Surviving fate is hard to do,
cause what is life if not through.
Once a man, now the dead.
He though the fate he had fled.
Forever one this world to roam,
never again to return to his home.
HugHer hair was tangled and messy, her face without makeup.
She looked tired, she looked worn. Even in her sleep.
The day had been hard and long and she was tired.
After work, she'd made dinner for herself and her teenage daughter.
They had enjoyed the meal and watched their favorite show after.
But then the day caught up with her, and she had gone to sleep.
She woke up later on. It was dark outside and the nightstand clock said 3 AM.
At first, she couldn't understand what had waken her, until she heard a sound.
A muffled scream. She quickly got up and ran to her daughter's room. She knocked.
She could hear sobbing from inside.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" She asked with a soft voice.
"I'm fine, go away." Her daughter was sobbing and the woman's heart ached.
She opened the door and saw her daughter with mascara running down her cheeks.
The pillow was covered in tears and worn makeup.
"Come here." She sat down on the bed and pulled her daughter in to a hug.
"I'm here." She knew her
Once, Twice, More.Every once in a while, we find something that makes our heart pump.
It excites us, and we love the feeling.
Then, sometimes, the feeling fade, and no matter how you turn, it's gone.
You seem to forget the way it felt, the moments you loved.
And all you're left with, is wonder.
You want to know what made it fade.
Why it's not with you.
And how you can get it back.
Sometimes, you can get it back. It takes work, effort.
Other times. It's just not right.
You know, for sure, that it won't return, not like it started.
And no matter how much of yourself you put in to it, you feel it.
It's already lost, and you know it.
But your body won't forget how that felt, your body wants to find it again.
And thus, you'll search, and recognize it when it comes back to you.
It'll be good. It'll be right.
Sometimes, I think back to my past.
Mostly, it's like a dream, fading away from me already seconds after it's passed.
But there are moments where I remember clearly.
In moment like these, like right now, I can remember how it was like in a time I felt the same way.
I remember when I was fourteen, how I felt when I left school, how lonely my heart was.
I can feel it right now, and I remember so clearly.
I remember when I was down, I cried for hours.
One day, I promised myself I wouldn't live to turn fifteen, I didn't feel the need to grow up, to gain wisdom. And I didn't see a meaning to life.
I can recall every tear from that night, my own confusion and how I denied that I just wanted to be saved. How I needed someone to see and understand how I felt, the misery inside me.
Barely two months later, I didn't even remember my own promise, it was like it had never existed.
I had made a friend, someone who captivated me and made me smile and gave me hope.
I didn't realize it when it hap
FallThe scream from my throat.
I can hear it, every step down the stairs.
I throw myself after the pink figure falling down.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
From the top to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart race with the fear,
with the fear for the figure.
My heart screams.
As the figure lands at the bottom.
A baby's scream in my ear as she's picked up.
Her grannie is there, comforting her.
The danger passed, but that's just one of many.
A danger passed, and left my heart shaking.
Just a Nobodywhy is it, that whenever I find something important to me, someone else spoils it and let me alone..
I've never asked to be raised to be who I am today, I've never asked to be born this way, in fact, if I could choose, I'd choose another life, with different lifestyle.. but who would give a girl like me a chance? I'm just a waste of time..
Maybe falling off a cliff, jumping off a bridge, walking out in the road or cutting the damn vein would be for the better good..
No matter what option, they wouldn't let me choose one of my own, I have no choices to make anymore, they say I'm not fit to decide without help... they say I'm insane..
I'm just a Nobody, and what could a nobody do against everybody?
Why is it, that I'll never become the girl I want to be, because of what others say or do?
My Hero, my Sun.Helten i mitt liv, min sol i hverdagen.
Jeg har vokst opp i en stor familie, jeg har vært mye hos mine besteforeldre, da min mor ikke hadde energi nok til å ta vare på oss barna.
To hus bortenfor min bestemor hus, bor min Tante å Onkel, der jeg har to søskenbarn som står meg kjær, som jeg har vært mye sammen med.
Senere i min oppvekst har jeg slitt med mine tenårings problemer, å vokse opp, kroppen, gutter (og jenter). Da har min Tante stilt opp for meg der jeg ikke har stolt på min mor, der jeg trengte hjelp, veiledning og oppmuntring, har min tante vært der når hun kunne.
Min tante er mitt store idol, hun har hva jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne få til, å hun holder seg oppe til tross for alle motgang.
For noen uker siden fikk min Tante bekreftet hva hun hadde mistanke om, hun har brystkreft.
Da mitt søskenbarn og beste venn fortalte meg dette, var det noe som knakk inni meg, og jeg ble redd, re
Laughing Jack PoemAs you start to fall asleep, you watch the shadows as they creep.
From the darkness he appears, the one who lives within your fears.
A high pitched cackle pierces the dark, "Please go away" you start to remark.
He reaches for you, his arms long and slender, he wants your flesh, so sweet and tender.
He makes sweets appear within his claws, he slowly brings them towards your jaw.
You wriggle about, but he holds you in place, a crooked grin creeps across his pale face.
"No!" you scream, as you try to break free, that ghastly grin you don't want to see.
He laughs again, it makes you shiver, his stripey tongue begins to slither.
The lights flash on, your parents are there, but the psychotic clown can't be found anywhere.
The next night is more of the same, that circus freak wants to play another game.
He forces the candy down your throat, he begins to grin & starts to gloat.
You sputter and cough but it is too late, you feel you are doomed to this bittersweet fate.
Suddenly you hear the mus
TuleriitThy who judge me, listen to my warning plea,
for it may be the last you will ever hear.
Fool, you jest; however, I shall set you free
from this mortal coil, and fill you with fear.
With my noble companion, the killer,
and with my loyal servant the hellion;
tonight, we shall create our own thriller
and swallow those who defy our rebellion.
The infamy of our deeds are to be known,
and as for you poor, unfortunate souls
you shan't need feel the icy embrace alone.
I will make sure that you pay death's dark toll.
We will dance on your graves with grim desire,
after you have had your funeral pyre.
Jeff the Killer Poem He lurks in the dark,
Way late at night,
To him it's an adventure to embark,
Warning: he may bite!
He reaches your home,
When you are tucked in bed
all comfy in your "dome",
"Go to sleep", he said.
It's Jeff the Killer
To him it's a thriller
To sink the knife
Deep into your soul
To you it's cold
To him it's life
And now he's gone
He runs through your lawn
While you lay in the cold
a sight to behold.
Those last words he muttered
will scar you for eternity:
"Go to sleep."
You lay there slaughtered.
Hallow's Heartwas murky and shallow on the Eve of the hallow
a night of unrest a night for un-blessed
because within willow trees soaked bloody heart
were divided branches souls torn apart
branches would sway from ghostly memory
foreshadowing what now have become shades
with the turn of the centuries
worms were left without their feast
resting lonely beneath her feet
her body was left but only to bleed
Her name was Hallow
from the rest of the world she was torn apart
Encounter with Jeff the KillerYou wake up from your dreams
Completely alone, or so it seems
Your eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness
The shadows hiding the one that is heartless
His cold, fearsome voice sounds through the room
Three little words, signaling your doom
"Go to sleep," he says without strife
As he steps forward, holding a knife
You want to scream, you want to call
To your parents, who are asleep down the hall
His mouth is cut into a permanent smile
A sight that makes your throat fill with bile
His eyes are unblinking, ringed in black
He looks like he is about to attack
He wears a white hoodie, stained with blood
His black pants are covered in mud
Thunder rumbles outside to cover your shout
As he begins to stalk toward you, without a doubt
That you would be killed that very night
Your life taken away by the sun's first light
He leapt onto your bed, knife at your throat
Once more repeating his three-worded quote
You felt the bite of the knife's blade
And the world before your eyes began to fade