Lost in Thought-Gilbert and Zehar Darzi

G: I feel lost, like I’m in some sort of cave with no opening. I asked Zehar, but she didn’t know either. That is, where we are. We’ve lost our memories; that’s easy enough. We’re probably in some sort of dungeon or somethin’. We’ve been in here for what? 3 years?

Z: Little over two actually.

G: Yeah, we’ve been keeping track of all the days. We can’t see if it’s night or day, but Zehar found out somethin after a while.

Z: During night time, the atmosphere changes. It gets more… floofy kinda dreamy, you know? It feels like you’re in a dream, but well, not. That’s what it’s like at night. So we just count all the floofy moments.

G: Yeah! Though it may be inaccurate since we have no memory of anything before being in this dark dungeon cave. So who knows, could be longer, shorter. We have no idea! We have no way of telling. The reason we’ve been counting the days is because we have nothing better to do.

Z: Yeah… It’s really dark and boring.

G: Soooo boring. We can’t even sleep. Not that there’s a bed in here anyways. Sleep is boring too, so I don’t care too much.

Z: Hey Gil, who are we talking to anyways? It’s empty in here.

G: Don’t you feel it? Someone is listening to us. Might as well talk to them.

Z: Oh yeah, I feel it now too. I wonder who they are? Do they know us?

G: Let’s introduce ourselves just in case. My name is Gilbert Darzi. I’m twe--- fourteen now, I think. I have deep blue hair and light brown eyes. This is my Twin, Zehar Darzi.

Z: I have light blue hair and golden eyes. We’re from India. We like to… Gil, what do we like to do? It seems to be anything that entertains us at the time.

G: Yeah, we like things that are supposedly exciting, we find them fairly boring though.

Z: We tried cliff jumping once. It ended up being real boring.

G: Our favorite is rollercoasters, I think. At least for me, and we usually share the same interests

Z: Yeah, I really liked the rollercoasters too. Especially ones that go fast, throw you around, and go in loopdiloops. We also tried haunted houses; that was horrible!

G: Yeah! I’d much rather be the one scaring.

Z: Hey! Gil! We just remembered things before the cave.

G: Oh yeah! Hm, are these really our memories? Or were they fed to us. This is the first time someone listened to us in here, the first we remembered things.

Z: It does seem if-y. I feel they are real… but not real. Like we did those things, just not in real life. You understand?

G: Nnn… I understand, I think. Hey, what about me?

Z: Hm… actually, you have a similar feeling. Real, but not real. Me too.

G: Really?! Well okay then. What about the person listening?

Z: That person has the same feeling too. Are we dreaming or something? If we are, this is a really, really long dream.

G: Who knows, we’re stuck in here, that’s the problem. A really big problem. Hey! Zehar.

Z: What?

G: Can we die? I don’t think we can. Right?

Z: Yeah, I don’t think we can die either

G: When we get out, can we jump into a volcano? I want to see what it feels like to be consumed by all that burning hot magma, sounds exciting right?

Z: Sure, let’s do that.

Lost in Thought-Emil Harmaajavi

How useless, so very useless! I can’t get out… Why am I trapped in here? Locked in a cell of all things. I must be bad, so very bad. I’m a horrid monster to have been locked up so long. What did I do? Everything, my very existence causes pain to others. I only make others sad, I cause them trouble. No wonder I was locked in here. Why don’t they just kill me instead? No, that’d be too easy, they must punish me. Death would reward me, release me from my burden. I don’t want to be talking right now, but it’s quiet… so quiet, too quiet. The people who locked me in here they don’t feed me, are they starving me? Why am I not hungry then? It doesn’t matter… I just wish they’d let me die. It’s so dark in here, or at least I think so, my long bangs cover my eyes, basically cover my nose too. My hair is black right? Yeah I think so. It’s wavy and black. Were my bangs always this long? I don’t think my hair has grown any. So why did I grow my bangs so long? Did I not want to see, or was I hiding something? My eyes… what colour were they? Why can’t I remember…? My memory is faded… I’ve been in here for what… four… five years? I wouldn’t forget so much in that amount of time, especially something like eye colour. At least I remember my name, my horrid name. Everything about me is horrid. I don’t want to exist. Everyone hates me anyways, they should hate me, of course they hate me, I’m horrid. I remembered something. I used to get in trouble a lot, but I didn’t do anything… What am I saying, I must’ve done something bad, I’m bad. I’m glad I’m locked up, at least I’m not being hurt, or hurting others. I do nothing all day, wasting away my sorrowful existence… that’s how it should be. I wish they would’ve given me a pen and paper, something to draw or write on; mainly draw. I really enjoy drawing. I like writing poetry too though. They’re great ways to show emotion in other ways than your face or words, vocal words that is. I feel drained, numb. Like, the stages of depression: sad -> depression -> numb. It’s when you’re so depressed you just can’t feel anything anymore. That’s how I feel. I don’t know why. Is it because I’ve been locked up? Or was it before that…? I don’t know. It sorta feels like someone hooked a machine to me that drained all my energy and emotion. I wish someone would give it back. No. I probably feel like this for good reason. I should stay like this. If anyone can hear me, don’t feel sorry for me, I don’t deserve it. Forget about me, and if you already have, good. I’m not worth remembering anyways. Just continue living your happy lives without me, okay? Stay smiling, if you’re sad, please be happy. If you are happy, try to make others happy, since I only make people sad.

Lost in Thought-Daniel Terje

I’ve lived in a locked room for now… I don’t even know how long it’s been. I’ve given up on counting the days. I’m sure it’s been at least a few years. I don’t remember why I was put in here. I know it must’ve been for a good reason if I’ve been locked up for so long. It’s so dark. I can’t even see my hand in front of my face. I’ve forgotten what I look like. How tall am I? How long is my hair now? I haven’t eaten all this time, I wonder why I’m not hungry. I’m not tired either, how strange. I’m in this cell but I’m not chained or anything, but there is nothing to do in here, they many as well have chained me. All I do is sit around doing nothing. This really is no fun, I just want to enjoy myself, which is impossible in here. I tried to get out for the first few days or so, maybe weeks. There’s no way out. I wonder what I did wrong. I wonder where I am! Who put me in here in the first place? Feeling over my entire body, I learn, or remember, that I’m very thin, I have tall boots, cargo shorts, a long coat, but my shoulders are exposed. My hair on one side foes to about my shoulder and there’s a long braid. The other side is longer, my under arm or chest I’d say. My bangs are pretty long, I wonder if I could see even if it was light in here. I’m wearing glasses too. My skin is really soft. From what I remember, my eyes are green and my hair is white. Why is my hair white again? Am I an old man?! No, no I couldn’t be. I was 20 last I remember… so there’s no way I could be an old man. Maybe I’m just albino; yeah I’ll go with that. I want to get out of here. I want to actually see myself. I want to see other people. These words, they are my thoughts; I’m saying them out loud, really loud. I feel better when I talk aloud. I wonder if anyone can hear me. Can you hear me? …no? Yeah I didn’t think so. I’m all alone. I’m often talking, hearing my voice, hearing a voice in general, is the only thing that keeps me tied to reality. Is this reality? Or is this some painful dream? If this is a dream, I want to wake up I want to wake up now! I wish someone would listen to me right now. Maybe… it’s strange but, what if someone was listening but had no way to respond back. If that’s the case, hello. I wonder if they know who I am… probably not. I bet the person who locked me in here forgot about me as well. I’ve forgotten a lot. I vet someone wiped my memory or something. For some reason that doesn’t sound unreasonable. I don’t remember anything other than the fact my name is Daniel Rune Terje and I’m from Norway. I remember that I was 20 when I was locked away, and someone put me here. I don’t know anything else. If someone else remembered me and helped remind me who I am, then maybe I’d remember why I was locked in here and why I can’t get out. Will someone please tell me who I am?

The Recipe for a Broken Heart

1 perfectly good heart
3 cups of pain
2 cups of sorrow
1 gallon of tears

2 pounds of false promises
1 cup of broken trust
1 quart of lies
3 pints of missed opportunities

Place Heart in large bucket filled with tears. Soak for 2 hours then poor in the 2 cups of sorrow. Chop of the missed opportunities and false promises and throw them into the mix. Add in the quart of lies and bring mixture to a boil. Slowly stir in the pain. Pull out the heart and cover it in the broken trust. Serve with a frown, your dish is complete.

A poem by Kyo Konoyashi

My heart is empty

Alone and broken

Nothing fill my need for love

My tears fall into a stream of lies

I am the wrong in this world

A burden to all that is right

Nothing brings back the truth

I'm torn inside and dead at heart

No one can save me

I'm a lost soul

Don't come near me

I'll only bring you pain

Just like everyone else

 

Please forgive me

I have everything to be sorry for

Put away your doubts

Don't let me get you down

Everyone is better without me

Without this mistake

I need to leave this world

I don't belong

Now I only cry

Nothing cares for my existence

Goodbye

Looking For The Light

Dark, why is the world always cold and dark. It is so hard to find a light in this world. I have not yet found a light, only empty bodies surrounded in darkness. This darkness, it consumes all the light that exists. If someone is around a person with this dark, they become cold and dark too. That is why I must be careful on my search for light. I am light, so the darkness waits to devour me. I must be careful. I can feel the dark trying to creep into my heart, it hurts. I must be careful, I must find the light. There has to be at least one other person with the light. Or has this world really gone dark? No, maybe that other light is searching for more light like me. I hope that is the case. I want to be with light and help change the world. I want to find the one just for me. I wonder where that person is. A person would think that a glimpse of light would stand out against all this darkness, but no, it blends in, I blend in. No one can see my light, no one except for the darkness within everyone. They look and laugh, they despise my light.


On my journey for light, I dodge the hurt that people throw at me. I protect my light, for it is what make me me. I do not want to become like one of them, one of the dark. Where is this person, the one just for me, the one of light? I wonder if that person knows I am searching? I hope that is the case. The darkness doesn't what me to find that person, they keep me away. They are the ones that make me blend in, so I cannot be found. The dark knows I want to be found, that is why they hide me. Some act like the light, pretend to be the one just for me. They fill me with joy, but then the dark within them crushes it. They use my light against me. So many times I have thought I had found the one just for me, but it was just dark in disguise. I am scared now, in my search for the light. What if it's only darkness again? I don't want to try again. What if it really is the light and I miss out of the one just for me? I must keep trying, but I must be careful. Protect my light. My light is slowly fading from all the false light being thrown at me. I don't know what to do anymore. Do I search for the one just for me? Or do I hide away...?


Hello? Yes? Who is there? It is you. What do you mean? I am you, you are me. We are the same. Oh? Why are you here? I am here to help you. Help you on your search for the light. Really? You'll help me? Well I am you after all. Thank you. I need it, the dark has been hurting me so much, I don't know what to do... It'll be okay, I will help you find the one just for you, we shall be happy. Happy? Yes, that is what you are looking for isn't it? A world of happiness? Yes, a world where everyone is happy, that is what I want. Then you need to find the one just for you. I have tried, but the darkness pretends to be the light, so I do not know. That is why I am here. I will help you know the difference. How? I am well known by the darkness, we used to be of the dark, or at least I have. I don't understand. If we are the same, how could you be of the dark and not me? We are of one body, but not of one mind. Is that why I felt darkness within me back then? Yes, don't you still feel it now? It is too hard for me to feel the difference between light and dark now... You poor child, I will help you remember. Now, let us continue our journey, our journey for the light.


To be continued...

The Secret Life of Seth Nightshade...

Raveyn finally fell asleep, that boy needs to sleep more. I appreciate him staying up for me, but he's going to get ill if he keeps this up. It's 4:00 in the morning and he has to get up at 7:00. I ought to punish him for this...
I get out of bed and climb out of his bedroom window, pulling out my favorite pair of scissors. "Who will be the unfortunate fellow tonight?" I run and run as fast as I can, becoming a blur in the night. I let my laugh echo through the cold air and into the hearts of people around. I hear the sound of children, up and awake in their rooms, thinking no one will find out. I sneak up a tree near the window and climb through. The children scream, giving me pleasure. "You want to play with me?" I spin the scissors around my finger, inching closer to them. They try running through the door, but I quickly close it. "Don't go, we haven't played a game yet." I hear their parents rushing to the room from the other side.
"Isabelle! Timothy! What's wrong? What's going on in there?! The door won't open!!"
"Oops, I guess I locked the door. Hehehe." I grab the boy, supposedly Timothy, by the arm and toss him to the ground. I throw my scissors at him and they land directly in his squinted eye. He tosses and turns, screaming, everyone was screaming. Laughing, I walk up to Timothy and slowly pull out the scissors. "Oh look at this, you got my favorites dirty. You'll pay for that." I stab down the scissors into his other eye.
"I called the police!" I hear the mother yell.
"Woopdidoo!" I pull out the scissors again and quickly throw the scissors at the girl, Isabelle, landing them in her right eye. She falls to the ground, blood pouring from her eye like her brother. She covers her eyes, trying to take out the scissors. I run over to Isabelle and rip the scissors from her. I crouch down and whisper into her ear. "I'll leave your other eye, just for you to remember me by." I then get up, and place the scissors in my mouth. I run to the window just as I hear sirens. I jump out and land in the tree.
"Who's there?" A policeman yells up at the tree.
"Who else!!!" I jump from the tree and land promptly on the ground and run. I run and run and run, laughing loudly. I hear them chasing after me, hear them threatening to shoot me. Nothing I haven't heard before. I run faster, dodging bullets and crude words. They never see my face, nothing but a dark figure running in the night, and my unforgettable laugh.




Oh Seth, what are we going to do with you...

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

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 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.

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.

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.

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
negative
                                 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
                                                                                                      luxury
         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.

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

 

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

 

 

II

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

 

III

 

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

 

IV

 

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

 

V

 

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?