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
Jeff The Killer PoemThere was once a boy...
His smile was normally covered ever since he was little.
He had a mother...
and father, that loved him so.
When he grew up, his brother and himself were attacked even though.
The first fight left scars and bruises...
The second one, the boy loses.
He woke up, his skin snow white.
His family accepted him that way, and took him home.
In the middle of the night, the mother heard a groan.
She walked into the bathroom, and came into a horrifying sight.
There the boy was, blood all over, cheeks cut open.
He turned to her, and she fled soon after.
She ran to the father, tears in her eyes.
"Get the gun!" She cried.
The boy walked in, and they turned around quickly.
He opened his mouth and muttered a few words.
"Mommy you lied...." He growled.
The mother and father were gutted deep.
The boy walked into his brother's room, covered his mouth, and went next to his ear.
The brother heard the last words, tears pouring down his face.
"It's okay Liu. Go....to....sle
(a poem about Jeff The Killer)
The rain in my eyes
He's standing so close.
I finally realize
The path that he chose.
Fear on my face,
And his light-hearted grin
I reached for my mace
As he lifted my chin.
His blood dripping hands,
And his grey clinging jeans
I now understand
What "fear" really means
A new oozing wound
Has bloomed on my chest.
He lowers my head
As I lay down to rest,
And that gut-wrenching smile
So unnaturally wide
Was the last thing I saw
The day that I died.
The Next Night [FNaF Poem!]He plays his song
In the darkness,
His face lights up.
Bonnie and Chica enter the room,
Grabbing me from my chair.
They took me backstage,
Tying me to a chair.
They got the Freddy Fazbear suit.
The clock turned 5.
I wished for the time to go quickly,
Yet I was not having fun.
The ding of the old clock
Went ‘DING, DONG’
I smiled in relief as the animatronics fell to the ground,
And children entered in.
I was stuck in the room, tied up,
For the animatronics to kill me,
The next night.
Papagrande Poem: A Monster?Why.... am I forgotten?
Why does the rain no longer fall?
As I walk down this lonely hall....
Is this who I am? A monster... within this land?
Or am I a man, just wanting a single fan?
No... I'm a killer, so blood thirsty and cold.
But.... at the same time... it is getting quiet dull.
Maybe I should change myself, for better or worse?
Or should I stay this way, and not become diverse?
No, I will stay this way, no matter what they say.
I will continue to show my tricks, and show them the way.
The way to their fate, which is growing near.
And they will soon say bye to their lives... which were all so dear.
This is who I am, a monster within the land.
Come with me kids, let me show you a magic trick.
And bring you to the land of the dead.
Poem of the Mojave WastelandAs New Vegas' neon lights
dimly do glow
Mijave's awaiting for
a terrific show.
As the coyotes
howl to the night
the Bear and the Bull
are ready to fight.
There is now hard ground
but there will be mud,
as the clay underneath
will be soaking with blood.
One side will win
with their trouble now gone,
the other one wouldn't live
to see the pink dawn.
There will be no laughter,
no smile on the faces,
no heartly praises.
Just thousands of bodies
laying in layers
and us whispering
our broken-voiced prayers.
There's dark night no more
on sky there's bright sun.
And we all thank the gods,
that this war is done.
Slenderman PoemIn the woods... a figure stood.
His long arms and blank face, making anybody run at a fast pace.
You try to run, but he follows behind.
You won't live another day in the fenced in woods.
He is gaining on you, his tentacles ready to grab.
You felt the figure rap them around you, and looked into his face.
You're vision started to become nothing but haze.
You felt yourself become deaf, with a loud ringing sound.
You knew that it was the day that you would die.
Tears ran down you're face and he ripped into you.
You knew that you were done....
And the whole time.... it all started because you wanted to have fun.
Don't climb the fence...
Don't break in....
UsCrimson and warm
like cranberry sauce on a fresh pie,
but so grim the blood,
for we have done something vile,
and it feels splendid.
Quoth the Rag Doll
Hike past the river
Through the woods
You shall deliver
A package of goods
Leaves turn red
Sturdy oaks endure
Decayed wooden shed
Just to make sure
By knocking twice
Do not dare delay
You must be concise
With what you'll say
Wood boards creak
The wind drifts
Gray mice squeak
Ancient door shifts
Recall the greeting
Common of witches
Hurry, time is fleeting
Tighten your stitches
Smile and be sweet
As all rag dolls do
There is no retreat
Of what made you
Meet your creator
Keep eye contact
For now, traitor
You shall act!
Take the "goods"
Fling it at the hag
The witch shall burn
Her face will sag
But if she survives
Pure rage will follow
Far worse than knives
With spells very hollow
Dodge the attack
Go out the door
Do not look back
E V E R M O R E
Dark Depths (Work in Progress)A bleak and ominously foggy night,
As the blackness consumes the light,
Obstructing the moon's feeble glow,
The cold west wind begins to blow.
The grand clock tower strikes midnight,
The hour is at hand for fear and fright,
What awaits, no one will know,
In the murky depths of deep below.