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Now I lay me down to sleep
Remembering the day
While up the stairs he'll slowly creep
And soon I'll be his prey

First I shall hear a sound
and venture out to find the source
Once the terrible hunter is found
I'll run, then scream, then trip (of course)

From this forest I was forbidden
Staying safe from nature, sweet yet cruel
But no matter how hard I try to stay hidden
The hunter shall always rule

As I looked into his cold, dead eyes
I silently prepared for my demise
Constructive criticism welcomed.
you took
everything
i ever threw at you
in perfect stride
how was i
supposed to know
that it was
all
a lie
Rethinking old things.
Again.
Strong as thunder,
fast as lightning.
It's no wonder,
it's so frightening.

In any moment
could be striking.
The name? Love,
and feels amazing.
That must be a
Halloween mask...

I know you're not
That good looking.



SoulSurvivor
This one's a cut on
behalf of Wolf Spirit...

Whoever is hacking him
better watch out!
10 months
10. miserable. months.
gray
dark
I blend in with shadows
I exist
at least I think
but I'm not alive
existing and living are not the same thing
I'm not even sad anymore
I'm just numb
numb numb numb
I'm breathing
barely
but i can't feel
i can't feel
i can't feel
why can't i feel?
im just falling
fading
a memory
hard to believe it really happened
maybe im still dreaming
but i can't seem to wake up
emotionless
so much worse than the pain
Tick tick tick
I live in a world a grey
Tick tick tick
I can't breathe I can't breathe
Tick tick tick
Alone. So alone.
Tick tick tick
All my fault all my fault
Tick tick tick
She's could have been dead
Tick tick tick
I could have killed her
Tick tick tick
She's gone because of me
Tick tick tick
Broken shattered bleeding
Tick tick tick
When did I become a murderer
Tick tick tick
The story is nearing its end
Tick tick tick
The story of my twisted mind
Tick tick tick
Tick tick tick tick tick
TICK TICK TICK
TICKTICKTICKTICK TICKTICKTICKTICK
...tick
......tick
.........tick
........
And all that was left was ashes
Because she was the ticking...
...and the ticking...
...was not a clock.
Please comment I would REALLY really appreciate feedback
I really identify with goldilocks
Always somewhere she is unwelcome
Gets herself in trouble
Always chooses incorrectly first more than once
And gets burnt and frozen and hurt
Breaks everything she touches
And gets Injured in the process
Unintentionally crushes what isn't hers
Causing other people pain without meaning too
But It's too late to fix by time she does
And in the end
She always runs away
Never facing her fears
That's perfect description of me.
As I look in the mirror
I begin to stare
Who is the girl standing their
Faking her smile
Forcing her laugh
When really her heart is about to
CRACK
The mirror shatters
I duck to miss the pieces
Flying through the air
But as one passes by me
I just can't help but stare
The girl I saw before
Is still standing there
But now tears stream down her face
Because no one cares
No one cares how she feels
No ones kind enough to ask
So she wipes her eyes
Looks away
And walks away at last
The girl I saw in the mirror
During the summer when I was five
Has suddenly sprung to life
She is now alive
I'm the girl in the mirror
I reflect her
Skin and bones
So now I know how it feels
To feel like your all alone
We are all colours of the
Rainbow, each droplets  
Of ink different from the
Written,
Wrote,
Penned
Above, below, left & write
We are each a shade  different
To the others, we may use the
Same ink, but my
Pen,
Thought,
Sight
Is different to all in the rainbow,
We are each the same, but all
Unique
Different
Views
Of written life, expressed through our
Mindscape, write my droplets before
"Your ink evaporates"
Embrace all surroundings,
With words that are our expressions of life.
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