Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm SorryI'm Sorry.I'm really, truly SORRYA billion times won't work.Will it?Or WON"T it?I'm sorry.I"M SORRY!Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.I broke your heart?SORRY!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 sorry.I'm sorry!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
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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."Suuuure,"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 TwoTime 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
DrowningI reach up,But my hand grasps the nothingnessThat is around me.I cry out-So painful and sorrowful,But no, no one hears me,And ones who doWouldn't care even the slightest bit.Surrounded by the horror,As I am sucked in further,The life forced out of me,Like God's hand squeezing my soulFrom my body, and I gasp-And drown soundlessly,Forever lost...