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Stare away into a vacuum. There's always something entertaining happening in that
vacuum and it needs your undivided attention.
2. Master a blank expression especially when staring into the vacuum or directly at
anyone.
3. Never laugh or smile in social gatherings or ever.
4. Be a miser with your words, use one-word responses and add a few grunts and
guttural sounds to your vocabulary.
5. Believe every male is a ******.
6. Never show emotions, especially obvious ones like happiness, surprise, or sadness.
These may serve as conversation starters and you don't want that.
7. Don't necessarily avoid all eye contact. If the person is obviously determined to
make contact with your pupils, give it to them. Stare them down and continue to
stare. If they say something, don't respond just keep staring.
8. Crushing on someone? Don't even bother. They don't want you.
9. Fine, you can't help your crush, these eyes you must definitely avoid.
10. Use up all your tech gadgets, phones, iPods, even a **** calculator can help,
after all the measly remains of your bank account isn't going to check itself.
Anything with words u can pretend to read is also helpful, even your last grocery
receipt that you just randomly found in your purse.
11. "I don't know" is a very good answer for almost every question you're asked.
To make it seem less harsh (if you even care) you can substitute for "not sure"
12. Always pretend to listen, nods and grunts are helpful for this.
13. The less you move your body or your face the better, they're all watching you,
judging you, trying to study you remember that.
14. Paranoia is your friend.
15. Refuse all food or drinks. Do not let them see you eat.
The ground was muddy; dirt and water mixed as one.
She didn't know where she was going-she didn't really care.
Heated from the argument earlier, she felt that the only cure was to keep walking.

Making her way through the muddy forest, at times slipping, her ears forgot to catch the birds singing;
Her eyes forgot to see the beauty around her that Nature had made.
Oh, how blinding anger can be!

Anger steals at one's happiness, giving a life no purpose to go on,
But to defeat your enemy and cast much pain on them as possible.

By the afternoon, the morning mud was now hard with cracks split across in all directions
Cracks that told no lies; cracks that held no secrets
Cracks that told her,'Go home, go home.'

Looking up at the Sky she recalled her last words, then spoke, saying, 'If I must.'

She began making her way home, as the Sky cried, 'No, no, never!'
It opened up and let the tears fall.
The dirt turned back to mud as she picked up her pace, falling.
One mistake she made on her long path home; she put much trust on a dry root.

A lie it was and a hopeless light.
It broke her trust and watched as she fell, fell deep into the pit of Death.
As she fell, she remembered his last words as he ran after her, 'Come home. Come home!'

He watched the Rain in a sickening trans.

He continued to await her arrival as he remembered her last words,

'I am never coming home!'
Who do I turn to,
when I am the only one around?

Parted ways,
with society,
I wonder why I continue to breathe.

What is my reason if the seasons pass me by?
a blur moving slowly, remind me,
Of the faults, I’ve created …
… almost leads me to temptation,
the one promise I’m barely containing;
What’s the point in looking forward to a brand new day?

Unable to profess without judgment,
I have no other choice,
but to lock my heart in my chest.

It’s clear:
Implicating the burdens tackled and experienced
is entirely my fault.
Conclusion leading to guessing that is right: I deserve this.
Years and years of mistakes,
I remain the unchanged.

Old friends,
departing to another place

...I miss the old days.

I can’t bring it back.

nothing really stays the same

I am closer to forgetting
almost letting,
my conscious get the best of me.

Today, it has led me to
Reminiscing.

Tomorrow, it will lead me
to a deluge of cold-blooded thoughts.

The next,
back to dreading
Wishing I could simply
Pass on.

Never have I felt…
**Lonely.
They say the scars of heartbreak make the heart grow stronger
So what of the lonely heart is what I always wonder
Does it shrivel away or become rotten or hollow
What of being alone with no love to follow
Everyone talks of love and hurt but what of emptiness
I would love to even hurt because at least it's experience
No one talks of being alone because there is only me
Sometimes I feel I am the only one ever truely lonely

— The End —