I don’t know how long I’ve been here.
It’s dark. That’s all I can say about it.
No windows. No light. No sound.
The room is damp. Always is.
I don’t know how long I’ve been in here.
My mind swirls and flares.
The wet smell holds my nose.
How would the world look without eyelids?
I think I already know.
I don’t know how long I’ve been in here.
My mind calls me.
“Lora.. Lora…. LORA…”
...
“Hey man thanks you’re the best,” he says. This strange mortal I met a few cycles ago would not leave me alone after I decided to grace him with my overwhelming intelligence. Apparently I ‘owe’ him for landing my starship on his petunias. Whatever that meant. He had me do his scribbles of problems. From analyzing human brains 90 jets close to me, I could determine that the scribbles were ridiculou...
Incase you couldn’t tell from the title there are suicidal themes
Falling is peaceful. I would know. You can’t jump off high diving boards without getting the feel of falling. The calm before the storm. The peace before the hurt.
Is it worth it?
I peer down at the concrete below. It’s the same height as my favourite diving boards. Except this time I won’t hit the water.
Images pass through ...
If you could restart would you?
I wouldn’t
I think you would though
Tears fall and grass grows
The world keeps turning
Oh well
If you could help would you?
Would I?
How could I help someone who crys jewels?
Every piece of you is shattered
Don’t worry its fixable
Its easier with someone else
Is it?
Yeah it is
Let me help you repair yourself
❤️❤️❤️
Not very good at writing poems…
Constructive ...
I knew the survival chances of leaving the shelter. There was only a 15% chance that you would make it back alive. Of the 15% that make it back 90% of them die from the sickness they got out in the wasteland. Every year the council would choose a group of four to go out and explore the wasteland. I hadn’t and will never be chosen. So when Percy’s name was called despair took me.
“Percy! you can’...
When your bully, the guy that ruined your life, shows up on your doorstep at 2am with blood dripping down his face and onto the doormat after going missing for a week, you would be ready to commit suicide too. A peaceful week of no Brant terrorizing me has come to a end.
I saw his face on the news. Brant Loving missing! As his family cries for him. The cops are doing all the can to find him. Fo...
⚠️Warning this may be a little disturbing⚠️
He was perfect. An angel on earth. His golden hair and brown eyes. His strong build and cheekbones held no flaws. He was kind and generous. Strong and stern. My love for him knew no bounds. We were perfect. Him and his glory. Me as his faithful servant. I was content.
A problem. She was a problem. She got in our way.  Interrupted our love. Her fat ug...
Again. I sigh as everything freezes around me. This is the fourth time this week. The annoying thing about time stopping is I have no idea when it will start again. So I am bound to my desk until time starts again. Make my school day extra long, yay. After thirty minutes (maybe??) time un-freezes and the teacher goes back to teaching and I get back to my notes.
Derek Androse was having a party. D...
I woke up with a pounding headache. My body sprawled out on a cold floor. My mind dizzy and dancing before I slip into the dark once more.
“Ugh, who hit me over the head with a hammer?”
I groaned as my mind came to life again. I blinked at the brightness of the room. “Who’re you?” I sat up. In front of me sat a teen girl with dark brown hair, a strong jaw and pounds of makeup on her face. As I s...
The day has finally arrived. The day I’ve spent my whole life waiting for. Everything for this, to be Queen.
I knelt down on one knee.
My heart burned with passion.
The crown was placed in my head.
I stood up to face my people. Smile and wave. This was everything. Everything I had worked for. Everything I have dreamed of.
So why did I feel so empty?...
