christine-h
Canadian
I'm turning 16 in a few months, blonde hair, blue and green eyes (they change), and i'm pretty tall 5'8"/5'9" not really sure...but all that while helps to gain a visual of what I look like has no effect on my writing. / / I write whatever I feel like writing, though dark, twisted words seem to come more naturally for reasons unknown to me....I have many binders filled with poems and little excerpts from a million different stories. I'm terrified of people jusdging me or my writing, I'm fine reading something said or written by anyone else but if I changed it or added anything that was my own I start panicking. Oh by the way latley I've developed a panic disorder...fun. / / But I know most of my work isn't good so if you plan on sharing your oppinions on any of my writing I encourage you to do so. Just do it nicely...please. And try not to swear, call names, or say anything particularly harmful because none of that makes you seem classy or a nice person at all. Be respectful.
Life
It isn't a privilege
Or some dort of miracle.
It is a test.
A test to see what you've done
Who you are
And what you deserve.
Whether it's pain, joy
O neither.
Do you deserve to live among the shadows?
Where the sun never shines but the clouds never darken -
A world filled with emptiness.
You are neither hero nor villan,
Friend nor foe;
You deserve nothing.
Or have you killed?
Wronged the Gods in one way or another?
You deserve more than death
To be filled with hunger, food and water always out of reach.
To be live among fire, pain always present.
You deserve endless torture.
However
If somehow you managed to live your life right
Defending family
Friends
With everything you've got.
You will continue to live on
Forever.
Your name and story passed down
Forever.
People will whisper your name for strength
For help.
You will wander the fields of Elysium
Surrounded by endless beauty
Blue lake,
Green hills.
You deseve more than can ever be given
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 2:36 PM UTC
You see me sitting here
My eyes cast in the distance,
Head in the shadows
You wave and wait for a reply
I give none
Infact I'm not aware you've entered the room at all
Actually I'm not sure I'm even in the house
On this earth.
My thoughts, in my head
Are twisted
Knotted
Slithering just out of my grasp
Lost forever in a maze
Or a labyrinth.
A place where time speeds up
But movements slow down.
Where there's an hour glass stuck in your mind
Sand dripping
Falling
Down.
Marking the end of your life
The end to the confusion
The misery
The pain
It can all only last so long before it becomes to much
Until you get a break from it all,
Before you're ****** back into this world again.
You better hurry
You only have a few left,
But a few what?
Years?
Months?
Weeks?
Days?
Hours?
Minutes?
The list goes on - but why bother wondering
When you only have a short time left
In the labyrinth.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
Just focus
On the pain rushing through your body
Pulsing within your veins
Like wildfire
Or acid
Filling every void with a burning
Stinging
Beautiful sensation.
Reminding you that this is as bad as it gets,
There is an end to the pain
And you have reached it.
Live through this
And nothing can hurt you again.
Ever.
You will be invincible
Unstoppable
Like an angel
Or a God.
So curl up in your little corner and weep.
Cringe,
Scream,
No one can hear you.
And no one would help you if they could.
They'd watch you die with a smile
With a wave.
They hate you
Everyone does.
So, go on
Focus on the pain
And tell me what else you feel.
Are you frightened, scared of my power, what I can do?
Are you angry, wondering how I could be so cruel, heartless?
Or have your become numb to my advances, abilities?
Shut your mouth.
Stop crying.
No one cares.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 7:28 PM UTC
Don't breathe
If you breathe
He will hear you
He will find you
And you will die.
You see him
Through the slits in your door
And he sees you
But still you hold your breath.
He calls out your name
His voice soft
Inticing
He says that he gives up
Like this is some sort of cruel game of hide and seek.
Your lungs burn from lack of air
Your body aches
Tears fall silently from your eyes
Don't make a sound.
Without warning the door slams open
You see his dark eyes filled with
Anger
Hate
Love
His mouth curles up into a smile
"Hello Sunshine."
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC