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How Do I Say This?"How Do I Say This"
I'm not sure how I should tell you this.
I thought it would've hit me by now.
Perhaps I can write you a poem?
No, I'm no good at that.
Maybe I should play you a song...
That won't do,
I'm tone deaf.
A boombox outside your...
No, this is the twenty-first century,
Plus that's tacky.
I guess there's no other way to tell you
I love you
Lonely Hero"Lonely Hero"
There is no need for you to fear,
Nothing to fear while I am here.
I will keep you safe my dear.
Under my wings,
There is nothing that can harm you.
Don't worry my dear.
I'm here now.
I'll be your hero.
There is no need to fear the gun shots of war,
Nor the monsters that haunt your dreams,
For I will always be here.
And for anyone who comes my way.
Rest your head now my dear,
Let your eyes rest,
For I am here,
To protect you,
Until my job is done.
And I will be,
I will always be there,
No matter the sacrifice,
No matter the pain.
I will be there.
For you and the others,
I will guard you,
Out of the darkness,
That plauges your soul.
I will be your hero,
With nothing in return.
And one day,
You will leave.
No longer in need of a hero.
And here I will stay,
With nobody by my side.
Keep walking on.
Strong and safe.
And I will stay here.
Ready for whenever you may need me.
I shall be your hero,
Hiding in the shadows,
I will stand s
What did I do?"What Did I Do"
What have I ever done,
To make you have so little faith in me?
Perfection slipped out of my grasp,
But I try so hard,
To make you happy.
I spend my days reading,
Sitting by myself,
In the large quiet room.
Doing nothing wrong,
All by lonesome.
But still you accuse me.
Last time is was smoking.
No, the smell makes me sick.
It's disgusting, as you have always taught me.
But guess what?
I found a pack in your bag today.
The betrayal is infuriated.
I'm the mistake,
For doing nothing wrong.
I'm the screw up.
I'm the one to be pierced into,
With those hateful eyes.
Blame me all you want,
For crimes I didn't commit,
While you sit and hide,
Sit and hide.
I'm done with you.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Where's my Wonderland?"Where's My Wonderland"
I followed the white rabbit,
He was running late.
I followed him, through the rotting garden,
Until he led me to a hole,
Beneath the hollow tree.
Down the hole he went,
And I followed.
Down the rabbit hole I fell.
Down I fell,
Through the grief,
I fell down past the swirling darkness,
The ticking clocks,
That mocked all my life decisions.
"Why did you do it?" they asked.
They played my memories over and over,
Inside their ticking cores.
I kept falling.
But when I hit the ground,
With an audible thud,
There was nothing.
No wonderland for me to discover.
No adventure for me to endure.
There was nothing,
But a black hole.
A black hole,
Where I will spend eternity.
What happened to the wonderland?
What happened to the land of rainbows and laughter?
Where is my happy ending?
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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