Black Locks, countinued“ I honestly don’t know when she’ll wake up…or if she will at all…”
“ Aren't you a doctor?! You should know these things!” Her mother proclaimed.
“Yes, but this is a rare case! I mean I’m guessing it’s a crazy long coma…” The doctor stated.
“How did you get this job” She said as she scowled at him. The doctor appeared to have had enough and left the room. Her mother grabbed her daughter’s cold hard hand and tried to hold back a tear as she saw her own daughter in a state she never thought she’d be in. Her lips were a pale blue and her skin tone also pale but with all the physical signs of demise her heartbeat was still there but faint as the wind blowing through trees. It just all blended in and sometimes you don’t know if it’s beating or not but you hope it is…Her black locks were matted against her face and was also cold. She looked peaceful yet determined as he
Here's my ugly cryI thought I Reached the top; I thought I had a firm grip. I fell I fell fast and oh so hard. I was waiting for the padding but it never came because before I started climbing I forgot about that I forgot I needed a backup. Who am I to attempt to do anything with a blanket in my hand and a thumb in my mouth? I needed an instructor as well who am I to try something with the fear of doing it wrong? But if I had a wise teacher then when I fell I would feel neutral because feeling second best is all too usual for me I just know my place. At the end of the line, holding doors for everyone, tending to whoevers needs are low and ignoring my own. I would be a perfect Christian you say? Wrong Although I don't even believe in reality I don't believe in fairytales...Am I just gullible, believing every story fed to me? Is that why I had faith so long? I'm surprised I'm not in a padded white room yet but perhaps it's only a matter of time but honestly I'm not hurting an
JosephThe utter hatred in my heart grows for him everyday
It's like a tumor, branching out profoundly
He has a special place in my heart
I will happily rip it off, with poisonous blood surrounding.
His "love" was injected into a scar
It lasted long like an oak
No one could see it from afar
But the disappearance woke.
Like salt water compared to clear
It was obvious how I was consumed by fear
Every flaw had been ripped of it's mask
His immature fantasies were always his task.
He had no mother, no bitter love to raise him
How does not his mother know the hassle this has caused?
The price was paid by me and others alike
We are girls, women, PEOPLE, not "toys"
My lips burn when he talks to me
My eyes melt as if his appearance were acid
My blood boils when he looks at me
He's dirty, sick, and a sadistic pig.
My love goes to you: The future
My ever growing hatred to you: Dearest Joseph
I will spit on your grave when it soon comes
I will laugh when I watch you breathe your last breath...
Being bored is boringDreary heavy eyes set in
Staring ahead into my future on the blank wall
Waiting patiently for another lifeless day
When you focus on time he always stays but if you ignore him he leaves.
The side effects have no effect on me
The feeling on my dizzy head could be mistaken...
But of course the appearance and consequences are worth it to my fellow peers
It's only "cool" now for when i'm old i'll seem immature
A short monolougeHello young chap, my name is Andy. You youth shall call me Professor Dr. Hoo-Ha Andy. I like to draw and sing, that means i'm highly respected throughout the campus. People think i'm a true artist but i think i'm an amateur. I'm inexperienced in many heights. When you write you gain experience and kudos, like many social net-working sites. The classroom has 350 seats as i counted a second before. You as a student have a right to pick your seat. Go on now and take notes and continue with all your studies. Shoo now, shoo. Have a nice day.
The Real VillainsI always try to run away but he always has a tight hold on my wrist
He spins me around back to him in Latin fashion
At least that is what it seems
Rather the second most reappearing guy in my life uses this brute force
He seems to have a charm, but it's decrepit due to the fact it works only when hes hidden
He knows his fate, knows the consequences
He would look swell in the auroral orange jumpsuit
The warm thick fluid feels better
A sensation i can barely control
A constant motion easily gets arid
Whats a harmful pastime?
Well in my eyes
A twisted envy that's selfish and mercenary
There yelling "you don't want this", "i never asked for this"
Often garbed in white being escorted along a white hallway
Well i'm asking for it, but alas i can't, for God wanted different
Taking up on old habits
The curiosity cre