It's A Long Story

I'm lost but I haven't moved an inch from where you left me. That's just it though, I'm lost because you left me. You left me here alone, heartlessly abandoning me for somebody you knew once before. Someone who will now know you the way you said only I ever would. Someone who won't ever understand you the way that I have. He used you once, why can't you see he's doing it again? Why can't you see how little you mean to him, and how much you mean to me? I suppose you'll learn. Then you'll come back. And I won't be lost anymore. You'll come back for me and help me find my way home through the darkness. Then we'll be happy. Happy and safe from the darkness that lies within my mind. The darkness that pushed you away before. The darkness that I got lost in while looking for a way to bring you back. While looking for your light so that you could save me. That's all just a happy dream though, you'll never come back for me. I'm too far gone. So now I'll just let the darkness take me, infect me. Make me it's slave while it take over my heart and soul. Then I'll come for you. I'll make you understand your mistake. With the power of the darkness I will hunt down the light that I had grown to love, only so that I could learn how to hate it. How much the light can burn. It must be extinguished.

As I Bleed

You cry for me. Kneeling over my broken body you sob and whimper, but I feel the tears land on my dead skin. There is no afterlife for me. Nothing but lying here, listening to your screams of sadness and anger. "Why?" you scream into the wind, with the crowd gathered around you. The "why" being as simple as the breath you breathe. I was sick of it. Sick of the daily monotony of high school and work. Sick of only existing to you. We always said that we only needed eachother, looks like one of us lied.

So now we're here, my bones cracked and smashed, my blood forming a pool around my body and where you kneel. Get up, get over it. We both know I never meant this much to you alive. You'd rather have hidden our relationship from the world before this, how about now?

Poetry Contest

So for a poetry contest online I wrote a poem about writing a poem. And forgot to copy it to here. So yeah. sorry.

The Case of The Onceler

I'm rewriting The Lorax by Dr.Suess into a detective story.

Night Terrors

There's the screaming again, it's my turn tonight. I walk into her room and calm her. She won't take her eyes off of her closet. To reassure her I open it, step inside, and fall. The darkness envelopes me, swallows me. Limbs reach from the walls of the chute, grasping at me as I fall, my speed growing. I begin to see glimpses of light at the bottom as the temperature rises. My skin begins to blister and burn, the velocity sucking the air from my lungs. My skin peels away, revealing muscle tissue, blood pouring out. Why aren't I dead? I should be dead, the pain oh gods the pain. Help me somebody, save me. Wake me up! Where am I? I just keep falling, the light gets brighter and the temperature hotter! I flail and kick through the air, I'm on fire now. Save me! Help Me! It hurts, it burns, I can feel my muscles exploding with the heat. Kill me dammit! HELP!

I watch my flaming bones hit the bottom. Past the burning light, past all pain now. I am safe. Reborn in the light. I and others before me, we wait for another to fall.

This one kinda sucks huh?

Poison

It's a poison. This feeling, this evil. A fire coursing through my veins. Boiling my blood, it rises to my face. A crimson red appears just underneath my skin. Nobody shows that they see, and now I realize, they never did. I'm a shadow, a dark spot in the background of a photograph. The only reason I exist is to emphasize the people around me. But she noticed. Brought me out of the background. At least to me. Rarely speaking in person, especially when around other "friends". But I didn't care.. at first. Then something happened. Nothing changed. Nothing was supposed to, otherwise it would have. She's a poison, one that I willingly take daily. Killing me daily. It's murder, the way she makes me feel. The way she kills me. Makes me believe, then I begin to doubt, and with the wrong words she unknowingly ends me. Am I a poison to anyone, do I make them hurt with good intentions? Do I kill them the way she kills me? Or now that she's been gone, have I faded back into the background again?

So, did I mention I have a thing for sentence fragments?

Mr.Brown

Riding the bus home from school today I saw an old man pushing a shopping cart down the side-walk. I started thinking of everything that could happen to that old man, and this was the end result.

The day started off like any other day for Mr.Brown. Wake up, get dressed, get coffee, walk to work. But it wasn't just any other day for him, it was the 15th anniversary of his wife's death. Brokenhearted after her untimely end, he put everything that reminded him of her in one room in their old house, bought another lot, moved in there. Every year on this day he visits that room and sleeps in their bed once again. He had just left the grocery store with a cart full of canned foods and snacks loaded with preservatives and was nearing the house when he heard yelling.

It was some younger boys, in their late teens, drinking and partying on the lawn of The House! Enraged, Mr.Brown speeds up to the teens only to be shoved to the ground as the begin to set fire to his house. All of his wife's things, her memory and her ashes, destroyed by a bunch of drunk teens.

When the Boys looked back, Mr.Brown was lying dead on the ground.

Ok, so this one kind of sucks. Actually, it really sucks, don't even read it.

too late.