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#11
RoydonLeeJ Wrote:There's people knocking...
There's people knocking on my door...
There's people knocking on my door. What's that smell?
It's subtle, but strong,
It catches in my throat, it's dry, coarse,
Deep breath in.
I cough, I can't stop.
I cough and
I cough and
I cough and
I cough and
I cough and
I cough and
I cough and
I choke.
What is that smell?
The knocking stopped.


Were you maybe saved by a lovely fireman? Rolleyes
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#12
Suddenly, the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Suddenly, the hate of the world tries to scold us.
Suddenly, the weight of the world gets too much.
Suddenly, I'm slipping, I need a crutch.
I slip. I fall. I scream. I crawl.
I'm in agony. I'm in dystrophy.
More than pain, nothing gained.
I'm right back to the start,
With a lot less soul, and no heart.
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#13
This is my favourite so far, there is no title, but enjoy. Also any and all criticisms are welcome Smile

Tip-toe through the tulips,
Skipping through the streets,
Smiling, waving and saying hello
To everyone I meet.

The sun is hot and high,
The sky is swimming pool blue,
The breeze is just perfect
It's a brilliant August two.

Kids are running, screaming joyful,
Dogs bark and fetch their sticks,
The birds chirp happy, playful,
As do their teenage chicks.

A day that is more perfect,
A day better than this,
I do not think there is one,
I don't think it exists.
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#14
The contents of this book are as follows:
I: Prologue
1: Introduction
2: How to get what you want
3: How to ignore others
4: How to get away with it
5: You know what it is
6: You remember, you dirty piece of shit
7: That boy you killed
8: That innocent child
9: How to repair the bonnet of a 2002 Ford Fiesta
10: How to hide the evidence
11: They know
12: You know that they know
13: It's only a matter of time
14: You're a sick man
15: How to grow chrysanthemums from corpses
16: How to live your entire life in secrecy and hiding
17: This chapter will be pointlessly long, just like the heading which you are reading right now. It will be an account of how someone like you could try to evade the law system in which ever country you live in, however it is only likely to work in the distant depth of Atlantis because pieces of shit like you deserve to get the chair for what you've done. You will be caught and brought to justice.
18: How to bake the best pies in London
19: Controlling the habit; you've killed again
20: Scum
Epilogue: What weapon would you use if you decided to be a serial killer?
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#15
In the gap between light and dark,
In the void between life and death,
In the chasm between good and evil.
In the between...

Don't stand in doorways,
Stay hidden at midnight,
Stay in during twilight...
Or they will get you,
The fey will get you...

Don't step into a faerie ring,
The fey will come and they will sing,
They dance and frolic away the gloom,
They have you trapped and you are doomed.

Run now,
Run and hide,
The fey people are out tonight,
In the twilight,
The moonlight at midnight,
They'll get you.

Not evil, not bad,
Only in between,
But follow the fey
And into into the abyss you'll careen.
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#16
Make-up smeared across my face.
Hair tangled. Knotted. Wild.
My head is pounding.
What did I take?
What did he give me?
My head.
My head!
Last night...

My tights are ripped.
He used my stairway to heaven.
He used me.
Ugh, my heel snapped.
That's... a bruise on my arm.
Ow, it stings.
It burns.
Are they rope burns?

What have I done?
What have I gotten my self into?
Who have I turned into?
I'm disgusting.
I'm vile, I'm so filthy.
Last night.
Every night.
Slut.
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#17
Who is that looking at me?
They seem troubled.
Are they?
They seem scared?
Are they hurt?
They're bleeding.
Not visibly,
Not under the skin,
Deeper than that.
It's in their eyes.
I see it.
Blood.
Not real blood.
Emotional blood.
Emotional pain.
Emotion.
I realise that I haven't seen that in a while.
I haven't seen that in my little mirror room.
I haven't seen that for years.
For thirty six years.
Now that I'm out I want, no...
I need to go back.
I need to not be free.
That pain is out here.
I'm safe from it in there.
Away from the world.
I run back.
I slam the mirror room door.
I hear the sound of glass hitting glass.
Glass hitting the floor.
Glass shattering.
I'm stuck.
I'm not longer trapped.
I'm trapped.
I cannot escape any more.
There is no escape.
I'm going to die.
Out here.
I would have been safe.
I would have survived.
I'm dead.
Oh, the pain.
It hit me.
I caught it.
I'm infected.
I look into a shard of broken mirror.
I pick it up and look closer.
Closer.
I see it.
On my face.
In my face.
Under my skin.
Behind my eyes.
I hold the shard to my neck.
I drag it across.
It stings.
My senses are dulling.
It's going dark.
It's ending.
It's over.
I'm dead.
I hit the floor.
My corpse hits the floor.
I get up.
I'm in my mirror room.
I'm trapped.
I'm no longer trapped.
I'm stuck, and I'm free.
This is what I wanted.
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#18
I can't love.
I'm unable to love,
I can't love like I want to.

I love my friends,
Family, that's easy.
I can't find love.

I want to love,
I'm coming to that place now.
I'll be there soon.

Until you go,
Until you're gone,
I cannot love a man.

I sleep around.
I'd call myself a slut.
I need it.

I will find love.
I'm sure of it,
Now that you're leaving.

I can move on at last.
I can close the chapter.
I'm no longer yours.

I'm free.
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#19
Dark and full of emotion. I like your writing style
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#20
Notice me,
I'm screaming out,
Notice me!
I want some attention!
I want YOUR attention!
Hello?
Hello!?
I cut,
I starve
And
I puke!
Now notice me!
I want some attention!
This is a cry for help.
Help me,
Before I really hurt myself.
Help me,
Notice me.
Or I'll die.
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