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 Feb 2015
Sydney Ann
he never lets
anyone in

and probably
never will

he keeps it locked
away inside

so good at secrets
no one is even

suspicious
Wrote this in creative writing class
 Feb 2015
Andie May ostrander
With broken wings
still i sing
i am far from death
and with this dream i will burn
**all the world has left
 Feb 2015
Andie May ostrander
I stand but, I am fallen
Broken I mean nothing
Should I listen to these words
or should I stand up stronger

Hate Is all around me
Broken I am falling
Nobody can see how bad words hurt me.
But I will stand when they call me nothing.
I stand but I am falling

We are the fallen broken we are forsaken
I know you hear the same words
That tack away your worth.
But with these broken wings we will stand don't give in to the dream land it will be ok someday
Don't hang your head broken little angel sadden  by the world
their words wont take away your worth
 Feb 2015
ryn
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•they'd               
come at night•               
these footsteps are               
never light• always                    
heavy and running ar-                      
ound•...they are annoy-                        
ingly creepy..., these aw-                       
ful sounds•every night,                          
after eleven without                        
fail•into rooms,                        

us they would                        
tail• making a                        
din overhead                        
•when all                        
                         should
                        be quiet inste-
                         ad•like barefooted
                          children i would ***-
                          ume...•wandering and
                          exploring into every ro-
                           om•...could they come
                            wilfully•from the cou-
                                ple who live above
                            me•i very much

                             doubt so•bec-
                             ause this much
                             i know...•that
                             the neigh-

bour up-                    
stairs, they're                        
old•frail and meek;                            
never bold•they'd re-                            
tire early•after late, ne-                            
ver a party•now... there                            
the feet go again•drivi-                            
ng me almost insane•                            
on my ceiling now,                            
they're pacing•                        

they know i kn-                        
ow and they are                        
playing•these                        
invisible                        
                        feet•ne-
                        ver would we
                            meet•one thing for
                           sure•this is not a friv-
                            olous tour•determined
                            to tell•that they exist
                              as well•nothing i'm
                               certain but it is clear
                               •i think they really
                              like it here...•

                              •i don't think
                               they're leavi-
                              ng•they're
                 ­              bent on


staying...
.
I live in an apartment on the 2nd storey. My family and I would hear these footsteps every night.

Initially we would dismiss it to be the neighbour living upstairs but that became very improbable simply because the couple who lives above us are far too old to be jumping and skipping in the wee hours...

We have tried ignoring the sounds but they would intensify. We'd hear intentional heavy footsteps, running, jumping between rooms but most of the time they would follow us to whichever room we're in.

Lately these sounds had progressed to rapping on the concrete walls in my bedroom. I could hear them as I lay in bed knocking and tapping on the wall by me.

The thing is... I live in a corner apartment and beyond that wall is the exterior of the building... There is no way anyone could be on the opposite side of that wall...

Creepy much?
.
 Jan 2015
Sydney Ann
Violets are blue
Roses are red
How many tears over you can I shed

Daisies are yellow
Cherry blossoms so pink
When you walk by me
I swear that I shrink


Silverleaf shines
with a sparkling sheen
*I sit in the garden
I hold in my scream
I need to get rid
Of the pressure inside
But I bottle it up
And I sit here and hide.
When love turns into break-up turns into misery turns into fear.
 Jan 2015
Sydney Ann
Dread is like a worm
Eating you inside
Rages like a fighting storm
There's nowhere left to hide.*

Dread is like a poison
Running through your veins
Always inescapable
It slips inside your brain*

YOU NEVER SEE IT COMING
IT'S ALWAYS AT YOUR SIDE
WAITING FOR THE DARK TO COME
TO TEAR UP YOUR INSIDES
 Jan 2015
Sydney Ann
I grow inside you
Love the dark
My teeth are sharper
than a shark's.

I'm cold as death
I make you run
(For me that's fun)


You're waiting for me
All the time
I'm hidden in your
children's rhymes.


Ashes ashes you have the plague
Humpty dumpty Rome starts to fade

I'm always here
I'm always near


**So try as you may
To keep me at bay
But I'm here to stay
 Jan 2015
Sydney Ann
Trust in the light
Sink to the night
Release all the fight
Fall to the night

Rippling shadows
Echoing screams
Dwindling hopes
Shattering dreams


Calm your heart
Close your eyes
Feel the fear trapped inside

Let it go
Relax your head
Calm your mind
Unhook your dread

Trust in the light
Sink to the deep
Release all the fight
Fall to the night
 Jan 2015
Sydney Ann
Once upon a time of darkness
I came upon my greatest fear
It thickened
And twirled through
It made me stiff
As I grew near
I freeze,
I don't know what to do
I just hope I'll make it through*

It haunts me as I walk through life
This fear it cuts me
Sharp as knives

We're vulnerable to this lethal fear
But if you challenge
If you fight
This fear can no longer
Rule the night
 Jan 2015
Sydney Ann
Letting people
Into my heart
And onto my body
is a scary violation
And a vulnerability.
Allowing a person access
To everything
How can I?

Maybe I have trust issues... I just don't know how to deal
 Jan 2015
Tiberias Paulk
Corpses grind forgotten bones
to realign them all with homes
empty whispers in hollow ears
that funnel wind all through the years
a life of listening is wasted time
blind your eyes and close your mind

— The End —