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All That I DeserveI want you to hurt me.
I need to bleed for what Ive done.
Hit me, punch me, kick me, call me names.
Whatd I do?
What could I have done to warrant this punishment?
The answer is simple.
I had forgotten.
My memories, the memories of a friend, are slipping.
Like tiny grains of sand through my fingertips.
So, hurt me, hit me, kick me, hate me.
Make me feel like I could die.
Please, please hurt me,
Because its all that I deserve.
Empty CycleEmpty Cycle
Jon! Dont leave me! she shouted again, desperation ringing out in every word. The girl in question had tears pouring down her cheeks and her right hand was reflexively clutching at the cloth on top of her heart. Her blue eyes were misty with tears and wide with fright. She had short brown hair that was in disarray. Her left hand was stretched out in front of her in a futile attempt to bring herself closer to the figure in front of her.
The boy that was walking away from her was tall and lanky. He had very short white-blonde hair that stuck up messily. He stared at her for a moment more, his hazel eyes boring right into hers and peering at her soul. He then- disgusted- turned away and resumed his walking away. With that her poor heart wrenched and she fell despondently to her knees.
The girl had a tough outer shell
DisguiseMy friends, I think, might be blind.
Though, who am I to judge Brinley?
She is the perfect disguise,
Just that friend.
The crazy fun one, the one that always is up for a laugh.
But, thats not me.
Im the sarcastic, wise-ass friend.
People are afraid of Tora.
But they hate Brinley.
I'm not nothing.Go away, youre not my friend,
Leave me alone, no one likes you,
Dont talk to me, I hate you,
Youre just so fun to hit,
God, youre so stupid,
Shut up, I hate you,
Youre such a bitch,
You fucking whore,
Get the fuck away, I hate you,
Youre so useless,
I hate you,
I am a living being.
I am a person with feelings.
I am a sensitive female.
I am not nothing.
FireI am fire.
I am the essence of a living flame.
I am raw emotion and power; unfocused and uncontrollable.
But all these feelings,
The hot emotions of love and hate
Are threatening to burn me alive.
Sunset Lake Chapter 13
Consciousness, as always, takes me awhile to achieve. I was slow and groggy waking up from a drug-induced stupor. I was angry, confused, and had an overall feeling of accomplishment. I knew, that I had done something worth waking up for. As I slowly awoke, I felt the sharp sensation of pain. My whole body ached like I had just gone through a meat grinder. Not like I would know what that feels like. But, still. What had happened?
I blinked my eyes open and saw Toby staring at me with a concerned expression; not something you would normally find on his face. He hugged me and, though I was happy with the attention, grunted in pain.
Sorry! he yelled, jumping back. He waved his hands around in an exaggerated manner. I smiled at him warmly and started rotat
Back to the Way We Were -ch 7-Back to the Way We Were
Tora looked at Ookami again, and pleaded for an answer. For the past half hour she had been constantly badgering her friend on what they were going to do now. Of course, they kept it all in Japanese, as to remain discreet.
she whined. It was almost comical to see this scarred, fearsome ninja whine like a small child.
< I know! > Ookami snapped, < I want to see them too! But, we cant! So well just have to stay here for a while and try to figure out whats going on! Okay? > she said more gently.
Tora crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Okay, she said begrudgingly. Well do it your way, she gave in.
Ookami smirked. What
Back to the Way We Were -ch 6-Back to the Way We Were
Brinley sat in silence on the hospital bed, fully entranced with counting the tiles on the ceiling directly above her bed. The only noises in the room were the relaxed beeping coming from the heart monitors on both her and Alex, Alexs soft breathing, and the muffled sobbing coming from outside the door as the two teens parents found out the girls conditions.
Due to some past and more recent head injuries, it seemed that they had significant memory loss and head trauma. There were hundreds of scars that looked like they came from intense battles. They both had some physical abnormalities, such as their hair color. Back when they were small children they both had dark brown hair, Brinleys only a few shades lighter. Now Brinley
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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