Lost souls could not even understand that we have lost everything.
Oh, how the outrage burns me alive!
I wonder how to keep living while someone wishes many of us dead.
I wonder how beauty being scorched to dust can bear such silence as a traitor.
I can't praise war I suppose.
Perhaps many of us can't fully believe how just one problem can play the majority!
Although it is hard!
We seem to visualize that lost souls have no place else to go!
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
She carefully vanished leaving me in awe. I could trigger her and cup my hand. She shredded symmetrical unbelievable length from bottom to rim. I watch her go slow to complete and end back at her starting point. A spectacular genetic map in her mind instructed her every step snipping her to lay down whatever was needed to finalize her creation. Then, suddenly, that has vanished, and she settled in for the long stillness.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Pacing the bathroom-
wondering what can I do?
Looking for a way,
a way to harm,
a way to feel anything but pain.
Punching the concrete walls,
scraping my knuckles on the drains,
and scratching my wrists with my nails.
The voices grew louder and louder,
telling me of my deepest fears,
worries,
and regrets.
The shadows crept over me,
leaving me in the dark,
alone,
scared,
and draining the life from me.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
"What are you doing?" She asked with a hint of fear.
When she saw me,
all alone,
on my bed,
with tears in my eyes.
"Are you okay?" "Do you need a doctor?" She asked,
as the blood dripped down my arm,
and onto my white towel,
staining it red.
My bony thighs with the words,
'fat' engraved onto my skin.
My ribs were poking out of my stomach,
I haven't eaten in days.
"Can't you see,
see what you have done to me!" I yelled.
One move and I'll be gone-
I began to shake,
more like shivering.
Shivering from fear,
shivering from coldness,
hitting my tiny fragile bones.
One move and I'll be gone-
I push my mother out of my room,
and latch the door.
She is pounding,
pounding harder and harder,
screaming for me to let her in,
as she sobs and sobs.
Everything goes silent,
my thoughts begin to race,
and all I can hear is the beating of my heart.
I take the blade in one hand,
with a handful of pills in the other
One move and I'll be gone-
Slowly I press down,
harder and harder,
and the blood starts to pour out.
I swallow the pills,
and soon fall into a deep deep sleep.
Never to feel the pain,
ever again.
One move and I was gone.
All from a fight.
My mom finally gets the door open,
and falls to her knees.
Nothing will ever ever take back,
what she just saw.
Her daughter just laying there.
Still-
lifeless-
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Deep inside she is in pain,
no one knows what she's hiding.
She stands outside while it rains,
so no one knows she was crying.
When I heard the news,
I swallowed my fears.
I realized your escape was not my muse,
and dried up all my tears.
Deep inside there is hope,
no one knows what she's fighting.
She stands beneath a rope,
so no one knows what she's writing.
Deep inside she is lost,
no one knows she is dying.
Her life was such a cost,
no one knows she's finally flying.
Deep inside she is gone,
her soul lost forever.
My life is now this song,
now everyone knows my life was severed.
She was me, I was her,
we finally found the light.
We are wrapped in fur,
you see, we finally won our fight.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
I am so lonely,
watching you fade.
You aren't a phony,
our love is like a masquerade.
Our thoughts are racing,
for one another.
Our steps we are tracing,
as we become lovers.
Lost in your beat,
lost in your soul.
We seem to always be beaten,
our hearts in a hole.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
She was just an average girl,
in an average world,
with an average family.
She went to an average school,
with average friends,
and had average grades.
She lived in an average town,
with average stores,
and average neighbors.
She participated in average clubs,
competed in average sports,
and achieved average rewards.
She had an average boyfriend,
with an average job,
and an average truck.
She participated in average services,
competed in average races,
and achieved average ribbons.
She lived in an average community,
with average churches,
and average parks.
She went to an average library,
with average books,
and average computers.
She was just an average girl,
who wore an average smile,
while trying to averagely fit in.
You see-
She was - She went - She had -
She lived - She participated - She wore -
She achieved - She lived - She competed -
Her world was too average-
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Fall is like death.
Like bipolar.
You gradually fade away,
then you are completely gone.
Falling!
Swaying in the wind,
as you hit the ground.
Brittle.
Easy to crumble.
Dying!
Your colors use to be so bright,
so vibrant,
and alive.
Joyous!
Then...
Your colors begin to fade.
One by one.
Reds,
Oranges,
Yellows,
then browns...
Your life is now dull,
brittle,
fragile,
and dead...
like the colors of the leaves.
Face it,
you are dying inside.
Fading away.
Piece by piece.
You eventually,
come back.
Slowy begin to grow,
and get your color.
Your vibrant colors...
You feel on top of the world,
for a short while.
But...
All it takes,
is that down state,
to go crumbling,
to the ground again.
To die,
and fade away....
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
By: Arreonna Frost (me)
Prologue
“No, Please?” She sobs, “No!” Screams through the air.
I close my eyes and think of all the good times we had together, before he turned into a monster. My thoughts are interrupted when the front door slams and all of the knick knacks in my room begin to shake. I shudder. Glass shatters and falls to the floor as of if it were a waterfall, as my mother screams an ear piercing scream.
My eyes fly open and I realize that I have been crying. My yellow walls glow back at me as the star stickers in a starry night pattern hint off a neon yellow, as they glow in the dark. I hug my purple polka dot bear close to me and begin to cradle her.
My mother left my door open a crack again, like she does every night and a long stretch of light creeps across my floor, almost reaching for my slippers at the foot of my bed. On my night stand to the right of my bed, I turn off my green lava lamp and roll over so I face the window.
The glowing of the white moon that almost looks yellow reflects off of my cheeks, hinting to anyone nearby that I have been crying. As goosebumps slither up my arm from the chill of the window, I wrap the sparkly green butterfly quilt my mother made for my 6th birthday tighter around me. I then plug my ears, silencing the noise the best I can.
“No! No! She screams louder. “Please! God please! Please save my baby!”
“Shut-up!” He screams back. “Nobody will hear you, no one at all!” Echoes his evil laugh against the old walls. “Were in the middle of nowhere you no for good ***** ****!”
“Please! Please! Please!” She silently sobs to herself.
As I am eager to be down there and witness what is happening, I roll back over on my side, throw the blanket off of me, and to the side. My feet fall to the floor silently as I slip them into my slippers. Walking towards my door I look at the floor carefully, as of to not make a sound.
My door slowly creaked open as the light fills my room eagerly. I stop in my tracks as the front door slams shut. Holding my breath I begin to cry; feeling scared, sad, and lonely. A chill nips at my bare legs and I yank my yellow silk nightgown down my legs some more.
When I reach the top of the stairs and about to slowly go down, I examine my surroundings and see our family portrait to my right. The gold frame is what really made the picture stand out against our white walls. Mother looks younger and prettier, her eyes don’t have bags underneath like she does now. Her long brown curly hair flows down and off of her shoulders almost reaching her elbows. I notice her bright white smile and how happy she looks while she is hugging her 6 month pregnant belly. While holding me close her blue eyes sparkle back at me, so alive and adventurous.
Like the usual my father looks like he is staring right through the camera instead of at the camera. He has never once smiled or even shown a sign of happiness, not even in public. The blue flannel shirt has a tear by his elbow and the top two buttons are unbuttoned. My favorite blue dress brings out my big brown eyes as I also smile into the camera.
My brown hair wasn't quite as long as my mothers but my brown curls also flow onto my shoulders. My high cheek bones stick out from the glare of the flash. This picture was taken a few years ago. Taken before my little rugrat of a brother was born. He is now three years old and very annoying, especially when he gets his way every time he cries.
The door slams shut again as I jumped startled again and snap out of the memory. The wooden stairs are slippery beneath me as the fabric from my slippers does not give me traction. The railing is what gives me support as I slowly creep down the stairs trying not to make a sound down our ancient steps. Tears slowly fall down my cheeks again, leaving behind a damp trail, once I reach the bottom. Pulling my nightgown down some more, I reach their bedroom to my left. The door was already left slightly open as the light creeps into the hall. Pushing the door open more, just enough so I can see, mother is on the floor holding Joseph in his blue Spider man blanket.
Josephs blonde hair sticks out of the top blanket, all knotted together. Mother is weeping into my personal favorite nightgown of hers. The blue silk always made mother beautiful, especially against her skin and brown hair. I see that father is holding a Budweiser in his left hand and his rifle in the other.
In the far back left corner, fathers stained nook has several beer cans and bottles piled on top of each other, some even spilling onto the ground. As father raises the rifle off the floor I gasp and take a step back not cautious of the creaky floors. When the floor does let out a long creek all I can do is my hold my breath, and pray that he doesn't notice my presence as his dark heartless eyes beat right through me.
The muscles in his hairy arms tense up as the rifle lowers back down and rests on the floor. I notice mother looking at me as she slowly slides to the window. His focus is now away from the door but back solely on mother, as his attention goes away from this dark pit I slowly step closer to the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rolls off of the tip of his tongue like he’s getting woozy. He then pulls Joseph out her tiny fragile hands. As he sets Joseph down in his handmade wooden crib, mother cries harder.
"N-nothing", stutters through the air, "I was just getting Joseph’s other blanket since he was cold", she bluffs.
I just now realize that the window is open and I was her hope of escaping. Now I wish he was still focused on me. I slowly fall to my knees and kick them to the side, so i’m sitting how a princess would sit in a gown on the ground. The cold tile floor numbs my knees sending more chills up my body.
I scooch more to the right so I am in almost the same position as earlier when I saw fathers nook. Searching the area of the room I find Joseph near the corner nook under his blanket. I actually feel sorry and worried for Joseph for once. Father raises the black 22-Caliber pistol when mother stifles another cry. Worried to be noticed I crawl back into the dark.
"Please", she barely whispers as she lays down covering her face. "I love you, thought you loved me. Please."
The sound of the gunshot rings in my ears.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC