Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Everyday is a Nightmare

Step step, drip drip
He's there, watching me again
His endless black holes where eyes should be
Drip drip, the water falling from his body
He is always drenched
Never ending, he haunts me
That evil grin
What did I ever do to that little boy
My vases are shattered
He's been at it again
Puddles of water
All over the floor
Bloody footprints where he used to be
A sore on my neck coloured red
He visited me at night
What did I ever do to that little boy
My curtains torn
Couches and chairs ripped apart
Sounds of pitiful laughter
Water along the ground dyed red
Again my neck aches
Hiding in the shadows
Never ending, he haunts me
Guilt rises in my chest
What did I ever do to that little boy
Heart shattered
Hope torn
He has taken the last
"There is nothing left!" I scream
He never answers
A laugh in place of a response
Blood pours from the holes in his eyes
That's my blood
What did I ever do to that little boy

Friday, October 18, 2013

Flash Stories, Part 10 (Final)

I want to be with him, but I don't want to be with him. Why did he have to be a demon? I wish to right my wrongs and return to heaven. If only I could remember what my wrong was, then I would know how to correct. I want nothing more than to return home. At least that's what I think, that's what I want to believe. Maybe... just maybe... that's not what I truly want. Perhaps I should listen to my heart rather than my head. Who cares if the one I love is a demon, I'm never going to remember what I did wrong, I'm never going to be an angel again. He loves me for me, not what I am. I should do the same for him.

Flash Stories, Part 9

She says she can't love me as long as I am a demon. I cannot change that, but I don't want to be one anymore. That's why I left that world, so I could live as something other than a demon. I didn't ask for this, I wanted to be human. That angel girl has fallen from heaven and was forced to become a human. That's what she tells me at least. She wished to be an angel but was forced to be human. I want to be human but am forced to remain a demon. Why does it have to work out like this? Why must I thirst for her blood every second? I only want to remain with her.

Flash Stories, Part 8

That was an awful nightmare, who was that little boy? I swear I've seen him before, long long ago. He was there, when I fell from heaven, laughing at me. I know it was him, I know it! Why.. why is it that no one else seem to notice him? He was so different from all the rest, dressed in all black in a world of white. That evil laugh behind those innocent eyes. He's here with me now, where is he, where is this menace? There, behind the demon I love, cutting him open with that disturbing smile. Why can't anyone see him but me?

Flash Stories, Part 7

I wonder if that beautiful angel is doing alright. Does she know I am what I am, a demon of the night? I have to be careful, if I get to close, it may end badly for us both. I cannot let her find out who I truly am, for then she will no longer love me. If she knew, how badly I wish to sink my teeth into that pure neck of hers, she would go berserk. I need to see her again, see if she's alright. There she is, up in that tree, she seems to be sleeping. I wonder what she dreams about, or what she thinks about when she's awake. Am I on her mind?

Flash Stories, Part 6

It's so dark... did I finally fall asleep? I hear faint laughter, it seems so close by. It sounds like a young boy, why can't I see him? It's pitch black all around me, I can't even see my own hand in front of my face, of course I can't see the boy. I cry out greetings, calling him to me, I am unsure if this is a good idea. What if he harms me? I call out again and see a small light coming toward me quickly. I am afraid, very afraid, yet I shouldn't be scared of the light. This light seem different though, eerie in fact. The light is the small laughing boy, a ghost. His laugh turns into a scream and he jumps at my face! It feels like he's tearing through my skin, ripping me open! I arise from my place on the tree and breathe heavily. What an awful nightmare.

Flash Stories, Part 5

I can't sleep. I can't think straight. What has this man done to me? I've seen him only once, but that seems enough to understand the feelings I have toward him. I feel his presence near me. I went to go to bed in a tree, could he be nearby? Why would he, I saw him go off in the other direction. What does this man want with me? Is he truly a demon, has he cursed me into loving him? Making me not be able to sleep is a cruel punishment. This is what I should have expected from a demon I suppose.

Flash Stories, Part 4

Who is this man? I saw him rise through a large crack in the ground. Is he some sort of demon? If so, does he know I'm an angel? He wouldn't show such affection to me if he knew, would he? Does this strange man have feelings for me? Do I have feelings for him?! No! I cannot, it is forbidden for an angel and a demon to be together. well, I'm not exactly an angel anymore... I've lost my wings, I've lost my memories, I'm not sure of who I even am anymore. Maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to love this man.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Flash Stories, Part 3

Yes, I am finally free. Out of that dark world I used to call home. Up from the dirt, the darkness that surrounded me, into the light. Who is that over there? A tattered girl kneeling on the rough ground. Her dress is torn, but you can tell it as well as herself used to be very beautiful. She cries and pleas, talking about returning home. Why does she feel her back with such anguish, does it hurt her? I will find out about her, crawl to her if I must. I can stand, I can walk, I can talk. Her voice is a melody, calming my black heart. She is lost, I am found. I will be there for her, care for this girl and her forgotten past, because I will be her future.

Flash Stories, Part 2

Wings. I had wings, I was an angel... I did something wrong.. what was it again? It must have been really horrible to have been dropped from heaven. I don't want to be here, I want to go back. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can you please forgive any wrong I have done? My tears are running down my cheeks like streams into my mouth. They taste like little pieces of freedom. Yet I am still here, kneeling on the harsh ground in a torn white dress. I still don't understand what I have done wrong.. I always tried to be my very best. I also tried to be who everyone wanted me to be. Was I not good enough, I suppose not.

Flash Stories, Part 1

Why can't I remember? Who am I again? I think...I think my name was Christine... was it? Why am I here, what was I doing? The world, it seems so strange to me. This isn't like my home, at least that's what I'm guessing.. It doesn't look familiar, then again nothing does. My hand, why is it so white, so pale? Am I dying, did I die? Why does it feel like I can't die, that is seems impossible? Why do I feel like I've done something wrong? My back aches... I feel like something is missing from it, that something was there before. What was it? I want to remember, no, I need to remember.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Vampire Tree

Every leaf of the tree was vines to its heart. Blood of the people it had strangled turning it red. Silent, even when the wind blew, these leaves never fall. If you get really close, you can hear the thump thump of the tree's heart, the quiet breathing. If it lets you touch its leaves, you can feel that it pulsates. Many people this one tree has killed, it's the only way it will survive, for it doesn't get fed by the sun. Instead, it fears the sun, the tree hides in the dark. The smell like strawberries, luring in its next victim. Long tangles of leaves tightly wrapping around the unfortunate human's body, squeezing him until blood seeps from his pores. The tree drinks up this metallic blood, lusting for more. The screams of the innocent fade to nothing, he is dead. The cold corpse left on the ground to slowly decay, the fungi now have their turn.

Too Close

From this spot on the cliff, you could hear the ocean waving its final goodbyes. The wind whistling a silent tune, the loud but hidden whimpers of a lost girl. She was on the edge, starting down into the rocky abyss, water crashing against it all. Inching closer, half of her feet on the air. Closing her eyes and opening her arms, she prepares herself. Tears streaming from her eyes into the ocean. Leaning forward she has given up. Seconds later she opens her eyes and is staring off into the forbidden sunset, locked in a young man's arms. He held her tightly, crying along with her. "Sorry, I'm so sorry." he repeats over and over again in her ear. She frowns upon her failed attempt for she was still blinded, unable to hear what is going on around her. "I love you." he whispers and her eyes can finally see. Her eyes now filled with tears of joy she turns around to return the man's embrace. "I love you too," she responds, "thank you."

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Loving Torture

His soft voice fills my ears,
I am wrapped up in him.
The smell of blood lingers on his clothing.
How can someone so violent and so cruel,
Be like this in this moment.
Holding me gently,
Slowly kissing me.
The taste of blood filling my mouth.
Its metallic taste,
Its warmth,
In this moment it was alright.
He was so different now,
No more crazy,
No scissors in his hands.
Instead it was gentleman,
And my hands were in his.
 I have forever awaited for now,
This moment.
He has finally given into liking me,
He has finally admitted it within himself.
Now I can be happy,
The one person I love and will always love,
Now tells me he loves me too.
That is the best new I could hear.
I wish for this one moment to continue on forever,
Him touching me,
Kissing me,
Loving me.
I want nothing more than him.
He may be violent and still strike me with objects,
And tear through my long back with his nails,
But he fills me with such joy.
The feeling of my skin tearing,
The smell of blood around me,
It's all so wonderful.
Best of all,
He is my torturer,
He gives me this joy.

Erasure Poem

A      range of shades      allow
bright              from                                        dark
                                                         which symbolizes                             the
beginning                                     Anything                          carries
                                 experience,                                                    and put
people                                        open                                            was
                      I                   a celebrity                                        wearing
            a smile                                                       That             overkill           can
leave you                                                        investing                       instead

                     keep in mind      not everyone can
           have a hard time                                    and                     only
                                 find the                  good
                                                                      The                           red's depth
            is      perfect
                            action                                   active                 in
red is much more                                   perky                              when you want to
                             hit                                work                      is said to
                                      symbolizes               endurance        also                     when
you         stand     without              risk         because
                     If you're                                            red
                                   almost everyone has
      a little
         you need
a young-looking face          to appear                                                    to help
                                                                                                black makes you
                                 instantly                                                                put on
                                                                      the darkest
                                                                   downer                                    feel
                                                                                    the villain
over the years               become more
    elegant                                                  clearly                          you want
more                                                    Every woman needs                  everything
           so you                                shine.

Text Message Poems

The world is a scary place
Things in the shadows
Creeping in your eyes
You scare yourself
With the mystery thoughts
What ifs and maybes
Small noises in the dark
Unknown of its identity
This is the cause of fear
Tears are not weakness
They are strength
Proves you have emotion
Do not take tears for granted
Crying or the wrong one
For that person
Does not deserve them
Your precious tears
Hope is something loved
It is what we all hold to
A special gift
And when it is lost
It may never be found
This makes us weak
When we have this gift
We are at our strongest
Not to be defeated
By any battle
Don't ever lose hope!

Forgotten Memories

The ring glittered in the moon lit water as it slowly sunk to the bottom of the lake. A girl is crying on the grass, her head in between her knees. Other than her sorrowful whimpers, there was no sound in the forest. She was alone and forgotten. Little had she known that the ring would bring her to another dimension, given to her by the one she loved with all her heart. It was all some cruel trick, and to think I was the main act. She laughs between tears.

To be continued....

Death of Love

When I close my eyes
There he is in front of me
Laughing, playing, his smile so bright
He was always happy
He was always kind to everyone
I loved him
Still do
My beautiful little boy
With short black hair
The softest pale white skin
The brightest green eyes
He was perfect
My perfect boy
If only I had seen the car
When he was playing ball in the yard
If only I had heard the car
When he was in the street
Tears run down my cheeks
The memory I suffer with every day
So vivid as if it were yesterday
Three years have gone by
He would be seven today
So young and he is gone
He was perfect!
He didn't deserve this fate
It's all my fault
It should've been me

Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters

I am young and in a new world
I come across a beautiful treasure
Stepping closer I go to pick it up
In my hands it shatters
I am depressed
I am older now and in the same world
Another beautiful treasure is there
Maybe if I pick it up this time it wont brake
I get close and it shatters
Again I am depressed
Older and wiser I am still in the same world
Yet another beautiful treasure
I want it so badly and can't help myself
I take two steps toward it and it shatters
Depression stays with me
Still getting wiser with this same cruel world
A fourth beautiful treasure is before me
Once there was a time it was mine alone
I want it back, but I cannot get any closer now
For it will shatter if I do
I sit down and stare
Wondering if it'll ever be mine again
Depression stregthens and I cannot smile
This world has treated me wrongly
It stole my beautiful treasure
But I know now
That I will NEVER get it back
Black darkness swallows me up
Will I ever be happy again?

Shadow Boy

Dark nights filled with creeping shadows
He opens the door a peak
Peering in the small crack,
Waiting for me to fall asleep
He never leaves while I'm awake at night
Always staring, always watching
Sometimes I wonder what he does,
While I am sleeping in bed
Does he hurt me?
Does he curse me?
Or simply does he do nothing at all?
Perhaps all he does is look,
Until the sun comes up
Perhaps he's friendly,
But too shy to come in
Sometimes I hear him crying,
Small whimpers of a child
Perhaps he's a little boy,
Who only wants to play
I suppose that boy is lonely,
Hiding from the sun
Where does he go?
I wish to find him one day,
Tell him, "I'll play with you."
For at night he seems so scary,
Creeping in the shadows
I feel wrong in being afraid,
A selfish child
Maybe, just maybe,
Tomorrow night,
I'll finally say hello

Rainy Day

It was a rainy day, the sky was gray and water covered the ground. Staring out from the window, it didn't seem special. I got up from my seat and went outside. Raindrops poured down on me and I was quickly soaked. I began to laugh as one fell on my nose. My face lighted up to match the colors. Looking around I was no longer outside my house, it was white all around me except for the colorful rain that still fell upon me. But wait, the rain had stopped moving, the drops stayed placed in midair. Both confused and amused, I watched as they changed shape and formed together to create a face, a person, a car, a boat, their imagination was endless. It was beautiful, colors and creativity. I wanted to touch it, see if it was real. It was, but as I touched the drops, it fell apart. It was if the whole world was melting, and I was falling along with it. When my eyes open, I am sitting in front of my window, my head resting on the windowsill.

Timeout Paradise

"Go sit in timeout!" my mother yells as she points toward the blank, white wall. I grab my little blue rocking chair and sit down facing the wall. My tiny hands hold up my head as I pount.

Minutes go by that seem like hours, but I still had ten minutes lift to go. I accept my fate and actually look at the wall for the first time. There were so many smudges and dents that I had never seen before. The more I look, the wall begins to change. It starts to ripple, turning into a fast ocean. The sound f birds from the square window turn into seagulls flying across the sunset. I look closer, smudges become flowers, shadows become island trees and beach huts. I quickly blink my eyes to see if the illusion would disappear, it didn't. The fantasy slowly started to appear as reality, I close my eyes. When I open my eyes I find myself warped into the paradise, it was all around me, beautiful. I jump into the ocean water, wanting to go for a swim, but I begin to drown. My mom is calling for me and I close my eyes again. This time when I open them I'm back in my chair, staring at a blank wall.

"You can come out of timeout now." My mom tells me, my paradise is gone for good.


Her eyes began to sparkle,
Filled with the past that she wishes to forget.
It's trapped in there.
The tears run from her eyes,
Dropping lightly on her dress.
The eyes were delicate,
In the sense that they were filled with emotion.
A bright blue with hints of purple.
You look into them and wonder,
What was going on behind those eyes?
Where did she come from?
Why is she so sad?
I want to speak to her,
Give her a hug and make her feel better.
I can't sadly,
For I am not there,
Nonexistent in that world.
I am just a small figment,
Who was forced into her world.
I am invisible to that beautiful girl.
All I can do is stare into those never ending eyes,
And I am frozen.
I can't move,
Can't speak,
Can't think,
I am trapped in her eyes.
Why can't I talk to her?
I want to become part of this world.
The world of gorgeous people,
With emotions and the ability to cry.
I want to be there for that lonely girl.

Invisibility Cloak

It was another average day at school. I walked through the front doors and it already became a world of hurt. Girls in a corner pointed and laughed, making the usual insults about the way I dress. Crowds smacked into me as if I were invisible, saying not a word of apology. I headed to the group I dare to call my "friends," sat down, and said hi. Their response was nothing different than any of the others they gave me, weird looks and a quick hello before they continued on with their own conversations. Most of the time I stay out of it and just listen, but that's only because every time I tried to put in some input, I was given more odd looks and they'd scamper away like cockroaches.

But as I said, it was just a normal day.

With school over, I headed home with a stack of homework that was so tall I couldn't lift my backpack, I had to drag it. Why do I procrastinate so much? The world may never know. At home I said hello to my mom, busily working away at the computer, also to my brother, who sat in front of the TV playing his video games. My sister was the only one that gave me a decent response, a five minute conversation. Yippe! It was time to work on my homework, crap. I came to a problem that I couldn't quite understand, English homework... So I asked my mom for help and she called me over to her desk. I came over next to her and she gets out maybe two words before she runs off to go do something. When she came back again I asked her for help, instead she talks to my sister then leaves again! The third time I asked she finally decides to help. With twenty minutes wasted, I get back to work.

My homework finished, I headed to my corner. I put on my headphones and listened to loud Japanese techno music and began drawing anime and pokemon. During that point of the day, I got to relax and not care about the fact that everyone ignored me on a daily basis or that I had no real friends. All that mattered was me, my art, and my music, and that was good enough for me.