was more space for something to hide in there).
Nothing was ever there though. At least that my mom could see.
No creepy monster that would bite off your toes if they dangled off the bed, no masked villain waiting to sweep into my room from the depths of my messy closet or even a man with fiery eyes and a beard as black as ink to creak open my door.
"There is no such thing as monsters." My sister would say when I complained the next morning of opening my eyes and seeing them standing over my bed, reaching out towards me. "You're such a baby."
I remember scoffing and yelling at her, saying that it had happened, that they weren't just the dark playing tricks on me.
Now that I'm older, I understand what the dark
Forget YouI just want to forget.
Forget your face,
Forget your smile,
But I know I can’t,
Because forgetting you,
Would be forgetting a part of me.
NoNo you can’t do that!
No you can’t have that!
No we can’t afford that!
No that’s not healthy for you!
No you can’t stay up that late!
No you need to loose at least five more pounds!
No that college won’t accept your lazy self!
No that’s not perfect!
No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!
No you can’t make a living from writing!
No you can’t do what you dream!
No, no, no, no, NO!
I’m so tired of ‘No’!
Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.
Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.
Yes you can be the perfect person I want.
Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.
Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.
Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.
Is that what it w
Angels in the InfieldA child and teenager sat on the carpeted floor, watching an movie on the old TV. The volume was turned up all the way but couldn't block out the heated voices from down the hall. The youngest, a little girl, fidgeted nervously as she looked back and forth between the TV and the doorway to the hallway where the arguing voices were coming from.
“Danny...when will they stop shouting?” she whispered, scooting closer to the boy. Danny sighed, glancing down at his sister before looking back at the screen of a bunch of guys playing baseball with the help of angel men and women.
“Emma...they’ll stop soon enough.” Emma frowned, not pleased with the answer.
“...is Mommy really leaving?” Danny sighed, turning from the TV to pull his sister into a hug.
“...yeah Em. She’s really leaving.” The two were quiet, just watching the movie before the little curly blond spoke up again.
“Danny...when is everything going to be no
Sorella...I can’t understand how you feel.
I didn’t know him like you did,
For as long as you did.
I barely knew him at all.
But I do know you.
I know you are going to be strong,
You’ll try hiding your tears at school,
Sneaking texts to me under your desk,
Until we get on the phone after school,
Then you will finally be able to cry.
So be strong until then sorella,
Know I’m always here,
Just a text away,
And I don’t plan on going anywhere.
On Heaven's HillOn Heaven's Hill
NoOne ever of the few
told a word about you
So I walked on heaven's hill,
so unready for the kill.
He came againHe came again last night,
after a long time.
His eyes were scanning around for her,
but she wasn't here.
He found another girl,
a girl it seems he liked a lot,
but in his eyes...
He treated her, I mean last night's girl,
almost like she was her,
He also didn't want
make this new girl,
or anyone else think,
that now he would love her,
He was a little typical,
though he needed company so much.
I Write.Not to make a perfect world,
But to find beauty in our flawed one.
Because It makes me feel like a god,
I can create mountains,
And then destroy them.
I don't like this world,
So I create my own.
Because I want to prove emotions exist,
I want to make people scream, cry, throw things, all because of my words.
On the off chance I can create something just a little more than words on a page.
Because no one really listens,
When I talk.
Because I'm in love with the sound the keys make when you type,
And the way the pencil moves over paper.
Because I want people to care about my characters,
The way I care about theirs.
Because I can't live forever,
But I can create something that will.
Because I want to change the world.
Mystic FlowMystic Flow
a secret and a promise.
All I have to do
is follow the river.
Look At HimLook at him,
he loves her for no reason,
at least not one we can understand.
Maybe that's why he loves her so much.
It Wasn't MeI felt such a shame
that I found you lovely
when you were crying.
I know you can't forgive me,
but please at least remember
that It Wasn't Me
who made you cry.
WHEN I WAS YOUNGWHEN I WAS YOUNG
Once upon a time,
When I was young,
I believed our world is nice.
When I was young...
I thought I was the faulty one,
A parasite, a virus,
so sick and so hideous
I was asking so much,
always more than my lunch
"All these goodies, not enough?
What is more you need to laugh?"
When I was young,
I believed our world is nice
I felt, I was the broken one...
So I was shy, very shy
When I should and when I shouldn't...
I was so silly, stupid!
I thought I'm asking so much!
More than I need for lunch!
And if it happened to need more,
I would never ask it for.
But now I've grown so much,
little shame for my lunch,
Some they say, no shame at all,
that I'm out of control.
But now I've grown so much...
I always ask it for!
There's no shame, No more!
Over the mountain,
into the night,
alone he is standing,
he'll finally fight
Free from the future,
no Love and no Hope,
there's no surrender,
no fear to stop
No more in the shade,
his life and his will,
the flash of the blade,
the sound of the steel.
A war with no battle,
defeated was born,
the song in the cradle
the mourning of Norn
An enemy hidden,
an unholy ghost,
the challenge forbidden,
the pride was lost
A life in damnation,
in fear and in pain,
no sign of salvation,
just hoping in vain
Condemned to be lonely,
not ever be loved,
no woman, no story,
no talisman hold
But then came a day
that flame didn't burn,
no Hope to his pray,
no sign to return
He woke up next morning,
but nothing to pack,
Ηe gave no warning,
Ηe asked not for luck
He ended his serving,
all sins have been payed,
His book no more pending,
all acts have been played
He was no warrior,
but no need to learn,
one fight for honour
and no more to earn.
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