Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  Feb 2015 Jackie White
a
The child, she
woke up in
the middle of the night,
and felt the
air freeze
around her little height,
but what if
the thing
under the bed, it
ended up
being
all in her head

But like Dumbledore
said, does that
make it any
less real
For it being in her
head, the monster
would be
more deadly
than ever,
than real

Because she wouldn't have the power to stop it existing
Jackie White Feb 2015
Your love for me keeps me going
I can never forget it.
Your my everything
My world
I can write about everything
but you stump me
You tell me how you feel
but all i can say is
"Thanks me too."
But you mean so much more then that
You mean everything to me
And although i'm leaving
Ill never be gone
Ill always be by your side.
I never lie.
Especially when i say.
I Love You.
Well, if you have questions about this, just message me or something. I dont know what to explain.
Jackie White Feb 2015
The warmth comforted her
The strong arms told her she was safe.
What happened?
His deep voice startled her as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
His blue eyes glowed in the dimming sun.
What happened?
The warmth was colder.
The strong arms really held her anymore.
What happened?
His voice changed. Not for the better.
His eyes no longer glowed when he looked at her.
What happened?
He got worse.
It got worse.
What happened?
He didn’t text her.
He didn’t talk to her.
What happened?
It’s my fault.
I must’ve done something.
What happened?
He could at least talk to me though!
I have no idea what’s going on!
What happened?
Just yesterday he was saying he loved her
Now he took that back
What happened?
She loved him.
He loved her.
What happened?
He hated her.
She was angry at him.
What happened?
Another girl came.
She took him away.
What happened?
She loved him.
But he loved another.
What happened?
About a relationship falling apart. Wrote it referring to my own, and it came out more true then i intended. For example, i wrote about another girl coming in and at the time it was written, no such thing happened. But it turns out in the end, one did come and official ended what couldve been.
Jackie White Feb 2015
The strings tightened their grip on her wrist.
She couldn’t fight them.
She needed help.
The knives were so close, yet so far away.
If only she could reach them.
If she fought hard enough
She could.
It’s happened before
They have escaped before.
They fought, and they won.
But there are those who didn’t win
Those who fought and lost.
They were replaced.
They were ignored
They were left behind.
That’s why she didn’t fight.
She was scared
What if she couldn’t fight them?
What if she lost?
The strings moved her hands
As the marionettist gently moved them.
Her hand rose above her head
The little girl below her covered her face
No. NO! STOP!
She had had enough
The strings broke her skin as she resisted.
The blood flowed down the strings
As she fought.
The marionettist was getting impatient.
I helped you. Now you help me. That’s only fair, right?
He said. For a second, she believed him.
No. It’s not.
She reached for the knives. She was winning.
But they were still out of reach.
Then the strings broke.
She had won.
She was free.
And she was done with the strings.
This is about letting yourself be controlled by other people. The marionette would represent those who control others and have them do their ***** work. The puppet didnt want to hurt people anymore so she fought and broke free.
But there were those who tried and failed, those who were left behind and abandoned.
Think about high school.
Marionette - Populars, the ones who manipulate others
Puppet - Shy ones, the ones who can be manipluated
Lost Puppets - The bullied, the ones who had fought for whats right and lost
Little Girl - Think of her as the friend that was there for the Puppet for the longest time, but then met the Marionette and the Puppet left the Girl. Maybe she tried to get the Puppet back, but the Marionette wouldnt let that happen. The Puppet wouldnt hurt the girl though, so she fought and finally won her freedom back.
I saw someone today         
and they said                                        
I hate you                                              
I asked why
They replied
You hate yourself
So why shouldn't I

I never looked in that mirror again
If love was a person
That person would love all
This person would sacrifice their life to make you smile
What if love was a rose
Love would smell beautiful
Love would be Devine
What if love was a dove
It would fly high without a worry
Her wings would soar forever
No one can be sure what love is
But we can still try find out

It all starts with a smile
Then two hands combine
And as two souls become one
They make their own love
That no other can share
Next page