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?'
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
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
Dungeon Angel - Chapter OneI sat by the window, listening to the rain patter on the glass. I irritably drummed my fingers against the pane and held my chin in my palm. When would she return? It's been all week. She promised to be back after a few days. I thought in frustration. My mom had some business to take care of with Artechiga in Japan. He wouldn't leave us alone until we paid Dad's funeral fees from a while back. Didn't he understand? It was an MIA. He went Missing in Action. We don't even believe that he's dead.I heard the soft hum of an engine below the window. Somebody was pulling into the driveway. I froze mid-peer in the window. A black SUV. I've seen a black SUV before. A sudden dose of fear spiked through my brain. I ran clumsily down the stairs, pushing my hair back with one hand and holding the banister for balance with the other. I met the door just before the doorbell rang, and two simple taps on the door echoed through the entryway.Ding, dong, ding, dong. Dong, ding, ding, dong. I waited for
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...