RejectYou tried to save meBut I wasn't readyYou knew the girl of Spring 2011, carefree, brave, confidentBut how would you feelFor the girlOf Winter 2011?You cared.She didn't know."No one would care if I died"She whispered, a wordless whisper,"I would..." He started, nervous"I love you..."But she ignored him.She had suffered too much pain.But he still tried. He loved that poor, broken girl.And she shut him out.Three years later,I try,To apologise.To tell you,I loved you,But was too weakTo say it.You haven't changed,I have.But some days I wonder,Would it have been differentHad I just replied in kind?
LonelinessI'll share a drink with you,And may it be called Loneliness...But it's betterthan sitting heredrinkingalone.
Heartless?Heartless"Chemist, join this group"I breathed. This was it.I had to come off well, didn't I?This was my first chance to show that I was a new confident woman.I exhaled. Walked up to the front."So, did I miss anything interesting in the lecture? Anything I wouldn't know?"The guy standing next to me looked at me surprised. I did a quick check. He was hot, I liked his smile, slightly slanted.The group leader turned to face me "wasn't there"I turned to the guy,"So, did I miss anything?"I had made my fringe half cover my face. Okay, I admit it, I knew I had great hair. Red, couldn't be resisted."Urm..." He started, I knew at that point I had started to trap him."No, nothing unusual, basically like every other talk"I smiled, a fake one, just because I'm heartless doesn't mean I don't know when things are necessary."Thanks, trains suck. I'm Alanna""I'm Guy", he smiled nervously. I laughed inwardly, what a name!We entered a lab, the whole group of us and stood
To Love Beyond LivingSoft strokes on your backAs you weepAre sweetYou left meI'm numbYou've left me so weakI'll sit and cryAnd you'll wonder whyTo love beyond livingis, to me a crime
AttachmentSometimesThe words you want to sayAre too painful to bareI love you, is simpleThese words, are not.I'm independent,Too strong to depend on anyoneBut can't you see?You're breaking my wallsShattering them.I'm terrified.Would I pull myself back togetherIf I let myself believeAnd find outthat it doesn't exist?But...The fact still remainsI need you...And I couldn't be me without you.
FailureI've lost my dreamIt's shattered, goneI stand here with shards surrounding meDreams of a futureA career and happinessgone and I'm left here hopelessSo once again,I turn to the bladeto find it gone. I thought I'd recoveredI was denied my hopeit laughs in my faceDeath, is what I want.
DeservingI don't deserve you.That much is true.You're everythingI could ask for...No wait,you're more.Yet here you standIn front of meWhen will I wake up,Is this a dream?I blinkI pinchBut you're still there,Why...Why do you care?You are perfect.I can't say more.Problems seem simpleWhen your words come throughI'll smile, grinBe the girl I know I can.But...I don't deserve you.That much is true.
HopeA dark sooty tunnelNo sense of light, or endSits a young girl, dyingOf her own self miseryA hand reaches with a smileAnd pulls her outWords act like hugsHer spirit risesWith his words, she returnsShe brings back her old truthsWhat were once memoriesShe removes from boxesShe’s a new girlConfident, smiling, laughingHe stands looking at his workHe’ll catch her if she fallsNo one recognises this girlThey only recognise her shellHer soul has returnedShe’ll prove them all wrong.She barely recognises herselfBut she’s not aloneShe stands strong with a friendA friend who pieced her back togetherA friend, called hope.
Dear LaniDear Lani,I am writing to you to tell you how...I am writing to you...Do you know what you did?I know you're there. Still trying to escape.You took control for three years, Lani, did you know that?You've left yourself behind, can't you see that?I do. Whenever I wear a short sleeved t-shirt, or even shorts. The self concious behaviour I exhibit whenever I want to be touched, or loved, it's you. Not me. I want to be confident, have a relationship where I can be normal, but I can't. Because of you.You're my paranoia, Lani. You're there when I question myself. Question my feelings. I want to love him? Can't you see that? But whenever I say the words my throat encloses and I feel scared. Vulnerable. Even though he loves me too, and would never reject me. But why, Lani, do you make me feel the way I do?Haven't you done enough?You're my depression, Lani.Whenever I feel down, sad, like a failure, you're quick to pick up the pace and d
New LifeThe dark night beats down upon you, dense rain splattering your face.You've been running so fast, for so long, you feel like you're intaking the entire mass of the sky with every breath you take. Your heart bouncing out of your chest with each beat. Your legs are on fire, burning with a red hot agony that increases by every step forward.Heart pounding, you stop to catch your breath; sweat and rain alike slipping down your face. You turn your head slightly, silently praying that you're alone.No.Now you can hear it... The dull continuous thud, the sound of the horrors you're trying to escape from, the sound of your worst fear getting closer and closer, the sound of death.You spin on the spot and run once again, your chest splitting with the effort of containing your heart inside your ribcage.A dead end blocks your way, you have nowhere to run: you're trapped!The horrors are closer now... CloserSo close...Too close.They surround you like a black cloud, swirling around your arms,
PainParalized by the sufferingA shiver down my spineImages of my past haunt meNo one can save me from this hell
DripDrip, drip, drip.Rain pours on me,Over my face.Wash away my tears.Wash away my sadness.Wash away my emotions.Wash away me.I am the rain.Crack!Thunder booms.Everything's clear,In that moment.I am reborn.
This World is a GameThis world is a game,And a crappy one at that.You can’t save,So information can be lost easily.The plot is unoriginal,And frankly, boring.You can’t chose your character,Everything was already decided for you.It’s full of enemies,So you fight each day.You can lose the game by making silly mistakes,And there is no way to replay it.It’s full of uninteresting days,And unfulfilling characters.This world is a crappy game,But even so,You have to admit,That the graphics are great.
In the darkI am the creatureWho lurks in the darkThe one you never noticeBut who's always thereJust observing the worldWithout really understanding itAnd waiting for the dayThe day you notice meAnd invite me into the light
Ode To YouThe road to you was twisted and tangledwith boys I loved and boys I mangledand who mangled me.I thought finding love was a hopeless mission,under impossible conditions,until I found the signpostspointing to you. With you I have a place,a home, a room, a quiet spaceto rest my heart and rest my headand see how all roads ledto you in the first place.
To Change The Wind's DirectionIt didn’t matter to her that the day was beautiful in Green Hill Zone despite the turmoil that just occurred, or the horrid smell of gasoline that helped trigger the explosion to the latest “Egg-Obliterator” machine that went from scary to scrap metal within 3 minutes tops. Her friends’ constant cheers and gloating was faint in her ears. All she could think about was the teasing, unbearable heat as it continued to beat down without mercy upon her, leaving the daunting task of fanning herself with her hand, and wiping the sweat off her forehead…at the same time.She sighed in exasperation and annoyance as the sun continued to outdo the shade of the tree she stood under and shine down on her, delaying her schedule. By this exact time, she was supposed to be nuzzling her face into the blissful abundance of ocean colored fur, taking in every scent and moment before she would be forcefully removed within arm’s length, and then released to prepare her for
The Hand of SorrowThe Hand of SorrowThis was the last battle, the last fight. It was her fight. The battle for her.Blood, Blood, so much blood...It was good against evil, maybe not even that. The lines were faded, torn apart, dust in the wind. But all they knew, all he knew is that he had to win. He to win for her.In the the middle of nowhere, half way to forever, just past never. A bloody battle was taking place. The once orange desert has now paved red in blood. The rain falling down heavily on the desert floor, turning the sand into an almost mud like substance. Lives have been lost. But the strongest still remained, fighting, always fighting. He had too.Not because he was a hero, but because he had to avenge her.He fought in the rain, the blood and mud, in anger, pain and revenge. It wasn't like our hero we knew dear. No. That hero was gone a long time ago.His blue fur stained with blood and mud. His eyes burning with fury and rage. All he knew he knew is that he had to destroy w
Sonamy: Part 1 - Epilogue~~This chapter is told in Sonic's point of view~~ I stood at the end of the driveway, staring into the abyss, lost in my own thoughts. Everything that has been happening in the last few days, everything that will happen from now until forever, kept running through my head. Above all, there was something wrong with me, something that was preventing me from running away. I tried to figure out what it was, but I couldn't really put my finger on it. On the top of my list of things on my mind was Amy. She was my girlfriend now, and a part of me hasn't really gotten used to the idea. I was always one to avoid these things, to run away from words like these. Love. Girlfriend. Boyfriend. Relationship. Commitment. Marriag
Sonamy poemYour cobalt fur is made out of the clouds of heaven,I set my eyes on you ever since you were eleven,Your voice is so smooth like butter on toast,It makes me feel like I'm drifting off the coast,Of course, you wouldn't dare to dream of the sea,You don't like to get wet and sometimes...I think you don't like me,Behind those emerald eyes, you're hiding something,No matter how I try, I can't solve anything,You always run away from me,Even if I just want to say hi,But all I ever see,Is your sonic boom saying bye,I love you so much, I just can't help it,Every time I see you, my eyes lit,All I want is some answers, do you love me or not?If not, I'll let you forget me like a forget-me-not,If you do, you have a strange way of showing it...The emerald eyes finished scanning the piece of paper and smiled. He looked at the bubblegum pink hedgehog who was sleeping on by her desk, pen in hand and a lamp illuminating the room. The cerulean male hedgehog tiptoed next to her not wantin
Bitter LifeI'm calling out loudly,But they look past, proudly.My sober, bitter wordsFall on deaf ears, unheard.I'm falling down fast,This breath may be my last.This hurts, and I'm dying,But no one is crying.
Drag'Forever' turned out really bloody boring.
Dexterous - SonAmyDexterous, A SonAmy Oneshot(Set after Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood)One major downside to traveling across dimensions in a super cool spaceship was that Sonic found himself unable to ever get away from everyone and get some simple privacy. Sure, when they'd stopped at the different planetoids he'd been able stretch his legs and do some running and exploring, but the traveling times? He was literally stuck in the same "boat", squished up close with 9 other people. While most of them were his friends and he didn't mind them, spending a long time with his odd, mismatched companions was wearing everyone thin. Whether is was Big's oblivious blurted out comments or Shadow's sarcastic ones, Omega's computerized monotone or Rouge flirting with everyone having a Y chromosome. Atleast Eggman had decided to stay back home, so they were spared from his hideously brilliant comments. But oddly enough, among the 10 very different passengers aboard the Cyclone, there was one thing in agreem
WarmthWarmth, A SonAmy StoryNow that Eggman had finally found a new, more restrictive residence and the only thing he'd be taking over any time soon would be his own corner of a jail cell, Sonic and his crazy friends decided to take a little trip in celebration. After much arguing but little consternation, Sonic, Tails, Amy, Cosmo, and Cream had decided to rent a a large, multi room mansion in the mountains to enjoy all the snow centric festivals and activities. Why, the government had even decided to pay for it all as a reward for helping to defeat Eggman. So yes, a nice, relaxing, fun-filled vacation in the snow covered mountains would be just what the doctor ordered for these heroes.And for the most part, Amy had had fun: learning to snowboard, skiing down the slopes, sledding, picking random snow ball fights, building ridiculous snowmen, drinking hot cocoa in the mansion in front of the fire, hanging with her friends... it had been a real blast. Except for one thing.Of course, it was
Just OnceJust Once, A SonAmy StorySonic the Hedgehog had never been much of one for parties.Oh, it wasn't that he was antisocial, per se, but Sonic had never been much of a socializer. Yeah, he'd talk with people and he liked to be around his friends, but he didn't like the constraints and the rules of social etiquette. Freedom was the name of the game for this hedgehog. Besides, parties could be so boring, especially if all you did was sit around and talk. That activity was probably Sonic's least favorite.At least that's what he told himself.This just simply isn't your style, blue, he thought to himself while arriving at Rouge's house for the party she'd been talking up all week. That's all it is. You're just nervous because...No. He wasn't nervous. He was just...okay, so if he wasn't nervous, then what was that jittery feeling bouncing around inside him that made him feel so uncomfortable?Hello, I'm Sonic. I'm supposed to feel jittery and antsy and all that. It's just...who I am.Who he
SurvivalWe can survive.It's not easy but we can.And it's not down to a person, a place, a memory,It's down to us.How can you expect someone to love youbefore you love yourself?Learn to love,Melt the ice,Be cured.