Find the casual sun day
Starting with the stumbling wake-up, the strained smile
Smelling the hurried breakfast, bile up her throat
Shrinks away from it, queasy, holding her stomach
Never letting it leave her, the emptiness filling up
Inside her, determined to make it last
Heavy textbooks never all that’s holding her down
Uncertainty sawing through her, the only thing filling
What she considers a burden, but how could hunger
Be so cruel?
It’s drilling into her, snarling, never dulling
Never letting up, just a little longer
A little longer...
She dry heaves, it’s a tiny stall
And the walls are closing in
She’s crying, but even in the next stall
You couldn’t hear her, but running in
You saw her look swaying
She’s deeper in then even she knows
Deeper then you cut your wrists
A slammed door is her arrival
And her descending
She washes her face, and you’re right next to her
You eye each other, warily
Both knowing something of the other
But not quite recognizing the feeling
The bell roars, she and you
Walk towards the graphitized door
Both glad to go another’s separate ways
So on and never say
Never meet.
Starting with the stumbling wake-up, the strained smile
Smelling the hurried breakfast, bile up her throat
Shrinks away from it, queasy, holding her stomach
Never letting it leave her, the emptiness filling up
Inside her, determined to make it last
Heavy textbooks never all that’s holding her down
Uncertainty sawing through her, the only thing filling
What she considers a burden, but how could hunger
Be so cruel?
It’s drilling into her, snarling, never dulling
Never letting up, just a little longer
A little longer...
She dry heaves, it’s a tiny stall
And the walls are closing in
She’s crying, but even in the next stall
You couldn’t hear her, but running in
You saw her look swaying
She’s deeper in then even she knows
Deeper then you cut your wrists
A slammed door is her arrival
And her descending
She washes her face, and you’re right next to her
You eye each other, warily
Both knowing something of the other
But not quite recognizing the feeling
The bell roars, she and you
Walk towards the graphitized door
Both glad to go another’s separate ways
So on and never say
Never meet.
Artwork by me
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try
What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try
Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
Liyah (me)
Once i was having a day dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 year old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are you doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner you guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?
