.illegal._.Mantis.
Writing about random thoughts. Floreth, my sweet, innocent bestie. Wishing the best for you, Anna.
.illegal._.Mantis.
Writing about random thoughts. Floreth, my sweet, innocent bestie. Wishing the best for you, Anna.
Writing about random thoughts. Floreth, my sweet, innocent bestie. Wishing the best for you, Anna.
Writing about random thoughts. Floreth, my sweet, innocent bestie. Wishing the best for you, Anna.
She sat alone on her newly tiled modern bathroom floor. The cold tiles making her body shiver. Her tries making many, many marks and stains on her clothing. She had just went out yesterday and bought the already stained clothes. Maybe she wanted to stop. Stop eating. Stop breathing. But we don’t know. Then . . . There was an orchestra of sounds, windows opening and glass shattering, doors slamming open or falling on the floor. The sounds repercussion was louder. She was now surronded by people in all-black clothing. But she didn’t know that. She still had her arms around her knees hugging her legs closer to her body as she looked down. “We found one of the _Family _members, ma’am.” A voice said talking on a phone. The words of _Family _shocked her and she raised her head so quickly. “Is it my daughter?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked. The girl had short hair and looked smaller than the woman’s daughter. “Mom….” She muttered looking at the woman speaking to the girl’s mother. “This one appears to have short hair and isn’t very tall.” The woman said looking back at the girl who continued to silently cry. “That isn’t my daughter. Bring the girl to me but keep searching.” The woman said before she hung up the phone. Two women in the room picked the girl up and helped her stand up. She was sad that she lost a chance to gain her mother’s affection. But even more so mad at her mother, she couldn’t even tell that she was her daughter and all it took was some scissors and a mirror. The family. My family. Was fake and now I’m stuck here being fake as well. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Inspired by boredom. Based off of the new Netflix series, R. S. L.
“They call me… A psychopath, A to-be murderer, A person who shouldn’t be living life like _normal _people.
Mais c’est la vie. C’est mon vie.
**“BUT IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE!!” ** Blah, blah, blah. I’m sorry for you actually wait.. No, I’m not. I’m sorry that you thought I wasn’t.
Because while you were playing a silly game some call life, I was.. Destroying mine. I mean it was only a matter of time.
So when you’re busy worrying about me And who I might be.
I… Was trying to prove myself to be Just what the people thought of me.
“People thought I was making a hit-list.” Your eyes just stayed normal… Because you could believe this. Truth is… It was better to say it was a secret.
Because than I’d be dead. Dead in the head.
Mentally insane. All because of my stupid, inhumane brain.”
You’re still worrying about me. How kind of you. To waste your time on what someone might be.
I didn’t care to learn why. But it was enticing when I heard you cry.
Your pleads just made me laugh. After all it’s not like I was your final draft.
So you sit around Waiting for me to return your crown.
The crown you once wore on your head. When you were the leader of the mechanical undead.
Now you feel you’ve made a mistake. But oh well, it’s way past late.
Just make another version me. Make me into the person you wish I could be.
Make the tallies up to three, With the newest version of me.
Because I know you worry about your creation. About me, your demonstration To the public.
You’re like Frankenstein.. And I’m your monster. You gave life to lightning… And the thunder.
But you were starting to worry about me. Tallying up my weekly kills. While I was over.. In corner… Stacking up on pills.
So stop worrying about me. Focus on your next design and make it… Number three.
How does one accept this? How can one accept the heart of someone? Yet I’m left here with another body and their beautiful beating heart. All to myself. Some call me a psychopath, others a masquerade murderer. I’m not what they think of me. Every time I see their heart slow to a stop and their breath drop I regret it but it’s needed in my life. “You’re getting sloppy, 5-1-10.” He said. My real name since that one day has never been said. I kneeled down and looked at the ground. “How long did this one take you?” **He **asked circling me then standing over the body. “Ten minutes…. Sir.” I spoke with no confidence. “And your record what was it again?” **He **walked and stood in front of me. “4…. Minutes…” I didn’t finish before he spoke once more. “Then help me understand why with the best blades you have become slower.” **His **voice laced with an undertone of anger but also regret. “I. I’m unable to do so, sir.” I said. _That was the last things I said before I became like my victims. _ Cold hearted. He was the one to kill me. The last thing I heard was “Next time do better.” He said and then he smiled. Then, my eyes close for the rest of eternity. “Miss. Oh yes I have your ….product.” **He **said on the phone. Minutes later, she arrived. In a box my heart would be delivered to the higher council. “Here you go miss.” He said handing her my heart. She accepted the gift, feeling a swirl and mix of feelings inside her. “Thank you. You’re no longer needed now.” In one swift moment **she **took out a pistol and killed him. “I just wanted my Jewel back.” He said falling to the ground and clenching his heart. “Oh don’t worry she’s safe and sound and not even aware that **you **exist.” **She **said. What she didn’t wait around to see was that… **I **wasn’t dead. I wasn’t alive either. Thanks to **him **I had become apart of the living dead. Maybe it was my destiny after all…. My name is Nekro Kranio.
You know that was a lie. I lied when I said “Not directed at anyone!” In a different poem.
Because I wrote that poem thinking about you. I know you don’t like liars. But what can I do?
When I don’t want you knowing how much you make me smile. How my friends see my smile because I’m always thinking about you. How I just wish I was online 25/7 even when I’m looking at your life file.
Talking to you. But what can I do?
I’m just some guy who you text on your phone. But that’s what makes me rush home.
I rush home from my classes every day. Because I just wanna know if you said “hey”.
You’re just so…. I can’t even sum it up into one sentence.
It annoys me to my core. Because I just want to focus. But I’ve never felt like this before.
We’re not even enemies. We’re something less than friends. And seeing you go offline is so annoying. But even more annoying when I can see it all coming to an end.
You’re just so exhausting to text Because you make me never want to rest. At first I thought we were competing. Now I’m sitting in my room thinking about all the ways you’re the best.
It makes me want to scream that you are sometimes online. Because I can’t make conversation or else I’ll end up being the one lost to time.
It can be so annoying because you never understand. The reason why I’m still writing is so I can be the one to hold your hand.
And yeah sure be a writer. Of course I can be. But I hate writing now. Unless I can make a way to write you with me….. …………………………………………………………………………………… Wrote this on like 7 hours of sleep. Directed at multiple people in different parts.
I hate you. I HATE _YOU _SO MUCH! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! I hate that you can toy with my feelings. I hate that I can’t focus on my work. I hate how I can’t write without you coming to mind. I hate it. I hate when someone makes a joke, I think of you. I hate that whenever I talk to someone, I can’t just talk about you. I hate when I’m happy, I can’t share my happiness with you. I hate it when I realize I’m just another person to you. I hate how different we are, how different I am. I hate how we’re growing up and growing apart. I hate how we used to be not just any normal friends. I hate the idea of friends now. I hate how no one can take my mind off of you. I hate how I used to be before you. I hate you. I guess I can’t really say I hate you. Because I was the one who replied to your message. So I hate myself for thinking I could hate you. For thinking I could even begin to hate you. I liked it when I didn’t know you. When you weren’t on my mind 25/7. Where I didn’t feel like you were my heaven. I should’ve stayed in my own world. But now I’m out in your world. It just brings pain to me. So maybe I should start saying to myself “Never again.” ………………………………………………………………… I tried to be as vague as possible.
_ Headphones 03/27/24 **** _****“You left me on the cold Friday night in Canadian Winter.” ** “But you left me.”** ** “So what could I do?” ** ** “I wined up in the office wanting for you, after all I was a ** ** gift.”** ** “The thing you prized above all else because I helped you.”** ** “I helped you escape from reality.”** ** “I carved that path for you with me too.”** ** “But you didn’t look for me after all that I did for you.”** ** “So now I got scars, cuts and scratches on my pink case.”** ** “You only found me from your brother.”** ** “Your brother!”** ** “Can you believe it, him!?”** ** “Yet he is the one who lead you back to me.”** ** “You did come back after sometime.”** ** “But you moved on!”** ** “Got a new pair.”** ** “Black, slick, modern, everything you thought I wasn’t.”** ** “I talked to you.”** ** “But you didn’t listen, all those times I tried talking you didn’t ** ** listen.”** ** “Not to me, not ever.”** ** “But do I still stay with you?”** ** “YES!”** ** “Because I know you still need me.”** ** “And I still need you. Literally.”** ** “So thank you, for finally listening to what I have to say.”** ** ……………………………………………………****** We never listen _to what people want to say, only what we want to hear. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Another thing from Math Class, literally what happened to my headphones.
_ Earlier 03/26/24 _** “You didn’t know did you?”** ** “You didn’t know I’d be like this ** ** did you?”** ** “You didn’t think I would grow up did** ** you?”** ** “You didn’t think I would cry on my ** ** birthday did you?”** ** “You didn’t think I could ** ** change so much did you?”** ** “You didn’t think I would cut my** ** hair did you?”** ** “You didn’t stop to think when ** ** you let me go to school I would want** ** to be?”** ** “You didn’t see me changing & growing up ** ** did you?”** ** “You didn’t think when we ate ice cream,** ** it would be the last.”** ** “You didn’t wish to stop and take a ** ** picture did you?”** ** “You didn’t see me leaving your life ** ** did you?”** ** “You didn’t see me or think about me ** ** did you?”** ** “Because you weren’t there were you?”**
Shoutout to my broken family Another thing but from French class though.
I’ve been struggling with this one specific concept for a while now. And well… I wish I knew how. How you make me question my biggest morals and principles. How when I hear your voice my heart beats faster. I wish to know if it’s really true or just a time of matter. And there is the other concept. If it really exists then I met you 1 month and 12 days ago. But if it doesn’t then I’ll never meet you.. not even in my dream. I’ve been writing lots of “romance” pieces lately when I don’t even believe in the theme. I try my best to distract myself from you. But even after days I still end up waiting for you. I know I’ve already written a poem using this prompt but what if I didn’t understand. What if I was just trying my best to make myself believe that I could hold your hand That I could be the one to make you happy and smile or laugh. Or thinking that I could be the one to help you through your life even when we’re apart for miles. I was a fool and maybe that was because I was blinded by love. But love is just a concept so instead of saying “if I count the ways I love you” I say “It is just a concept that can be measurable. So instead next time ask me… How many times have you tried measuring your love?” That is what I believe I can achieve.
“I’m telling you, Veva, everything froze last night! It did!” I said to her as we walked through the corridors of the school. “And I’m telling you this as your best friend, you should see someone about that.”Veva said, I scoffed at her remark. “Just saying you shouldn’t believe everything you think you see, it could’ve been all a dream anyways.”Veva shrugged as we continued walking. We continued to walk until we got to the front of the school. “Well, see you at the party?” Veva asked. “Yeah…” I looked around nervously. I didn’t want to go, I wanted to see if time would freeze again. “You’re going to be there.” Veva said crossing her arms and giving me a stern look. “Fine.” I scoffed. I got home and threw my bag on the ground. I went to the kitchen right away and grabbed a bag of chips. I ran to my room on the way I passed my mom. “Hi, mom.” I said quickly before going into my room and closing the door. I laid down on my bed and tossed the bag of chips onto the bed. I took a deep breath and just stared at my ceiling. I took out my phone and sat up, leaning against the headboard of my bed. I scrolled through my photos album after getting so many alerts about my storage. I came across a photo of Veva and smiled before remembering my promise to her. I let out a sigh and looked up from my phone. “Fine. As I got ready for party, I looked around my room and noticed a note attached to the mirror. I grab the note and read it out loud. “Wear this dress tonight and I might reveal myself, it matches your eyes better. You were right about the time stuff. Xoxo come find out.”I stood in my room dead in my tracks. The handwriting! I recognized it but I didn’t want to believe it… I looked at the note again. “Wear this dress tonight? What dress?” I then saw a box near my window with a card. “A lovely lady like you deserves a dress that matches.” The card read. “I would rather die than wear another dress.” I said but I decided to take the dress out and it wasn’t even a dress. A note attached to the outfit. I took the note into my hand and read it out loud. “Don’t worry I had a feeling dresses aren’t your thing.” I spoke with confusion laced in my voice. The outfit was a top and bottom pieces part of the business casual style. “I can’t believe, Veva, actually managed to get me to go to this stupid party.” I mumbled to myself as the music soared across the room. Slowly I hear the music grow quieter and I think its just changing songs but it doesn’t change songs it just stops. Along with everyone else expect one person. “Ow.” A voice after the music stopped. I looked around trying to find where the voice was coming from. “It couldn’t have paused when I was dancing! Jesus.” The person said standing up and dusting themself off. I stood behind a frozen person peaking my head out quickly once unable to see their face. “Um.. hello?” I said stepping out from behind the people. I walked over to the person who was unfrozen. “Hey.” The person said. They looked up at me and I saw their face. “Veva.” I looked shocked. “You’re the one who’s been stopping time! And gave me this dress?” I looked at Veva even more confused. “No and no. I did stop time once since then other people like me have been stopping time… and I definitely didn’t give you that dress.” Veva said looking around. “So if you didn’t…..” I looked just confused. “There are others like me. I’m a time warlock… and not the only one. So it could’ve been any of my friends.” Veva said looking up at the ceiling. “Oh. So you didn’t leave the notes?” I looked at Veva like I looked at my past crushes.. No! she’s my friend! I don’t. I can’t! “Notes! what notes!?” Veva looked around the room. “So I’m guessing the only reason you came here was so you could keep the dress?” Veva asked a smirk on her face and her arms crossed. “Yeah!” I smiled and looked around. “I picked good then…” Veva muttered under her breath. “What did you say, Veva?” I looked at her. “I said that specific warlock picked good then…” Veva said looking at me. “So can we dance? I mean we are at a party.” I smiled and twirled my dress. “It would be a waste not to.” Veva watched me move around the room. “I don’t think anyone has asked you this yet so…. Veva may I have this dance?” I smiled and held out my hand. “You know I can’t dance.” Veva said looking away. “Who said I cared about the dance.” Grabbing Veva’s hand I pulled her close and wrapped one arm around her waist. “Just let me lead us.” I smiled and held Veva’s hand tight and started to dance around the room. We ended the dance after a few minutes and I now held my arms around Veva’s shoulders. “You know people usually ended that specific dance with a kiss….?” I looked into Veva’s eyes, our faces inches apart. “So is that how we’ll end this one?” Veva asked her voice quieter than before and her face visibly red even under the dim light. “If you’ll let me…. Princess of Time….” I leaned in closed the gap between ourselves. Slowly the environment around us unpaused as we kissed. The music started to flow the room again. Our lips parted and I looked into her eyes once more. “Thanks for the dress, my princess.” I said smiling as I kissed her lips quickly. Our lives from then on became forever tangled and intertwined with each other’s lives. Totally, totally not what might happen in my life soon
To the one who I hope will survive the end times while I don’t. Even though she couldn’t last a day.
Some say, only lovebirds find each other in Apocalypse. I don’t think it’s true. the apocalypse says you don’t know who will survive or who will die could be you wondering in the Apocalypse the end times as well. But at least one of us made it out maybe will I have some closure to my life. Knowing you found safety, even if I didn’t . I’m here and you’re in safe Haven. You found Hope while I stayed hidden . You’ve begged for me to go with you, but I didn’t listen. I stayed back and it cost me my life. One time I didn’t listen to you it cost me everything . Called you nicknames before, but never this one “Human” You’re still human well, I’m not . Even in the apocalyptic end times You’re still on my mind . So I roam around in search of you . And eventually we meet again. One of us human, the other, something that could only be described once the end times have arrived. Our eyes meet for the first time in years, decades. In yours , terror, sadness, realization that I have become inhumane. In my eyes, there is only one thing, lifelessness . My eyes had become lifeless voids of empty darkness that were crater like . I wasn’t aware of it, but well, I saw you I gained consciousness I became more human than I have been in years. When I was partially aware of, was what you were holding in your arms a loaded gun. I tried to communicate with you, after I had gained my ability speech again i tried warning of my true capabilities, but i have none I am but a wanderer. Someone who roams the lifeless and terrain of this apocalyptic end times. I tried speaking, but it only came out as a grumble. I took a step towards your direction, but you took a step back and raised your gun slowly, but noticeably. My eyes widened. I had gained somewhat consciousness, and what I had become. And then I had realized no matter who I was I was going to be shot no matter what my relation to you was, you shot me, and that’s what you did show me head in the centre of my head in our abandoned world . Only a small amount of blood dripped out of the bullet hole. I looked at you last time, my eyes and smile crypto my face before I closed my eyes for my eternal slumber where I would lay in a wasteland, a forgotten planet. And you moved on how kind of you to leave my body there I wasn’t what you think I am I wasn’t part of the living dead in fact, in this apocalyptic zone, they weren’t any members of the dead. There was a war, many survivors many people who didn’t know they were survivors yet called it the last attempt we didn’t know what this war would result in. Less than 10 days the war became nuclear . Nowhere on the planet was safe and so was no one only those on the ISS in space, and in Antarctica and the arctic were at the least risk. Even after the nuclear part ended and countries around the globe realized what had happened to this planet, all the civilians without governmental status, continue to live their daily, lives in the barren wasteland. Only 72 hours the effects of the nukes were clear, very few survived in each country, I and my… “Human” we’re survivors. Some miracle had saved us, those who weren’t as fortunate as us members of the survivors, the coldhearted . They had entered some sort of paralysis. They could still move and walk, but they couldn’t speak some couldn’t see some couldn’t hear, but no matter what the scientist did they would still be able to move around. That’s what I become. I gave up the chance to join you in freedom. I’m never got to truly say what always been on my mind. Because you killed me in the apocalyptic times we survived together for some of it but you killed me eventually and left me there. The coldhearted never die so be ready because the cool is hard and strike back harder than any human can strike.