I'm suffering an inability to concentrate on what I need to do. This poem refers to fictional as well as non-fictional persons... who ultimately are one in the same.

The EscapeIn the dead of the night ( Read more... )

I'm on the down and out... randomly in the hole for no reason other than to be there. So it feels.

The SeekerHe walks along a barren path ( Read more... )

So last night I posted about writing in my two characters into my story I've been writing. Here's the general details...

Yes, it is a Mario fanfiction. And no, they are nothing like me and a certain someone. Okay, so they are. Deal with it.

Hope

Age: 15
Hair Color: Dark red with a purple streak on her left side
Hair Style: A little past her ( Read more... )

I sense that my two characters I write so often about, Chance and Hope, will be written into a story I've been working on for a while. I sense them being my troublemaking, gamer couple. I realized that my tale needed a light-humored couple... plus... one that was, er, straight. Yeeah ( Read more... )

I stumbled across this line while reading over one of my old stories. It's a line from one of the character's thought processes...

"The saddest thing of all, I think, is how no one tells him that he’s making an error and then they mock him for his mistakes.I liked it. There really is no reason I post this other than I hope it makes other people ( Read more... )

This is my second piece of the day. It's... a lot different than the one before it. This one is sad, morbid, triggering... but the damn ending...

Just... see for yourself.

HauntedCloudy drops dare to fall ( Read more... )

For uncertainty, making mistakes, and... for rebelling for hidden feelings.

Of Blatant DisregardIn the corner sitting there ( Read more... )

I am running on empty.

My sister tells me I can stay up late "because Mom can stay up late and you're both getting up at the same time tomorrow."

Stupid logic pisses me off. Especially when someone acts like my health doesn't matter.

Maybe I'm cranky...

I said I was writing this. Here it is. I doubt it will get the same emotion that my last piece provoked (from me or the reader; we frighteningly felt the same thing), but ( Read more... )

I dunno what happened, but hearing of another school shooting inspired this very strange poem. This poem, even its title, is double-meaning. It's... a Valentine. For somebody. If he understands it.

The Red DaySilence reigns ( Read more... )