MiriamShe stares into space, hoping beyond hope to disappear into the wall. Maybe one day she could actually turn invisible. Maybe one day she would disappear. She watches him pass like she does every other day, and slowly turns red. The one time she wants to be seen - and he breezes past. Theres always tomorrow.She hugs her books tightly to her chest. Yes, one day hell see me. He will realize I am pretty, even though no one else seems to know. He will come and say hi to me. We will instantly fall in love. She sighs. Every day is a different variation of this impossible fantasy. He will never see her. He will never care.Another day. She walks into class, narrowly missing tripping over her own clumsy feet. So what if she was staring at him? She can still walk perfectly fine. She sits down, ungracefully, and attempts to concentrate on being sucked into the earth. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, gravity will become my friend. Maybe it will take me somewhere wh
The HopelessOh silly Pandora. You ruin everything.But dont worry. I forgive you.Cause for a moment, I felt hope. And it was wonderful.Maybe for a second I thought that something might happen.Maybe within a second it didnt.Yes, they were always right.Hope is dangerous.Hope can be deadly if you let it get you.But how can you not?When all you want is to believe.When all anyone wants is to believe.Some will say the world needs hope.But does it?Everybody hopes.And you know what?It doesnt always feel that great.And yet, I could beg to differ.When you feel hope, you feel air.Yet you are air.Everything is light and breezy.Everything is beautiful.Everything is wonderful.Give it back.I want my hope back.
The Restless ChroniclesI.Once, I stayed up later than late. No reason of course.Sigh, procrastination is beautiful.I just wanted to feel like I accomplished something. Instead, I accomplished absolutely nothing.This splitting headache, its awful. How the hell do you deal?Oh honey, hes a natural. He was born a racoon.Well Mr Racoon, I hate you! I envy your charm!I want to be a creature of the night.Just bite me, just do it. I know you want a taste.Again, my appeals have been vanquished. Again, I must sleep.No! But, I dont want to! Just leave me in peace! Yes, leave me to rest.Rest, rest, rest.Now youve done it! Im falling asleep!Dont let me go! Im falling! Save me, oh please!Dot, dot, dot. And then dream.II.The dragons are coming, now the mountains, now the lions!Im rowing a boat down a stream.I swear Ive been here before.Now Im stopping, now Im freezing.Colour on colour on colour once more.I feel it, commotio
Alone, AlrightAnd then I forgot about time.I forgot about you.I forgot about us
whatever that may be.I left myself alone for the first time in my life.And it was nice.It was just me.And the clouds.And the sky.And the breeze.All alone.Just me.I was able to breathe with my own set of lungs.Let the air push through me.I gulped it down greedily.And then I chocked.But it was nice.I picked flowers.I skipped.I hummed.By myself.But alright, for the first time in my life.Everythings so blue.The sky, your eyes, my skin.Everythings so clear.People fear being alone, you know.But why?Only if the world could see things through my eyes
Everything is beautiful.And its just me.
TrembleYou feel the thick, suffocating fog of darkness, and you know its too late. For you, for anyone. The stench of the air is unwavering like death and corpses. The blood is on the wall. Theyre gone, but youre still breathing. Breathing in your pain. Breathing in their suffering. You cant move, and yet you break into a run. You have to get out of here. You hear the footsteps behind you. You push yourself harder, even though you have nothing left. Even though you know its pointless. Finally, its too much for you and you fall, as if everything in the world slowed down. He catches up to you, of course. Then, blackness.
NightmareLate at night, I attempt to rest, but no, softly the birds are crying.I know it's not the birds. So who is it?Why, it's the man on the rooftop, haven't you heard? Slowly but surely hear his feet drag across. The creak-creak of his movement as he settles on the cold, wet roof. Always watching, always waiting. His voice nothing more than a whisper of wind.Or maybe it's just the wind after all. But no. I can hear him calling late at night. Come join me, come join me.One night it was raining and he summoned me again. I don't know what it was; the soft whisper of his voice? But I obliged. Crawling out my window, I went up, up, and up. Rain-soaked and shivering, I stared into his old, crinkled face. Rotted teeth to match a rotted smile that chilled me more than the rain.Come join me, come join me.Shabby old clothes and crinkled, milky eyes. I was paralysed with fear, and yet continued to move closer still. Rain and chest pounding, keep moving , his whsiper was clea