He had to get away. They wouldn't leave him alone! He felt trapped. Walls of the alley seemed to push in at him. His hear was creating a thumping of a canary desperately trying to get out of its cage. The huge walls blocked the noonday sun, creating a cool, twilight environment. Puddles formed in the depressions of the old asphalt. Piles of rotting trash lined the walls, and some brave pieces had skittered in the middle of the alley. Rats huddled together in the heaps of trash; their homes moldy, wet cardboard boxes.
His lungs burned. The teenager turned the corner, and was met with two things, a fountain from a nearby house surrounded by a
Legend of Pandora - Prologue by HeyyItsJayy, literature
Literature
Legend of Pandora - Prologue
The woman's face curled into a sneer, revealing her canine fangs. She could smell it, the scent of fear mingling with that of her prey. She would take her time; there was no hiding from a demon her power. Her eyes shone dark maroon in the fading twilight. Her hair ran down like a waterfall of darkness to the small of her back. Her shirt covered only her chest, revealing her muscular arms and body. Short leader shorts and knee-length leather boots covered her calves. From the tops of her boots, handles of sheathed, unknown weapons glinted malignantly in the light.
The demoness turned in an alley, the smell of fear and magic was strong. As she
The warm summer's day's hea
t is broken by the cool bree
ze flitting around my face. Gul
ls above scream. The wa
ter below me is a blue-green mir-
ror, reflecting myself back at me. Stee
ling myself, I jump into the cold, shal-
low waters. Two black skis go af-
ter me, like eels sliding through the wa
ter. I fit them on and balance my
self in the water, the skis be
coming two black mountains, show
ing me the boat ahead. The ro
pe slowly slinks between my skis, li
ke a rainbow-colored anda-
conda. I grab the black han
dle as it passes me. The word "Ready," bur
sts from my mouth after being dragg
ed for a long enough time. I b
What happens when me make our cats glow red,
Or steal the life of something or someone?
Oh, really? Are these things that have been said,
Are these possible under our sun?
Oh what scientists have done in the lab,
Or what people have done in the streets dark.
Reducing people and things into a slab,
Not to be mourned over by a lark.
And all we can think is the question
That asks "What could possibly e'r go wrong?"
And they always fail to give the mention,
For some, it will be the final song.
Maybe, someday, we will understand,
To stop before the final stand.
Be strong little bird,
Do not stop trying!
It may be hard now,
But soon you will be flying.
All it takes is one small step,
One leap of faith to get you going.
It takes one small step,
To lift the band around your wings.
Find the courage within your soul,
Within your being.
The band of fire must be gone,
Before it burns you too much and you can't fly.
Take courage little bird,
Look with new eyes,
Now that the band is gone forever.
It will never hurt you again.
Step onto the edge of your nest,
And prepare to fly!
Jump little bird,
Take that small leap of faith.
Your wings and your friends will catch you.
If your friends do
To those who hate me,
To those who throw me down,
And not let me get back up again,
Listen here.
And listen good.
'Cause I'll say it once,
And you'd better listen,
So listen good.
For those who hate,
Get over it.
Why should someone suffer because you're too think to see?
To see that they are just like you,
But they're different all the same.
They're a person just like you,
With hopes and dreams and fears and feelings.
Just,
Like,
You.
To those who throw people down,
And not let them back up again,
You'd better know this.
Someday that'll be YOU.
You may think that they won't get back up,
But you're toughening them up.
A
As I sit here in class,
My pencil writing out my notes,
The teacher lecturing,
But I don't know on what.
I am not listening,
My body may be there,
But my mind isn't.
I am in another land,
One where the hero is the villain,
And the villain, the hero.
The grass is blue,
The sky is red,
Where there are two suns,
And four moons.
Stars burn pink,
And clouds are black.
The jungles are purple,
The leaves are brown.
Animals look like aliens from Space.
They have eyes like jello,
Or too many legs.
Some are furry,
Some are not.
Some have wings,
And some can swim.
What kind of place is this?
Well,
It's my place,
Created by my
He had to get away. They wouldn't leave him alone! He felt trapped. Walls of the alley seemed to push in at him. His hear was creating a thumping of a canary desperately trying to get out of its cage. The huge walls blocked the noonday sun, creating a cool, twilight environment. Puddles formed in the depressions of the old asphalt. Piles of rotting trash lined the walls, and some brave pieces had skittered in the middle of the alley. Rats huddled together in the heaps of trash; their homes moldy, wet cardboard boxes.
His lungs burned. The teenager turned the corner, and was met with two things, a fountain from a nearby house surrounded by a
Legend of Pandora - Prologue by HeyyItsJayy, literature
Literature
Legend of Pandora - Prologue
The woman's face curled into a sneer, revealing her canine fangs. She could smell it, the scent of fear mingling with that of her prey. She would take her time; there was no hiding from a demon her power. Her eyes shone dark maroon in the fading twilight. Her hair ran down like a waterfall of darkness to the small of her back. Her shirt covered only her chest, revealing her muscular arms and body. Short leader shorts and knee-length leather boots covered her calves. From the tops of her boots, handles of sheathed, unknown weapons glinted malignantly in the light.
The demoness turned in an alley, the smell of fear and magic was strong. As she
The warm summer's day's hea
t is broken by the cool bree
ze flitting around my face. Gul
ls above scream. The wa
ter below me is a blue-green mir-
ror, reflecting myself back at me. Stee
ling myself, I jump into the cold, shal-
low waters. Two black skis go af-
ter me, like eels sliding through the wa
ter. I fit them on and balance my
self in the water, the skis be
coming two black mountains, show
ing me the boat ahead. The ro
pe slowly slinks between my skis, li
ke a rainbow-colored anda-
conda. I grab the black han
dle as it passes me. The word "Ready," bur
sts from my mouth after being dragg
ed for a long enough time. I b
What happens when me make our cats glow red,
Or steal the life of something or someone?
Oh, really? Are these things that have been said,
Are these possible under our sun?
Oh what scientists have done in the lab,
Or what people have done in the streets dark.
Reducing people and things into a slab,
Not to be mourned over by a lark.
And all we can think is the question
That asks "What could possibly e'r go wrong?"
And they always fail to give the mention,
For some, it will be the final song.
Maybe, someday, we will understand,
To stop before the final stand.
Be strong little bird,
Do not stop trying!
It may be hard now,
But soon you will be flying.
All it takes is one small step,
One leap of faith to get you going.
It takes one small step,
To lift the band around your wings.
Find the courage within your soul,
Within your being.
The band of fire must be gone,
Before it burns you too much and you can't fly.
Take courage little bird,
Look with new eyes,
Now that the band is gone forever.
It will never hurt you again.
Step onto the edge of your nest,
And prepare to fly!
Jump little bird,
Take that small leap of faith.
Your wings and your friends will catch you.
If your friends do
To those who hate me,
To those who throw me down,
And not let me get back up again,
Listen here.
And listen good.
'Cause I'll say it once,
And you'd better listen,
So listen good.
For those who hate,
Get over it.
Why should someone suffer because you're too think to see?
To see that they are just like you,
But they're different all the same.
They're a person just like you,
With hopes and dreams and fears and feelings.
Just,
Like,
You.
To those who throw people down,
And not let them back up again,
You'd better know this.
Someday that'll be YOU.
You may think that they won't get back up,
But you're toughening them up.
A
I
I decided to sit and write today
To say the things I was afraid of
To find the words within myself
To look as deeply as I could
And this is what I've found
I am terrified to cry
Because it washes away the best of me
I am scared to lose myself
Because I have become my only shelter
I hold my scars as close as I can
Because they remind me of my past
I keep my heart at arm's length
Because my sleeve is already red
I turn my eyes from the dimmest light
Because the truth of what I am will blind me
I guess I should have seen this coming. I mean, he always drank a lot. We just figured it would never happen. He drove drunk all the time. I mean, all the time. He'd get caught, yeah, but his dad was the mayor so it was always covered up. But there was no hiding it now. There was no denying that it happened. And she was there too. Oh man, she was my best friend. She was the only one who could control him I guess. She didn't drink, she used LSD. Oh man, this is big. This is big. There is no denying that they had issues now. Not when he's now without a head. Without a head and bloodied from going through the windshield. It was
The words 'good' and 'bye'
Cling to my tongue
So I stay silent
Afraid I will set them free
Approval is all around me
Of us, of him, of me
Questions fly
And hidden in each answer are
The words 'good' and 'bye'
There was no wrong doing
On his part
I have failed him
Or has he failed me?
He told me he would teach me
To love...again
Therein lies the problem
I have never loved
Never felt the warmth of love's touch
Or the keen sting of it's wrath
The words 'good' and 'bye'
No longer apply or never did
Because I was not here
In that sense
I hold on
Clinging to our first memories
Hoping things change
For the better
It coul
Martyr and the Marionette by andtheworldsaid, literature
Literature
Martyr and the Marionette
-I would die for you
The sorrow showed plainly on her face.
-He gave me a choice, it was either or
She didn't want to leave him but she had no other options
-You said you would die for me, now I want you to live for me
He loved her and could not bear to see her broken...Again
-Now go
She had just started truly living, he would not take that away from her
She turned and walked away, her head held high. Those who had known her growing up barely recognized he
Just your regular glitter-ific gay guy from teh luffly lands of Michigan. It's fun up here.... not. I dislike experiencing all four seasons in a week. I AM SERIOUS.
Current Residence: Loyal Oz Favourite genre of music: Pop Favourite style of art: Freestyle Operating System: IE MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Pikachu Personal Quote: 'I threw it on the ground!'
I haven't written a journal in far too long. Nor have I done anything in far too long... which is quite sad. I blame junior year. That bitch.
Anyway, I have three different stories that I've started, but I only want to really do one of them. Soo... I'm hoping to get them all typed up and prettyful by this Saturday. Give me feedback, kay? <3
If that offends you... TOO BAD. Being politically correct isn't one of my qualities.
Anywho, so for Christmas I got a fantastical present. The Wacomb Bamboo tablet! It's the CTH460 model, and I'm in love with it. So I finally have something to post, even if it's not poetry. DRAWINGS ARE SOMETHING <3
So expect early trials to be posted. Shyea. I think that's it...
Sooooo... life became busy again. HUZZAH! But not really x___X
Because of this, I've been really bad at getting anything done. I thought I could get the story I was working on going somewhere, but I just can't do it. I'm sorry I failed you all DDD:
I'm hoping to get some stuff done this month though. December in Michigan equals pretty snow and Christmas! Meaning, hopefully all the stuff I love will get my creative spirit going again. It also helps that in my English class we're starting to write stuff, and the first semester at my school is almost over. Meaning that next semester I get Creative Writing as an English elective. WOOO :D I'll h
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