Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm Sorry
I'm really, truly SORRY
A billion times won't work.
Or WON"T it?
Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.
A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.
I broke your heart?
I'll fix it up again?
I'm really good with stitches.
Will you still be my friend?
I ruined your life?
Oh no, Sorry!
Will this washing machine work?
This bleach removes the stains...
It takes away the quirks!
A million time, I know. But I mean what I say.
I'm really, truly SORRY!
Am I hard to forgive?
You don't want to hear my sorry?
I completely understand.
But you don't.
That was rude? I'm not sorry.
It was the the truth. Indeed. Did you hear what I said?
I'm sorry, let me tell you what I meant instead.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really truly sorry.
All the times I apologized, all the times I admitted my lies: sorry.
All the times I wanted to say: I love you, please. WIll you stay?: I'm sorry.
I hurt your feelings, I stomped on your heart. But all I
Things I LOVE:
Being a Couch Panda
Racist People--BIG NONO!!!please please please don't take offense to this if you're white... please? i dont wanna be mean, but...
Listen to this!
A white man said,
'Colored people are not allowed here.'
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"Listen sir... When I was born, I was BLACK.
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I go in the sun, I'm BLACK,
When I'm cold, I'm BLACK.
But you sir.
When you are born you are PINK,
When you grow up, you're WHITE,
When you're sick you're GREEN,
When you go in the sun you turn RED,
When you're cold, you turn BLUE.
And you have the nerve to call ME colored?'
Become one with the Trees - Chapter 3Mr. Delphis finally looked up from his papers and glared at us, the RCH. Rebels of Cambery High.
"Quiet down! This is detention, not social hour." He hissed, then looked back down at his papers.
Zephyr was still leaning on my desk, waiting for me to respond to what he had said.
No he didn't Everleigh. This guy is real.
"Everleigh..?" Zephyr said, waving a hand in front my face.
"He is not real... There's no such thing as monsters." I said, snatching my sketch book back and gazing at the picture I drew.
"If he is so 'real', then what's his name?" I quizzed. I didn't have one yet, all that came to mind was 'The Suited Octopus'. That doesn't work at all.
"Slender Man." Zephyr said simply, his tone quirking higher when he said "Slender".
I cackled at the original name and jotted it down.
Zephyr looked at me with piercing green eyes and ran his tongue over the snake bite that pierced his lip.
"You just watch." Then he put his ear buds back in, and headed to where he was originall
A Slender Man story - Chapter TwoBecome One with the Trees - Chapter Two
Time to Meet Your Maker
"Mr. Ambrose, you do realize how uncalled for and disruptive your actions were, do you?"
I stood outside the Principal's office, eavesdropping on the conversation. I peeked through the small crack in the door. Zephyr sat in one of the blue plush office chairs, slouched and evidently pissed off. He balled his hands into fists, preventing blood circulation and turning them white.
"You don't understand," He growled. "That bastard did it all." He insisted. His accent caught on the word 'bastard' and I couldn't help but smile. He flexed and unflexed his hands, patiently waiting for the principal's response.
"Well, Mr. Ambrose, if you could tell me what he did, maybe I would have a better chance of understanding." Principal Delphis said, taking a sip of coffee. Zephyr slouched deeper into the chair.
"He killed him, for Pete's Sake! The bloke killed Emrys!"
Mr. Delphis's forehead wrinkled and he folded his hands together, leaning
Dungeon Angel - Total Recall..."So you'll stay in here," Jensen said, opening the windows to let in the now cool evening air. I surveyed the room, and wondered how long Jensen had been expecting me to come here. To have a room already prepared for me...
I sat on the comfortable bed, and looked at Jensen, who was leaning patiently in the doorway.
"Nice place," I commented. Jensen turned around and gave me a thumbs up, then heading down the hallway.
"Just make yourself at home for the time being," I heard him call. Before he had left, I caught another glimpse of the scars. It looked like something had been in his back, and it was surgically removed. It would be rude to ask, so I kept my observations a secret.
A sense in the back of my head told me that we were related in some magical bonding way. Like we met each other before. But my mind refused to open up, and stayed befuddled. I just couldn't figure it out!
I rubbed my tired eyes, and then reached into my backpack to pull out my pajamas. Before pulling on my top, I
Just Let Me DieLet me die with dignity
It's the least that you could do
I dug this grave for me
But you can lay here too
And, no, it's not your fault
You don't have to say goodbye
This blood is on my hands
So don't you even try
I can't get a fresh breath
Your words hanging in the air
As still as certain death
But they're getting us nowhere
And you'll cry your last tear
As we lie here in waiting
Just to be forgotten
Our memory fading
Our lips press together
In one final kiss
Our one final effort
To re-right our sins
And it's here we'll die together
Just broken memories
We don't have to wait forever
To hear the angels sing
But still I beg of you
Let me die with dignity
It's the least that you could do
Unless you want to die with me...