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The ChangeClacking in my pocket
Are keys to a new life.
Filling in the fabric of my worn out jeans.
Shifting in my satchel,
Are subtle reminders of
A life that’s passed me by.
Playing through my head
Are moments that
I’d rather just forget.
These two squeaking shoes
Will carry me forward.
Away from everything I’ve ever known.
This trembling body
Begins to hesitate
And fears the change.
This heavy thumping heart
Tells me to keep going
No matter what.
RunMy heart pounds like thunder, I close my eyes.
The life around me starts to flutter and fly.
Heart pounding, mind racing; my world disappears.
My fears are gone and you are here.
I listen to my heart and the birds begin to sing.
Petals dance around me and I feel something.
God knows I'm risking; He knows I'll dare,
But for the first time in my life ever,
I do not care.
Epilogue"Ssh! You guys, Gareth is asleep and we seriously do not want to wake him!" I warned Shane and Emma as they walked into my house that day.
"Hey, you three!" My dad said to us as we walked in. "How are you?"
"Fine." We all replied.
"That's good. Well, there's stuff in the kitchen if you want it." And with that, he disappeared upstairs.
"Dah! I'm tired!" Emma yawned while she fell back onto the couch.
"Me too!" I said, falling into Shane's arms.
"I'm not." Shane said whilst pulling me in and then kissing me on the forehead. "How about we go for a run?"
"No!" Emma and I yelled. Every once in a while, the three of us would go for a run to the field that lay just outside town and that's where we would practice our shifting. Because I had no prior experience, it took me a while to get it, but when I did, it felt amazing.
"LOTTIE!" Kelly shouted from upstairs. "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU JUST WOKE UP GARETH!"
Gareth. The baby from hell. He was born about three months ago, and Kelly has been on edge
Chapter Nine - AnswersSaturday came swiftly, and soon enough Emma, Shane and I were in the Underground Library chatting away about what to do. The location of this library was actually underground, hence the name. According to Shane, this was "to make sure that only demons can get access to it".
Emma went off to get a list of books with anything to do with fox demons from the librarian, leaving Shane and I alone.
"What's your family like?" I asked him.
"My mother's human, my dad's a doctor and I have an older brother who left home a few years ago."
"Do you always answer things so quickly?"
"I guess, why?"
"I used to do that a lot. I never really liked talking to people." I told him. "I was always scared they were going to use anything I said against me or hurt me in some way."
"I won't do that." He said. I smiled at him, making him blush like crazy.
"Got it!" Emma squealed in the distance.
We trudged through piles of paper and books about fox demons and at the end of it, I think the three of us did
Chapter Eight - RabbitsI ran, and I ran as fast as I could up the long winding road that led away from our school. I left behind all the troubles and stress of the school day, all the confused stares I received as I ran from the boy, all the pressure of teenage life. The sound of school shoes clicking off the pavement echoed behind me as I kept going. I'm pretty sure I heard Emma call my name a few times from the distance, but the sound of heavy breathing was coming closer and closer to me.
Smack! I hit the ground as I ran out of oxygen, causing me get a few cuts on my knees, but I didn't feel much pain. A flash of black came over to me and asked if I was okay.
"Yeah." I answered. "Just a few scrapes."
I leaned on my hands to stand up and I shouted in pain as blood started to cover them. The black flash helped me up, "That's not just a few scrapes." It said concernedly. I looked up to see what it was, and saw that it was the boy who had my locket. "Here," He put my arm over his shoulder. "let's go see your f
Chapter Seven - MeetingA few months passed, and before I knew it, we were into the new year. Emma and I had decided to spend Christmas together, along with her family and my family, of course. School was typically normal; the excessive loads of homework, the annoying teachers and not to mention "The Posse" lurking around the corridors.
But, I wasn't afraid anymore. I had Emma, and she had me.
She saved me in different situations that I was helpless in.
"Come on, Lottie. I just want to borrow your notes!"
The girl had just come over from The Posse's cloud of designer schoolbags, and asked to borrow my science notes; but I knew what her real motives were. There was a puddle right to the side of me, as soon as I gave them to her, the notes would be nothing more than watery mush. I shifted around on the spot, looking for a chance to escape her clutches. The girl had obviously sensed my distress and tried to grab me while I made a run for it. Suddenly, I felt another hand grab onto me.
"Hey!" Emma shouted. "Th
Chapter Six - Secrets"What?!" Emma's dad shouted across the table. "Of all the things to do, you told her!"
"Yeah, I did!" Emma shouted back at him. "She is a decent person and won't tell anybody!"
The door to the kitchen was three quarters of the way closed, so I decided to listen in on the conversation. Wow, I had this whole other sneaky part of myself that I didn't even know about.
"I don't care about her! It's the fact that you disobeyed me that's annoying me!"
"Come on, dad! She is very secluded and in her own little bubble most of time, she won't tell anybody! I thought you trusted my judgement!"
I leaned a bit further in and rested my hand on the door, so I could look at their faces. I remember how soft they both looked earlier, but the severity of the situation had changed both of their faces into something unfamiliar.
He grunted. "Miss Charlotte, I would thought your parents would have told you that it's rude to eavesdrop."
I jumped. "Sorry."
"Come in, you might as well join the conversation then.
Chapter Five - MetamorphosisThe air had suddenly turned bitter when I walked out the door that morning. My heart felt heavy, dreading the thought of returning to that place. Yet, after about a ten minutes walk, I was there, wandering through the school grounds in the deathly cold weather.
My thoughts drifted to last night, and the photo of the young woman in the news article. She looked beautiful with her perfect ginger ringlets, while my hair was like a wavy nest. 'Could she actually be my mother?' I thought.
My hand dived into my coat pocket to pull out the two photos that I had found last night. One of the photos was of the mysterious woman; the other was the photograph of my dad and me. I smiled at the young couple sitting on the edge of the stage. I realised after a minute or so of finding it that the man had to be my dad, yet you wouldn't have guessed it had you have seen him this morning. His face was tired and beaten after the events of yesterday had caught up with him.
The school bell rang and quickly I
Chapter Four - NewsSometimes we like to know things; but you know what they say, "Ignorance is bliss."
My dad was overjoyed, and was thinking of names, clothes, and the other crap that you usually think and talk about when your wife is pregnant.
Pregnant. The word stung like salt on a wound. Of course I would be happy for her if she wasn't such a heartless bitch. Yeah, I'm not usually the kind of person that uses that kind of language but, just at that one moment I allowed myself that pleasure. Thinking about it though, if she wanted to, would she be able to send me away?
Eventually, my dad said something to me that I couldn't make out and left the room with Kelly at his heels. I turned my head to the side to see a white concrete wall. Getting bored of the blank scene, I simply closed my eyes.
I was slowly drifting on a flowing lake. I felt the water below me move as I floated on the surface of the water. In the distance I could see a group of ducks roosting on the side of the lake, th
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Strange GirlI saw a strange girl on the bus today.
Skirt down to her knees,
Coal hair drifting with the breeze,
Crimson eyes forever staring ahead,
Heart beating with the drum of oblivion.
Her forlorn face kept staring out the window,
And in one hand she held something;
A single straw doll.
I saw a strange girl on the bus today,
And she left the same way she arrived.
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