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Chapter One- Unnamed StoryOne
I don’t know where to start. First, many of us, including myself, do not know where we are going. It is a dangerous road for us. I’m assuming all of them are like me. They change. My power feels restless, gnawing at my insides, wanting to come out. I haven’t used it in a long time. Because of that, I don’t know how they found me. I was careful, I didn't use it as much, and, hell, I didn't tell anyone either. I’m all alone here, I know no one. Many people here are huddled in groups. They might have found each other and created a safe haven. They know who has what power, and I guess they took strength from that.
The semi-truck we are huddled in pulls to a stop. The back door opens and two men are stationed with machine guns outside. This is too easy. They yell at us to get out. I realize that they are bringing us into the woods, probably because there is an underground lab somewhere around here. It has to be somewhere rem
DepressionSorrow, love, joy, and pain.
I distance myself from the ones that I've gained.
I'd rather sit alone by myself
Than to feel as though the others ignore
Me their once leader who is no more.
I don't feel emotion when I fall.
My life is a slate full of nothing at all.
That's what depression can do to a soul.
But it's hard to get out when you're trapped by a wall
My MindMy mind
is a slate,
for the thoughts in my head.
To blossom and bloom,
but never to be said.
Sometimes I daydream,
but other times I think.
Of ideas for my life,
of ideas for the world.
is a slate,
for math and science.
So the understanding
can be understood
for each complexity.
Sometimes I struggle,
but other times I persevere.
Of the concepts of my studies,
of the concepts of the world.
is a slate,
for my dreams
to come true.
To become a reality,
so I can live them out.
Sometimes I think I will
never be able to help
the people in need,
but I believe.
My mind is racing.
go through my brain.
Cannot think of what happened.
Depression, guilt, loneliness
will follow the thinking.
Must keep racing,
my heart is racing,
Black fades to white.
Figures come closer...
I can see the words on his lips
No, no, no, NO!
I cannot think of that again.
I try to move,
to avert my eyes,
but I'm stuck here,
and I can't look away
Now I'm awake,
and I'm in my own bed.
But then I think
of my dream,
and what he said.
I loved him,
I think of this,
Because my mind,
I drift into my dreamscape.
It starts off only
the same as it is has
The landscape scatters,
and then shapes form,
creating the scene.
Today my dream is in the forest.
In it is my meadow,
where my best dreams
I wander through the trees,
and stand at the edge of the clearing.
something is different.
I see someone,
sitting in the middle of the clearing.
It is hunched over the flowers.
and stirs the insects
that were once sitting on the petals.
I walk toward it,
for I am not afraid.
As I walk,
and it is a man,
a human being.
and greets me with open arms.
I stare up at him,
for he is only a bit taller than me.
He is a man.
He has brown eyes,
and I feel so warm in his arms.
We sit a while,
His laugh makes me smile.
And he tussles his hair
when he gets nervous.
He takes my hand,
and we sit there,
but only a while.
He lets go,
RememberRemember the time,
When we held hands?
When we snuggled together,
And looked at the stars?
Remember that time when
We stood together,
And no one found out
When we almost
Merged and Collided,
And galaxies exploded?
Nods, glances, waves,
In the hall.
Remember that time,
That point in our lives?
Remember when this
With that one dance,
and the happiness grew,
from then on.
But now it's all over.
When those words that
You spoke to me,
Killed me all over.
When you came to make that break.
I was lost,
Drowning in my tears.
Because I loved you,
Now I feel lost and confused.
What did I ever do to you?
I've lost part of myself.
Because I feel like I was
Connected to you.
These are the words I cannot speak,
Because it would be to awkward.
Or so you say.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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