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I wish I was a little boy again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than a broken heart
My friend Ashton wrote this on Facebook and I liked it so I decided to share it :)
****, but don't ******,
Be hidden in plain sight,
No matter where the evil lives,
How powerful the evil may be,
The night shall come to slay the body of evil and banish it's soul to Seclum.
Seclum-Hell like place. The Shadow is another character from a book I am writing called "Reaperhood". The Shadow is a deity of stealth and magic and is a good character.
I feel so lonely, like I'm not even supposed to be here.
I'm in the background of every photo.
No-one ever replies to me, and when they do it's only a basic one word answer.
I try to be happy but I get treated like I'm just everyone's plaything, only there when they need help, or feel lonely themselves.

My heart hurts, I just want to cry.
I want to be gone from this, but I don't want to die.
Technology doesn't work properly when I try to use it.
Girls that I like don't even bother, the only girls that do, are the girls that I'm not attracted to.

And I hate writing sad things, but I need to find a way to get it out.
I know I'll still feel lonely but maybe, just maybe, someone will tell me that they are going through the same....

I'm lonely and I'm sorry.
I don't stalk the night,
I am it.
I am not a predator.
I hunt them.

I do not fear the light,
I blind it.
I am not a monster,
I scare them.

My skeleton is my body
and Su-Fan is my name.
Beware it!
This is based on a character from a story I am writing called "Reaperhood". As you can tell, he is an evil character.
I looked at the body sprawled out on the ground.
I saw people run from all directions as soon as it happened.
As soon as the car crashed, and the driver landed.
People screamed, people cried, People gasped.

I looked at the body sprawled out on the floor.
Someone was calling for a doctor, someone was calling for a medic.
Everything was hectic after that brief few minutes when everything slowed.
At first, all people could do was stand in disbelief.

I looked at the body sprawled out on road.
The ****** corpse with a distant look in it's eyes.
Made me remember what had happened.
Just the look it the eyes gave me the memory.

Before I was carried away to Heaven.
Alone on an island with nowhere to go.
Cast away from the world by a shipwrecked boat.
The water of the ocean laps over my feet and the white sand beach.
Wind blows through my long thick hair as I sit alone.

10 months it has been since I last saw my mother.
9 months it has been since I last saw my wife.
She vanished into the murky waters that very night.
I am here, alone and stranded.

Most days I gaze out on the horizon just planning out my days.
I miss civilisation much although my memory of it has faded.
The sun glimmers in the warm and blue clear sky.
I look back on my life and I am sorry for the bad things I have done.

I'm sorry for the people I hurt.
I'm sorry to the wife I lost.
I'm sorry to my mother who grieves my death.
But maybe, it is for the best.
A ten word poem? How hard is that to right?
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