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I Am AloneOne day I woke up and found myself facing a feeling,I Am Alone by Tris96
A feeling that I have become all too familiar with.
I am alone.
The few friends that I had have moved on,
Either they have forgotten me,
Or they truly saw who I really was and ran.
I am alone.
I know this feeling.
I have grown used to it.
With only my own thoughts for company.
And yet one day,
I will meet someone else.
We’ll be friends,
Or maybe something more.
I will keep my shield up,
Expecting the pain.
The pain of being left behind.
The pain of being forgotten.
The pain of being unloved.
I will try to lower that shield.
Try to trust.
Because I hope.
I hope that one day I won’t be alone.
My MommyMy mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seenMy Mommy by SuperComicNerd
she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile
My mommy wears her favorite colors
and she lets me wear the pinkest dresses
I did her makeup once and we were models for a day
she tells me bedtime stories about the lady who losses her slipper
or the girl who falls in love with a frog
When I see mommy on the weekends
she gives me the biggest hugs and yucky kisses
mommy asks me about my week
but I thought she already knows
because I heard mommy's are always around
Sometimes when she's not with me
I can hear her in the other room crying
telling herself why did it happened to her
when I ask daddy, he says she was ill when I was a baby
and couldn't take care of me
One time I asked him if he loved mommy like I do
daddy said yes but he wouldn't give the biggest hugs
like she does
My mommy is the best mommy in the world
I will ask daddy for a mothers day present
for chocolates, but not the dark ones
they're not nice
like the people wh
Red String Of FateRed string of fate,Red String Of Fate by BrokenAisling
Red as blood,
Who am I tied to?
Does this string lead to you?
You tie my future
To my fated one
You wrote my past
Red string of fate.
Together we are complete
Without you my tears fall
Red as blood.
What is my destiny?
Where does it lead?
Who is my fated one?
Who am I tied to?
I think this is love I feel for you
But this string is so tangled
And the world is so painful
Does this string lead to you?
I Love You..I try and I tryI Love You.. by BrokenAisling
to write something for you
to describe my love for you
but every time I try
words fail me
For the first time
I can't express my emotions
with a poem
as I always do.
the words 'I love you'
can't express how I truly feel for you
but for now
they're the closest thing I have.
The Quiet RageThe sun bore down from above. Burning through clothing straight to my skin and bones. The exposed skin of my neck prickled uncomfortably from the heat and sweat beaded against my hairline. The palm of my hand was past being damp to being downright drenched, causing the paint handgun in my hand to be slippery. I squeezed my fingers tighter so that my knuckles were white.The Quiet Rage by Tris96
We stood in the middle of a cleared desert. Me and my team that I had been sorted into. Including me, there was seven of us. The leader was my high school boyfriend, Yako Okamoto. Despite the fact that I shared his bed, I was all the way in the back next to Michael, the lowest on the totem pole. Alex, a young boy who was still in high school, stood at Yako’s side as his second in command.
Facing opposite of us was the other team that we were tied with. And coincidentally was led by the other two, older Okamoto
The Weight of a Four Letter WordHer heart was pounding. Fear trickled down her spine and cramped in her belly. Her skin was hot, yet she was shivering. It was hard to breathe. She wanted to run. She wanted to stay. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to smile. She didn’t know what to do. She was afraid, yet oh, so happy.The Weight of a Four Letter Word by Tris96
She just might…
Just could be…
A small chance that…
She was falling…
Falling in love.
A shiver. A cramp. A flush. She was so utterly terrified of this weird feeling inside of her. Yet she couldn’t ignore the elation. It was two such contrasting emotions that it felt as though her insides were currently experiencing World War III. Her hands balled into fists at her sides and she closed her eyes. Then suddenly, her knees gave
We Are Not HeroesMy entire body pulses in agony. My muscles quiver and cramp from over exertion, my skin burns and throbs with the blossoming of bruises. My clothes are shredded. Blood and sweat drips off of my skin. Hopelessness leaks from my pores. We won today, and yet we didn’t. I’m missing the glove that was on my right hand.We Are Not Heroes by Tris96
I look behind me to observe the scene that is sprawled along the street. Blood coats the asphalt, turning it into a murky, almost black, grey with a shine of red. There are bodies – some broken, some simply cut up – strewn along. I kneel down and pick up a white, phantom styled mask that is splattered with blood. I hold it between my hands, my fingers shaking. It makes the mask look blurry, which fits. There was a fine, blurry line between what was right and what was wrong. Too blurry for us to see. And we crossed it.
A sob startles me from my silen
Damsel.Damsel. by SuperComicNerd
'Ms Jones!' A voice called from the distance, 'Ms Jones..., a pleasure to meet you, name’s George...George Smith' he panted running towards her. When George managed to reach the woman, she stood with her legs tight together and her arms behind her back, her hazelnut hair was tied in a messy bun and wore a knee length silky pink dress,
'Pleased to meet you Officer Smith' she happily said.
'I see you’re a new face to Boston?'
'Yes Ma'am, straight up from Virginia, first day on the job,'
'This crime scene is all quite exciting really, a lady's corpse in the middle of the street, the gal must have been sick to the bone with life'.
What makes you think that? Said Jones, not giving a single glace to George.
'Well, the body is very close to her family owned theater and the possibilities are endless, stress, money issues, Family issues-'
'Women issues, I say!' a voice called from the distance
'Detective Wilson! H
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