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
PainajainenPimeän kuilut menneisyyttä kaikuvat,
vaietuista huudoista puut valittaen taipuvat,
se on epätoivoa, jossa ei voi lentää ilman siipiä,
kovin pieni asia, joka alkaa kasvaessaan riipiä,
se on painottomuutta, jota eivät luonnonlait selätä,
niin tuntematon ja suuri, että sitä on pakko pelätä,
ja mieli on sen kahleissa kuollut ja jäätynyt,
sydän sen ahneuden uhriksi päätynyt,
eikä sitä osaa kohdata, siitä ei voi herätä,
ei voi ajatella järkevästi ja itseään kerätä,
ja on heikko, koska ei saa mahdollisuutta muuhun;
se lamaannuttaa hengityksen, jää mauksi suuhun,
ja kun siitä havahtuu ei se tapahdu vahingotta,
se kaikki on vielä totta.
the clumsy girl„Father, I am cold”,
She whispered in the dead of the night.
Her eyes closed and her mind away,
She cracked her lips apart-
To breathe through her lungs.
Her sharp voice uttered,
Inside the empty , dark room.
She struggled to take the knife out,
But oh, that won’t do!
The clumsy girl fell on her knees
Begging for a spare,
But Death has no heart to begin with
And he wouldn't care-
Not at all ,you see?
She collapsed onto the floor,
Drowned in a pool of blood,
Her frail body blocking the door.
And that’s the story of the clumsy girl,
Oh, Baby, BabyOh, baby, baby, don't
Mama's here to shut your eyes
It's okay, I'll tuck you
Make sure we cover that lump on your head
see they'll never know
You're safe right now, you're white as
Dripping blood coming from your chin
I knew I shouldn't
have used that shovel again
But it's okay right now, no one
As you two doze off into deep sleep
I'm sorry that
I've made you cry
I promised I wouldn't hurt a fly
probably didn't expect
The way I slammed that shovel on your
The way you saw him covered in flies
The way his red tie
With the gray color that reflected in your eyes
forgive me, okay?
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Just Like the color that's coming from your head
You know I didn't mean any harm
I know I said he
just came to visit the farm
But he's here to stay, he's looking at
As beautiful as he looked with the white bouquet of
flowers in his arms
Ticci tobyHe wears gogles and a mask
Killing with an axe
But you made him feel this way
It's not just a game to him
He is not 'retarded'
He just has dieseases
But you'll be the one that needs gaurding
From the one you call 'retarded'
He has a heart to you know
He not just a murderer
But you dont know that
Because your a twat
So tonight beware
Of a horrible nightmare
You will sureley be hunted
For your 'mistakes'
Riddle chain. Can you do it?I had an idea.
I am going to make a riddle chain. Here are the rules!
I am going to say a riddle to do with a theme. The first person to get it right then says a riddle to do with the theme.
This got on and on until... I don't know. When no one can get the riddle or think of one?
You can say a riddle for a character that has already been done but it has to be a different riddle.
Ok the theme is...... Creepy Pasta! (Yum pasta)
Here is my riddle:
Tall and thin I have no face,
You cannot run, you cannot race.
In this forest I call home,
This is the place do do not want to roam.
Heed this riddle, heed this song,
Or you will not be here for long!
This is pretty easy, oh well.
Who can get this and start the chain?
The GameThe Game
I look into the mirror
I don't like what I see
So I take my blade
And slice into me
It's this game I play
I like to count the scars
1, 2, 5, 10
I didn't know I could take it that far
I watch the blood drip
Like I always do
It's like my demons are leaving
I know this isn't true
So one day
I cut a little deeper
Is that bone I see?
It's my body's keeper
Oh, I feel sick
What do I do?
I take my blade
And slice it right through!
Now I see deep red
All over me
It's staining my clothes
I think I cut an artery
I feel dizzy now
I think I'll lie down
I'm resting my head
Next thing I knew, I was dead