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
In the day or in the night,
You may find him round a corner.
He may be in plain sight,
Or hidden and waiting.
Under a light in the middle of the night,
You may see him in his coat so black,
Contrasting with his skin of white.
No eyes you'll see upon his face,
Though a grin or a sly smirk.
Approach him and offer a rose will he.
Deny the rose thee should.
Even though there is nothing you can do.
Take the rose and it'll end the same,
He'll take you,
He'll rape you.
You could try to resist his touch,
though this won't do much.
He'll just grin,
And invasive he'll be.
Depending his mood,
Depends your fate.
Good or bad,
Don't feel sad,
Don't you fret.
Just remember that if you see a man,
Be wary for he could be the Sexual Offenderman.
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead
Jeff the KillerHush now, hush now
Not another peep
It's time for you to
GO TO SLEEP
They say that I'm mad
I'm not right in the head
But I'm just helping folks
Go to bed
They don't understand
But my smile is there
I love blood on my fingers
And death in the air
I'll see it forever
With unblinking eyes
Those ugly fake smiles
Those pathetic lies
Now they smile forever
And will no longer weep
They have me to thank
As I sent them to sleep
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
Rock Paper Scissors
This Story is how I become the scissor Girl a girl That called herself Bloody.
The story goes like this in a small town there was a school with a girl named Bluntly but they called her Blunt for short. she is a nice and smart girl she have's really long red light hair with a black bow in her hair and she wears glasses her outfit was a pink and blue turtleneck and a black skirt. she try to make friends but The girl's in the school was jerks to her. they called her name's and say that she nothing but a nerd a lot of people think Bluntly is annoying Bluntly was always lonely all the time nobody like her because she so different then the other people. Blunt like to learn about magic stuff she also know's a little about Dark magic but she never try it Bluntly also love the game rock paper scissors and want to play it with people but they thought that the game was childish.
One day Bluntly was putting up her books in her school locker when she closes the locker she accidentally got her hair
[[STORM OF BULLETS TEARS AND ROSES]]
Flying among the dust and the death that arose
Fighting above a vortex of rose
Bringing fear to wicked foes
Sphere of roses high in the sky
tears of pain made by their cries
Cause My bloodied sea of revenge will never dry
Within the storm of roses, tears and blood
These silver bullets will make a cloud
Bullets of judgment piercing the air
Bowing down to me without care
Cause I am the dark knight's heir
By Shayan Shahsavary
Anything is empty without power
Those who defy in the end will cower
Step up and find the source
Follow the control's course
Find the power at all cost
That is the only, only must
Smash your humanism cage
Welcome your dark heritage
Free your inner rage
As night draws near
Herald the news of fear
By Shayan Shahsavary