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A Chance at Love: Chapter 1 Chapter 1
"Naruto you should be more careful." Tsunade, the school nurse, scolded. I sit in front of her, with a black eye and bruises all over. They were big, black, and painful. Tsunade frowned at me, checking to make sure that my ribs aren’t broken. I try to hide the winces from her every time she touches a tender spot. Tsunade knows about how my uncle, and legal guardian, beats me. I don’t want her to tell anyone. I deserve it, and I really-really don’t want to have to move in my senior year of high school. I’m going away to college next year. She just doesn’t like that I come into her office almost daily. She speaks sternly, but not harsh. I know how frustrated she gets about this. "Really Naruto, what happened this time?"
I look down as recall what happened the night before. I stare at the floor unseeing as the memory floods back.
I was done with my homework, although I really just bullshat most of the answers, and was currently
A Weird Reality 13I wake to a steady beeping and soft whispers. My ears twitch at the annoying sounds. When I open my eyes I'm practically blinded by light and hiss. This causes the whispering voices to turn to shouts. All voices I barely recognize.
"He's awake!" A female voice cried out.
"I saw him move!" A male voice states, sounding further away than the female one.
"I saw it too! Roxas! Roxas are you okay?" A male voice spoke, and I feel a hand on my shoulder, shaking. It made my head spin too much and I whimper.
"You three need to stop shouting and Hayner, stop shaking him. He's hurt pretty bad and that's not helping." A fourth voice seaks above the rest, one I don’t recognize. Hayner, the name she said, sounds familiar. Why though? I open my eyes and try not to stare into the white light. I idly wonder if I was dead. I have to be. I feel too comfortable. I have to be dead.? And why is the world beeping? As my vision seeps back slowly I notice the overly white walls, and the machines around m
My World Starts With You Chapter 1
Roxas wakes up slowly, his head pounding, and his eyes stinging from the light. He groggily sits up from lying on the cold ground. ‘Where am I?’ he thinks as he looks around with squinted eyes. He’s in the middle of a room, with no roof. He doesn’t seem to be in a house, more like a little closed off alleyway outside. The ground is yellow and the walls are made of stone. The wall that leads out is made of a chain-link fence, but it’s covered partially by a dark cloth, to make it a bit more private. He glances around again and notices a small sofa along the wall to the left of the chain-link fence, and a cooler on the one opposite the fence. It looks like someone has made their home here. Roxas stands up on shaky feet as he looks down at his hands and gasps. There is a weird red counter on his hand. It appears to be counting down. Roxas’ heart thumps out of beat at the sight of it. It’s unnatural, and not supposed to be there.
Into the DarknessSpiraling, Falling, Fading
Darkness envelops the light of the world
Crying, Fearing, Ignoring
I scramble dumbly in the defining nothing
Grabbing, Pulling, Squeezing
A hand grabs mine and pulls me in a set direction
Following, Worrying, Wondering
Where is this person taking me
Wondering, Spying, Hoping
A small prick of light pops up in the distance
Hoping, Hoping, Hoping
Passing the light, to glance at a red eyes demon leading the way
Fearing, Crying, Struggling
the demon wont let go
Looking, Gulping, Shaking
The demon cups my cheek
Thinking, Calming, Swooning
The darkness takes me
Axel's Madness Chapter 1
I lay in the very clean office ; on the mostly comfortable, stereotypical sofa of my psychiatrist. He sits in his large, comfortable office chair, just watching and waiting for me to talk. I have nothing to say though. I dont know why I let Demyx talk me into going to this stupid therapy session. I don't think it will do anything more than last time. and that time I had gone in for some mild depression I had gotten for being so stressed from school work. My old therapist wasn't very good, just wanted to give me meds, and have me pay, then leave. But Vexen, my therapist as of last week, is cold, thin, and very blond. I don't like him. He looks at me like I'm some experiment to toy with. He wants to put me back on the Anti-psychotic MEDs, but I'm not crazy. I just happen to have more than one soul. Two to be exact. Lea and Reno, and both are very different from me, and each other. Lea is really happy-go-lucky and naiive. Reno is a rugged, I'll-shoot-you-in-your-face-
The Heart's Teacher: Chapter 5Chapter 5
Bobby walks me to his car and helps me get in. I need to figure out how to pay for a funeral or, something. I need to figure out how to tell her school. Where had mom been when Kate had… When Katie was… “Alyssa, I’m going to make you eat something, because I know you won't otherwise. What will you tolerate me getting you?” Bobby knocks me out of my thoughts and I snap my head toward him.
“What? O-Okay.” I mumble and look out the window. He huffs and I look over at him, frowning at him. He stares at me, looking into my eyes. He seems worried again so I try to smile, but I can feel it didn’t do anything. He shakes his head at me and sighs.
“What do you want to eat Alyssa?” His voice is slow, like he’s spelling out the question for me. I guess I didn’t answer his question. I thought for a moment and tried to decipher the random emotions that my stomach head and heart were telling me. I couldn’
The Heart's Teacher Chapter 4Chapter 4
Her skin is pale, ghostly white, and she is covered in deep gashes, and bruises. Her body is twisted so bad that some of her bone is sticking out. Her body is almost twisted so that she’s laying on her back and side at the same time. Her hair is covered in blood and chunks of I don’t know what. Her face was the worst. Half of her cheek was gone and her nose was shifted to the right, broken. There is a tare in her skin where her nose is bent. There is a large gash in her head, so deep I can see broken bits of her skull. It terrifies me how she looked so young, and so much like Katie. My stomach twists in fear and the threat of throwing up. I can’t stand to look at her, yet, she looks so much like my baby sister.
Taking a step closer, I look harder at her face. I imagine that her nose was straight, and her cheek was there, and the cuts and bruises were gone. This girl would look exactly like Kate. My eyes travel to her ears and I see little
The heart's Teacher Ch 3Chapter 3
Bobby’s car stops and he gets out. A moment later he pulls me out of the car. “Alyssa? Are you okay?” He asks, looking at me. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to look him in the eye for fear of getting upset. I don’t want to lose my head. Bobby drags me away from the car and into the hospital. I still refuse to look up. I barely notice the people talking around me, the hustling nurses and doctors. I don’t notice the people staring at me because I was too busy to staring at the floor. “This is Alyssa Moore, we were told her sister has been omitted here?” Bobby’s voice sounds weird, and far away again. I don’t hear the next part of the sentence because that’s when I look up and see the answer in the nurse’s eyes.
“I’m sorry to inform you that your sister has died in a car crash coming home from school.” She speaks calmly. Yet my heart speeds up and I can’t feel my
The Heart's Teacher Ch. 2Chapter 2
I’m trying to get some homework done when I hear a loud knock at the door. I stop and sigh, looking up from my work. I stand and fix my old black T-shirt and sweat pants before walking to the door. My mother yells at me to “open the damn door”, even though she’s closer, and not doing anything but drinking on the sofa. That woman can’t be helpful even if her life depends on it. So I try to bite back my growl as I got to the door.
I swing the door open and rather rudely say “Can I help you?” My eyes fall upon a tall blond girl. My eyes gravitate toward her pink glittery shirt, with the words “Suck it” written over her chest. She has a cute face that I was expecting to see caked in tons of makeup like the other girls in school. I was, disturbingly, pleasantly surprised. Her eyes are lined with a thin layer of black liner that makes her eyes shine and stand out in a stunning, breathtaking kind of way. They are full of s
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
untitled.the dirt between
running, soles like
humming thunder whisper
hush, but these walls are made of
(i can't hear you).
chest burning, soaring-
past lives mumbling like
a burnt out radio,
you grace the ground with
and your bare feet
brush in the quiet
against the buzz of the earth
in a field of
The Ramblings of a Frozen SoulIt is cold
My fingertips are the most repulsive shade of blue
And my feet linger within the vile chambers of my stomach
Desperation led to this
Fueled by madness
I would be walking out of the cave...
...Had I had the limbs to carry me there
It is cold
Too cold to even scream
But you know...
I do still miss her
The girl who used to be the thing known as my love
Or at least I miss the part of her that was... "alive"
She's still with me
I talk to her frequently
I remember just recently I asked if she'd marry me
She's still thinking about it
Within the chamber that she is suspended in
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she can't see me
Sometimes I wonder if,
Even though her eyes are open,
She can't see through what's supposed to be a two-way window
Sometimes I think I'm talking through a one-way window
...I really hope I'm not.
Even though she's encased behind the ice
Even though I've lost all feeling
I still "feel" warm when I'm with her
Damn you northern winds
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
Over the RainbowWhip, Bam, Zip, Zum
Over the hill we go.
To get over the rainbow
Never stop running, jumping
It gets you that much closer
Taking you that much farther
To the top
Of the rainbow
Fast like lightning
Our feet thump,thump,thump
Loudly on the earth
Starting our mission
To get over the rainbow
Light as a feather
We jump to the sky
Our bodies weightless
As we travel through the air
To get over the rainbow
Almost there, we are, we are
Almost made it, made it
Echos our voices below
Almost able to touch it now
The beautiful colors of the rainbow
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green Blue, Purple
So bright and so vivid
That's all it took
For us to want to jump
Over the beautiful rainbow
Now we are falling, down, down to the earth
Nothing slowing us
The loud deafening "shhhhhhh!" in our ears
We grow closer to the ground
We touch the ground, unharmed.
We gaze at the beautiful phenomenon
The magic is clear
You just have to jump over the rainbow.
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