maka22alburn33
I like - scratch that. LOVE Anime and drawing. I'm really bad at math and science. I have annoying siblings (who doesn't?) and awesome followers and friends. I'm really into Attack on titan, but don't have the guts to write alot of stories. / My favorite character/game is: Link or Legend of Zelda / I'm really obsessed with a crossover of Big Hero 6 and Attack on titan. XD
I stand on the edge, feeling the cool breeze whip
at my face. Tears started to trickle down my face, falling
from my chin and hitting the pavement below.
I felt myself tip forward, the edge leaving the soles of my feet.
For other people, this was suicide. For me,
This was freedom.
And I knew right then, that
I was going to die.
Where was I going?
My life was falling.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
Everything was cold and dark
I can't see. Everything is misty
I'm cold and thirsty.
“Where am I?”
“It's ok. Everything will be alright.”
A black vine wrapped around my shoulder and more soon followed
They started to wrap itself around, warming me like a blanket.
I close my eyes feeling the vines pulling me back
into a wall, that slowly consumed me.
“STOP!”
My eyes flung open, hearing those words.
My breath stops for a brief second and waits.
“I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY!”
A slicing sound cuts through the air and for a minute......
…...the world stops.
The vines around me break and crumble
from the wall it bound me to.
The mist around me fades
and I see rays of sun come out.
There are buildings with blood painted on every wall.
I drop to my knees, the vines still
coiling around my body, and
for the first time for I could remember........
…..I Cried.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Knick Knack, Patty whacks
Give away a soul
This old man just paid his toll.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Twinkle, Twinkle little Rat
How I wonder where you’re at
Down below the world so high
Like a poet you abide
Twinkle, Twinkle little Rat
How a poet you should act.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The Titans a roaring
We went to bed,
They ate our heads
and now we’re a luring.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
Happiness reflects someone.
It reflects someone and their lives.
Happiness could be alone, friends, family, books, or even computers.
You could go on a trip and that would just make you happy.
You could go to the next town and still be happy.
Happiness can be anything.
If your happy while doing something,
that’s happiness for you and only for you.
Books, lets start with that happiness.
You could read a book and then get excited or sad.
It fills fantasy, thoughts, imagination, and knowledge.
That could be happiness for some people.
Friends are second.
Friends are with you wherever you go.
It could be from a book or in your imagination.
They could be in school, your car, on the web
Heck, even people at the gas station!
Friends are with you wherever and you don’t know it.
Family
Everyone loves their family, right?
Maybe.
But even so, loved ones do care about you,
even if your family is just your friends.
Happiness is everywhere.
What’s yours?
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
The moon rose huge in the sky.
It’s craters visible against it’s milky complexion.
Stars danced as if it were a campfire,
burning and crackling in front of them.
It’s amazing how the moon has been confronted,
beaten, and analyzed.
It’s face shaped as if it were sleeping,
frozen in time. Stars appear as the night draws on.
Being born or dying.
Clouds move across the starry sky, wrapping the moon
in a blanket. It seems that the moon is sleepwalking in it’s sleep.
Stumbling, rolling, falling.
Stars catch him as he does and as he reaches the horizon,
the sun comes back, glowing brightly.
As it never seems to sleep, but the moon just
stumbles and falls,
Stumble and falls...
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
Darkness is the way people move.
I walk out at night and see shadows lurking around me.
I lurk around myself, watching the people
pass by, never noticing me.
I walk silently,
not wanting to be accused, noticed, seeable.
I move the way people move, blending in.
I’m alone.
I don’t want to be alone.
Every darkness has a light and my light has been found.
I walk past everyone now,
wanting to be noticeable.
My light shines brightly,
with friendship as my oil.
I smile every time I see them
and I never want to stop.
It make’s me happy.
And I hope…
I hope it makes them happy too.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Rainy days are most calm.
I hear the pitter patter or sometimes the thuds. When I write this
I look out the window and stare. When I do
I think of people I just met and wonder
what they’re doing. Are they in school?
Are they sick?
Are they happy?
I wonder these questions about people. I wonder things like what’s my family doing? How are my friends?
All these questions can be answered, but are never asked.
If I’m driving through town, I look at people who pass by and think
‘I can see you, but I don’t know you. I don’t know what you’re doing,
what you’re going to do, or what you’re thinking
All I can do is sit and watch you pass by.’
These are what I think on rainy days.
And now I wonder…
What do you think?
On rainy days?
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
I sat in a dark, ***** truck
looking at the men around me.
Some of their faces were terrified
and some were proud of honor.
I closed my eyes, praying to god
that I would get home to my family.
I got a letter a few weeks ago that
we were expecting another.
I imagined their faces when they saw me,
imagining the faces of mom and dad
Seeing my children
running into my arms.
I gripped the artillery in my hands
and prayed that this was not my last resort.
'No! I-I don't wanna die!'
The truck stops and everyone stands up.
“LISTEN UP! We're heading into enemy territory!”
The general stands in front of us and we salute.
“Some of us will survive, some of us won't make it.”
He pauses and sounded like he was choking something back.
“So make a promise that none of you will die. Not today. Not ever.”
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC