Poetry and short stories :) Feel free to post your stuff

[Mz. Hyde]

How is it
That I cannot hold
Her velvet hand to mine
Wthout you barricading us with insults
And how do you
Speak but never learn

We're just as human as you
And her soft, silent lips
Ruining the secret
So beautiful
You threw arrows of hatred at our hearts
Dead alive

We breathe
But no longer feel
No long live

People like you
Are the reason that people like me
Steal away their own lives to early
Try to undo a beautiful life
By unraveling
Each thread
One by one
Until all we're left with
Is a crimson mess

But at least we still have pride
And more courage
Than you ever will

Because we're still here
And we're not going down
Without a fight.

[A Day To Forget]

omg that is buitiful....

[Mz. Hyde]

Prejudice
Shatters your pride
Leaves it in the dust
Like your scattered ashes
Like the shards of crimson splattered silver
Left behind
After you tried to leave the world
That hated you so dearly

Judgement
Takes over them
Possessed
They're no longer willing to give you
The chances and opportunites
That they give the others

The normal, respectable ones
That live, love, breathe
Normally
Don't try to stand out
Be different
Be courageous, be proud
Just try
To fit in

Prejudice
Shatters an already broken heart
Mauls your self-confidence to pieces
Kills you slowly, painfully
Torturously
Until there's nothing left of you

Possessed
Their glazed eyes
Engulf you with their hatred
Hold your stare
As they drive your soul from your body
Your heart from your chest

Mother, I'm not a demon

I'm a human
Just like
Th others.

[Exia]

Dead Alive~ Do you mind if I quote you on these? You're a very good writer.

[Mz. Hyde]

@ Exia : Thanks :3
And no, I don't mind at all ;)

[Exia]

Ok Keep writing!

[Mz. Hyde]

;)

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The darkness scratches at the doors
As I draw closer
Shiny hazel eyes light up the darkness
Disappear into the silence of the night
Two steps further
Not too fast, not too slow

Scarred
After he hurt you
All those years ago
I'm the first one you trusted enough
To let me love you

Both forgiving and forgiven
I know but never speak
The words

She will never hurt me
Nor will I her

The doors swing open
And the inky black monster
Comes to suffocate us
To cover our trails
Brush over our marks

To tear us apart
Once and forall

Because, once the darkness has swept over
And the midnight turns to dusk
All that will remain
Shalt be our ashes and our tears

And the memories
That the others will forget
Once we have finished burning
And become

Angelic devils

No wrong doing
Except to exist.

[Fawnie]

My favorite of yours, Dead Alive. You should make your own forum if you don't have one already! I'm already a follower.

[Gothic_Wolf]

This is one of her forums, but yeah I have to admit I love reading her poems, Dead Alive is an AMAZING poet!

[Mz. Hyde]

Thanks guys ;)
You're all so sweet, and I love your work too ;)

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This is my creative writing assignment for English, I have being wanting to publish it for a while now..
I've made some sight edits..
It's not the greatest, but it means a lot to me :)

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Bittersweet

Alone, I walk the solemn streets of my mind, of a lonesome world that stole away my pride and innocence, then ripped me to pieces and visciously tore apart the very fabric of my dreams.

I remember when they found us. Soft lips gently caressed my face, as she told me how much she loved me. We are so happy, so perfect. They burst through the door, kicking, screaming, blaming each other, blaming me. I took her hand and we ran like hell from this living nightmare, who's only goal was to tear us apart.

I miss the days when she could hold me high, and we could live and love in peace without prejudice or hatred. Without being lost in the walls or this painful existance, this stereotypical society.

They caught me, later that day, beat me until I was torn and bloody and left me, alone, with tears in my eves and my pride shattered like the shards of a broken glass mirror, I gathered up what was left of my life and pulled myself up harshly off the unforgiving ground. In my hand, I held her torn, frayed photograph. In my pocket, the soft rattle of the pill bottle reminding me that I am not alone.
Never alone.

I remember when I was still small, when they'd hold me high, spin me to the sky, and tell me that I was perfect. How proud they were of their perfect little girl. How did all that love amount to all this revulsion?

Even when I was small, terrified, naive, and I tried to tear myself apart, thinking, hoping desperately, that it would get better. Theylooked in to my eyes and told me that no matter my scars: physical, mental, emotional, that I was still their daughter. That they still loved me, and always would.

Look at me now, all these moths later. She found peace in pill bottles, blood and her slow, painful demise. Apparently she loved me until her dying day, apparently she still does. I look now at her crumpled photograph, trace the contours of her soft face, her cheeky dimpled smile, those loving, yet mischevious eyes. Her heart, so full of love and trust. My sleeping beauty, burried six feet under, never to awaken. Her precious life stolen away too young. So lost in all thier hatred. Their images of the girl that she was supposed to be.

As I mourn silently for my lost love, I write her the letter that I should've written her all those months ago. While there was still time. For her. For us.

" I'm so sorry for everything
The pain our love caused you, and everyone around us
the sufferrening the you eventually succumbed to
I'm sorry that I didn't do more to save you
I will always love you, Hannah

X "

Now, as I stand in silence on the edge of the world, the jagged cliffs invite me to join them. So that they may bleed dry my already bloodless body. Choking down the last of the white pills, I swallow back my shields of tears, Kiss her photograph goodbye. Memories were all I had to live for. But now, as I take my final leap of faith, without a care in the world, all I have are thoughts, hopes and dreams, for the day that we meet again.

Now my sou is free, lost in the gentle breeze, finally at peace.
Without me.

Now, there's nothing left of me but a pile of blood and bone, with a final scream rattling through the remians. It wasn't the ending I hoped for, but the ending I deserved. A useless broken body, never found, never loved, never to breathe. Again.

I'm sorry, Hannah.