The BeginingThe blood dreams
The beginning of the thirst
It seems I had been walking on a summer night when I saw them come. I remembered I had just finished swimming so I must have come from there first. It was maybe nine or ten at night.
I remember, my hair was still wet and it was cold, I remembered it was September. The clouds of the night sky were in retreat, it had just finished raining, the black pavement, still wet.
They grouped together in a section of three and jumped a person, a passerby, when they killed him and to my amazement, began to drink the blood from his skin.
I looked around me. No one else was around. Just me and them. It was a full moon and bats flew
I heard no sound of screaming like I expected, when I slowly passed by them. Nor did I shiver or get chilled as I saw the blood on their hands, and the limp pale body at their feet. No one would hear me if I screamed, but again, I didn’t feel fear.
I hoped they were full or too busy to notice someone like me. Could they s
The children of the Water Worldthe blood dreams, pt 2
We all sat down a beer, budlight , in our hands. It was at my house. There was tobi, Jakob/ trey, trevor, liz, kort / Adrian, tiffany , nick, jacob and myself. We laughed about something, I don’t know what. But I turned to gaze at Jacob and then to my trey/jakob. Jacobs were dark and uneasy. Jakob cast his, dark brown protective glance to me and I took another swig of the bitter and smooth drink I held in my hand. The room was small, and a counter was lined on two walls, the north wall and east wall. Jacob sat on the north one and on the east sat trevor and kort,kort/adrian was lean but muscular man with no hair and piercing eyes that were cold and hard as ice. he was different from us. His skin was normal like ours. Trevor sat in the inside.he was the twin of trey/jakob only less serious and more fun to be around. Next to trevor was the source of our light, a large lean over lamp. Below Jacob was tobi,
The Runthe night was cool,the breeze little to nothing. . the eerie noise of a child screaming at the top of h/er lungs in one mono high pitch rang in my ears. a shadow past by me. my hair raised as i neared the graveyard. my legs were prepped for the the run. my heart uppted it's pace and the pain in my foot raidiated but ignored it. it was my umpteenth time with out them but i could feel my throat clench and tears begin to weld in my eyes.
no. not now.
my right foot first and then my left followed after. i steadied my breathing and tried to relax as my legs powered my average body forward. i ran to the end of the dirt road and made a right turn. a small figure cloaked in shadows crossed my path and i stopped. they want fear. they feed off it. i took a deep breath and ran past the shadow and down to the lamppost at the corner. again a shadow showed it's self. i took off. my ankles burned and my left one was twisted. about four minutes i was already to the to the four way roads. i
My Best FriendOnce apon a time, not so long ago
I used to stand completely alone
It didn't matter, I had no friends,
So I thought it ment I wouldn't offend
But if something bad happened, something went wrong
I did it, it was me all along
So I embraced the pain, made it my friend
Because I knew no matter how hard I tried
I would never satisfy anyone's trends
In the end I figured pain would always be my friend
Because it was always there, no matter what
I know pain, I grew up with pain
Pain was always there for me
It was there when I watched my mother loose control,
There when father got cold
Pain was there when I slept on the streets
And there when I was rapped
Pain was there when I was alone
There when I cut my wrists
And watched as each new cut the sharp blade cut
Added to my puddle of crimson misery
Pain was there when I contemplated my suicide
Pain was there for every moment
"It will always be my fault"
Those five words, my last thoughts
Im a Barbie Girl ... Barbie mislead us girls to believe we would have the perfect world. perfect rednecked husband, perfect body, perfect house. perfect car. perfect this, perfect that, in otherwords- the perfect life.--- uh- haha screw dat.
that is so not how it works.
you have to work for it and you have to get hurt. thats how you learn. thats how you grow. did you know the strongest people out there are the ones who laugh the hardest, wear a genuine smile, and in their time have fought the hardests battles because they grew up and realized they didn't need to be like barbie to be happy. they decided they wern't going to live by false hopes and evil dolls like barbie tear them down. they decide they were going to show those false ass, perfect and degrading ideas whose boss by loving themselves no matter what size they were, by working with what they had and not trying to outdo their neighbours and friends. they love their life and are grateful for what t
The Nothingi don't care much about myself, when it comes to caring.
i could care less what i have or what i want. call it daring
all i want is for those around me
to trust me, believe in me
so what if i am the Nothing in their lives
at least that counts for something in their lies
i want to see the smile on their faces
and joy even in the worst scenario cases
but then the hate begins to get the better of me
i begin to deteriate as i listen to every thought
i fall to the ground, and i stay still as i lay
thoughts trickle in my head,
who am i, what am i? is this what i am to be? is this the person they see?
i dont try anymore, to please those around me,
it doesnt make sense, when all they see, is a Nothing
they see a person with bold scars that from when i was in my solace, i did design
they see that im annoying, and worthless, that i cant be anything worth their precious time
but what would they know, of pain, of loneliness?
what would they know about being the Nothing ca