When I was younger, I used to play in the forest in my backyard. I'd find all sorts of amazing treasures like bottle caps, bottles, and the occasional necklace or earring. But this particular evening, I found the best treasure yet.
I was wandering the path that I had worn into the forest floor when I saw a small, fluffy, blue bundle under a fern. I lifted the fern and the little blue-grey thing moved. I picked it up and realized it was a baby bird! I looked up, wondering where its nest was, but I couldn't see a thing. I noticed the little creature had healing talon marks on its fuzzy stomach. I realized that it had been caught by and
Dear Diary,
Today, my first and only friend left me. He told me I was too quiet and that he couldn't understand me anymore. He just left. No good-byes, no nothing. He just walked away. I was alone before, but now I'm more alone than I ever. It scares me, I need someone by my side.
I'm going to change myself. I'm going to change everything about me. I'm getting new clothes, new hair, new everything. Maybe I can stop hiding behind all the black clothes I wear. Maybe I can make friends. Maybe I can learn to talk to people. Maybe I can learn to trust.
I blame my parents for all the crap I'm going through. My mother's an alcoholic and my dad's
The Man With The Metal Hand by Spike137, literature
Literature
The Man With The Metal Hand
The young ones ran,
oh how they ran,
from the Man with the Metal Hand.
They ran and they jumped,
oh how their hearts pumped,
as they ran form the Man with the Metal Hand.
He chased them past a house,
and they scurried like a mouse,
away from the Man with the Metal Hand.
The smallest tripped and fell,
her scream was shrill as a bell,
she was caught by the Man with the Metal Hand.
The light left her eyes,
so quickly did she die,
killed by the Man with the Metal Hand.
The others still scurried,
oh how they hurried,
terrified of the Man with the Metal Hand.
The middle one was caught,
his blood pumping hot,
as he stared at the
What am I?
I'm trapped in a cage.
Who am I?
My arms are bound.
Why am I here?
I'm chained to a wall.
Who are you?
My ankles are chained.
What did I do?
That's right.
You saw me.
I'm not like you.
So you shoved me in a cage.
I'm not perfect.
You're trying to kill me.
I don't look like you.
Because I'm not you.
I'm different.
What's so different?
You're a monster.
Is it my hair?
You're scared of me.
My eyes?
So you hurt me.
Why do you beat me?
I'm dying.
I'm not that different.
Because of you.
I'm only human
When I was younger, I used to play in the forest in my backyard. I'd find all sorts of amazing treasures like bottle caps, bottles, and the occasional necklace or earring. But this particular evening, I found the best treasure yet.
I was wandering the path that I had worn into the forest floor when I saw a small, fluffy, blue bundle under a fern. I lifted the fern and the little blue-grey thing moved. I picked it up and realized it was a baby bird! I looked up, wondering where its nest was, but I couldn't see a thing. I noticed the little creature had healing talon marks on its fuzzy stomach. I realized that it had been caught by and
Dear Diary,
Today, my first and only friend left me. He told me I was too quiet and that he couldn't understand me anymore. He just left. No good-byes, no nothing. He just walked away. I was alone before, but now I'm more alone than I ever. It scares me, I need someone by my side.
I'm going to change myself. I'm going to change everything about me. I'm getting new clothes, new hair, new everything. Maybe I can stop hiding behind all the black clothes I wear. Maybe I can make friends. Maybe I can learn to talk to people. Maybe I can learn to trust.
I blame my parents for all the crap I'm going through. My mother's an alcoholic and my dad's
The Man With The Metal Hand by Spike137, literature
Literature
The Man With The Metal Hand
The young ones ran,
oh how they ran,
from the Man with the Metal Hand.
They ran and they jumped,
oh how their hearts pumped,
as they ran form the Man with the Metal Hand.
He chased them past a house,
and they scurried like a mouse,
away from the Man with the Metal Hand.
The smallest tripped and fell,
her scream was shrill as a bell,
she was caught by the Man with the Metal Hand.
The light left her eyes,
so quickly did she die,
killed by the Man with the Metal Hand.
The others still scurried,
oh how they hurried,
terrified of the Man with the Metal Hand.
The middle one was caught,
his blood pumping hot,
as he stared at the
Dear Future Husband/Boyfriend,
While most girls like the big fancy things,
I love the simple things.
They make me happy.
I love watching the sunset with someone I love.
I love watching a movie on a rainy day, and hugging when we get cold.
I love the cheap, simple jewelry that doesn't break the bank.
I love just being around you.
I'm one of the simple girls.
Who as long as they are around the one they love,
They're happy.
I love going to cheap restaurants just to be with you.
I love the conversations we have.
I love taking long walks together.
I love just being around you.
I'm they kind of girl
Who loves being around the people