sonicspike41

I remember a school, a middle school. I had never seen it before, but it was my school and I was attending it. It wasn't new. It was a high school. I was in a locker room or hallway with tons of lockers. It was noisy. I could barely hear myself think. It was like being in a crowded restaurant and trying to talk from the other side of the room. I couldn't hear you. You kept trying. I can't hear you. You come forward, put your mouth right next to my ear and try to get my attention. You lick the side of my face in an almost sensual way. I can't help but stop what I'm doing. I've fallen down. I'm suddenly helpless and I can't move. You pick m

Imagine it's winter time. The ground is covered in snow. The trees are barely hanging on to those last few leaves. The only thing visible on the ground is the tire tracks that lead up the drive way. You live in a secluded area, away from town. Your house, a one story building with a fireplace, rests in an open field surrounded on all sides with a forest, except for the front. The front has one single long road that merges into your wide drive way. Along the sides of the road are a bunch of cherry blossom trees, each directly across from another, spaced evenly apart. Like rain, the leaves fall down with no end in sight. They almost seem to s

To the left of me I see a great ocean, filled with my being. The water's uneven. The waves are fighting. The waves are fighting for nothing. Deep beneath the surface lies a million different people. At one time they were united, together, standing tall as one. Over the years the turbulent winds and angry waves divided them. A million parts to my whole. Like a junkyard, lost in the clutter, he searches. Looking for a way, the special bond, to bring back what once was. A boat appears on the horizon. Another, and another, and another appear. A fleet of ships, all ready to move. As they get closer to the graveyard of the mind and it's million pi

There I was helping him, her anger slipping past me like a sieve. When all the while I never knew, that I was just a little too naive. There I was helping him, never quite knowing, that the seeds of destruction, were those that I was sowing. I shouldn't have helped him, I should have taken her side. Maybe then he would her love abide. It's too late now, what's done is done. Although I fear poor ******   (Did you really think I would post a name?) should start to run! May she feel better, and forget him in awhile. For guys like him are long out of style. It doesn't matter now, the damage is done. It doesn't matter now, f

Somewhere beyond reality, it is there that I shall reign. Somewhere in a dream, it is there my life began. Somewhere far away, it is there I find my mane. Somewhere near the beginning, it is there I ran. Lost in a world of fantasy my world enshrouds me. Far from the death of reality, in a land beyond the sea, I find my self again. Only in the end does my life begin. I cry out for a friend yet my call echos in vain. I run through the plain but no soul shares my pain. Lost in a myth I know I'm not sane. I listen to happy, and listen to sad, But in the end my life is not glad. It is then I realize my life was not meant to be ha

He's drowning, his thirst not yet quenched, lust deep within his soul. From under the blankets he feels it, it's calling out to him, whispering visions... Lost against the endless torment, sleep's dreaded curse. Still motionless, it's coming. It's ghastly effects, whispering visions... Always the same, it's eating away at him, he begins to twist apart. Burrowing deep straight into his mind, its relentless whispering visions... "Give up, quit trying to change your world," echoing into the wake. It's nails on the chalkboard of his mind, long lost amongst these whispering visions... He's searching, looking out of his world, hopi

Every single step leading up to this monstrous event went racing through his mind. He stood there staring at them waiting for it all to end. Where could he possibly go now? To his left was a brick wall, to his right was another with a metal door, in front were the four men after his mind, and behind him stood paradise: escape. The door looked as if it hadn't been touched in years. The sea foam paint had faded considerably and the hinges had rusted into place. This was certainly of no use to him. He began to read the area looking for any way to get up to the fire escape above him. It was about 10 feet up, and his only way out. Quickly eying