Hunter~Hunter~Among the rooftops,Is where I stay.Looking down on survivors,On which I prey.Preparing to pounce,A growl emanates.I am the one,Who controls their fate.Nowhere to hide,I will find you.You will not live,After I am through.Rending your flesh,My claws will shred.Into chest and heart,You'll be Left 4 Dead
Smoker~Smoker~A cough,A hiss,A tongue,Just missed,My neck.Fell loose,The tongue,A noose,Had hung,My friend.
Boomer~Boomer~I feel sick.Oh so sick.I think I'll puke on those damn survivors...
EntropyI awoke, my head throbbing and my vision blurry as I gasped for breath. A few blinks failed to restore my vision to its proper state, so I closed my eyes again and simply laid where I’d woke up for the time being. The cold, somewhat rough feeling on my back told me that I wasn’t lying on my bed and felt like stone, which I quickly verified with my right hand. My left arm ached as I moved it, so I refrained from using it for the time being.“Ugh.” I vocalized quietly, raising my right hand up to my eyes to rub them in an attempt to clear my vision again. The lower part of my hand felt wet as I touched my face, and as my vision cleared I glanced down at it. Blood. I was bleeding a little from my nose and mouth; apparently I had been for a bit before I’d awakened since there was dried blood crusted on other parts of my face. I sat up, examining my surroundings carefully. It was dark, lit only by a couple dim torches at the other side of the environment I was
RevenantJack Turner sighed, the look in his eyes showing a sort of worldly weight. The pressure was getting to him.The words I typed on the computer’s screen were a mirror to my own state of mind. I took a sip of water. The cool liquid did nothing to help me gather my thoughts and neither did the contrast of the bright computer monitor against the dimly lit room. I was past my deadline for the script idea I was writing, writer’s block crippling my ability to get it done sooner. Wasn’t a fully formatted script, more of a loose idea that would be given critique and then nixed or accepted once I’d polished and formatted it. I heard a muffled shout outside, causing me to focus a little more as a harsh reminder.This script was the way out of here; out of poverty and the lingering threat of a quick death by the pistol of some lowly thug looking for trouble. It was a way out of here for me.“Daddy?” a young voiced called out from the hall.A way out for my
Cat and MouseThe man's suit was as black as the veil of night, briefly illuminated by the streetlights as he walked through their rays. I stayed back, lurking in the shadows. I was much too conspicuous to be openly following this man even in the dead of night, my brown trench coat more suited to the daytime crowds of the city. I knew my mark was close to his destination and I kept trailing him carefully, pulling out of the shadows to quickly flit through the streetlight's beams and become hidden once more. He turned suddenly and I paused, veiling myself in the shadows like a phantom. He looked nervous, noticeably fidgeting a little even from our fairly large distance apart. It was obvious that the information he held was vital; something I needed to hear for myself. I suppressed a growing urge to cough, holding my breath so my breathing didn't trigger it.After a moment, he turned and resumed walking. I let him walk for a moment, the distance between us growing incrementally. Enough to give me a li
Eldritch Pareidolia"Panic strikes the Baltic Sea area after the missing submarine bearing visitors to the alleged UFO relics discovered in June of 2011 was found almost completely destroyed two nights ago, with only a single comatose survivor out of roughly a dozen onboard. Swedish ocean explorer Peter Lindberg, the man who discovered the strange object with his Ocean X team, has not been found and is presumed dead along with every other member of the expedition. Our hearts go out to the families of those who lost loved ones in this incident. Anyone who has any information on the potential whereabouts of the other passengers should report their findings to the proper authorities."Images flash on the screen, prayers for those lost in the brackish and mysterious waters of the Baltic Sea, the crushed remains of the submarine, and various photos of the lost explorers and tourists who paid to accompany them. But the submarine sticks out most, bearing strange gouges and slashes that suggest something more sin
Broken SpiritsBroken SpiritsWritten By: Zachary RonsonLOGLINE: A police officer in Prohibition era Chicago combats organized crime smuggling and manufacturing alcohol despite his moral beliefs conflicting with the Eighteenth Amendment and the idea that alcohol is morally corruptive, his repressed rebellious thoughts building up inside him without any outlet until he’s tasked to be part of a distillery raid one fateful night.In the tumultuous time of Prohibition in the wake of the Eighteenth Amendment banning the production and possession of alcoholic substances, organized crime is on the rise in response to the controversial law. Chicago police officer JACK TURNER, 33, aims to combat corruption after witnessing a murder near his home and joins the police service in the early 1920’s to protect his wife, FLORENCE TURNER, an outspoken 35-year-old woman woman recently given a more powerful voice in society due to the efforts of Women’s Suffrage. Despite disagreeing with the Eighteen
AllureThe rising sun's rays filtered through the forest's trees, alighting them in a brilliant display. Tree leaves shone a bright green to complement the rich brown of their trunks and the water of a flowing river sparkled with a beautiful clarity. The foxes awoke for their usual morning romp and their beautiful red fur seemed to blaze whenever the sun struck it. Most brilliant of all were the flowers; red ones, yellow ones, blue ones, almost any and all possible shades and tones coloring the forest clearing they populated, growing away from the trees where they could freely bathe in the sun's warm rays. They were almost innocent in their beauty and purity.The girl that approached the glorious display of color was equally innocent. She was young, no older than thirteen years, and her gait had a merry bounce to it as she stepped into the clearing carrying a basket. The scent of pollen made her quicken her pace, her vermillion shirt and skirt swaying with the gentle motions of her body as sh
Don't Love MeDon't love me because I'm afraid to loveBecause once I hold you I can't let goBecause I'm afraid to se you walk awayBcause I know the day will comeDon't love me because it's not trueBecause you see me for what I'm notBecause you're so goddamn beautifulBecause I can't even tell you soDon't love me because you'll sufferBecause the world is not afraid to hurtBecause I'm not worth the painBecause you deserve so much betterDon't listen when I say "Don't love me"Because I know you do careBecause I love you so much I can't liveBecause I want you to love meDon't love meDon't listen when I say don't love meDon't leave meI love you
Why Did I Fall For You?Was it the fact that you gave it your all when I needed a hand?Or was it that you carried me when I couldn't stand.It might have been our late night talks when neither of us could sleep,Maybe its how you make me so strong when I feel so weak.Might be your Kind heart, or your gentle smile,But I know you are always willing to go the extra mile.Maybe its the lies I tell that you see straight through,It might be the nights I spend thinking about you.It might be your artwork, your effort clearly seen,The passion you put into it makes my heart beam.You're the one who knows how to make me smile forever,Even when I feel like smile should be spelled N-E-V-E-R.If your wink will kill me, then let it be,I'd rather be killed by you then some guy that is crazy.But you are crazy, I know that for sure.But you are crazy in your own way, NEVER FIND A CURE!You make me give you reasons to liveWhich makes me tell myself what I wouldn't give.Yeah, I'd give it all, just to stay here, if jus
Why do i feel this way?Why do i feel this way? Why cant i figure this out? Will he ever talk to me again? Or will he just ignore me forever? Maybe i cant tell him the truth because i am afraid of the way i am feeling, or maybe it is because i am afraid of what he is going to say. I wish that he could finally see that i do care for him and i am not just trying to screw with his mind.Maybe he is just going to ignore me forever and i am completely ok with that. NO no i am not ok with that, i just wish that he would finally see that i really do love him and maybe he loves me. I dont know what i have to do to make him talk to me again. (You should know who you are, just let me know what i have to do).
What hurts the mostIt's not that...I'll never feel your lips against mine again,'cause that's nothing big.It's not that...I'll never lay in your warm embrace,'cause that's what blankets are for.It's not that...Sleeping is difficult,'cause that'll change in time.It's not that...School is going terrible'cause I got a new year ahead to fix that.It's not that...You'll never be there when I break down,'cause I've got friends for that; best friends.It's not that...You'll never seem the same again,'cause it's not like no one ever stays the same.It's not that...Were not friends anymore,'cause what did I expect?It's not that...We'll never have another chance,'cause other guys also deserve one too.It's not that...There are so many words left unsaid,'cause after all, some things are better left unsaid.What hurts the most...Is the fact everything seemed perfect,but now it's just turned into hell.What hurts the most...Is the fact I was in this fairytale,and the ride back to reality was
Love MeI'm sitting hereTrying not to cryI know you're right thereI can see youYou can see meWhy can't I be with you?My heart is hurting non-stopAs I slowly fall beneath the the painAnd still all I do is waitWait for the time where you'll let meBe yoursWhy can't I deal with the pain?I can't help but cryThe tears come pouring out when you aren't lookingYou tell me you just want me to be happyBut we both know how I'll be happyAnd for some reason, you don't explain it allWhy can't i be with the one who as my heart?You smile,You make me laughYou make me enjoy things I haven't enjoyed in a whileBut still I'm all but aloneJust waiting for you to come aroundWhy can't I breathe?It hurts to swallowIt hurts to breatheThe pain in my chest wont go awayEvery day, every minuteI wait to hear from youWhy can't I have you?Is this how it's destined for me to be?Preordained by some greater power?To not have the one piece of happinessTo have the love that I crave so desperatelyJu
Waiting...One day, I see us.Together
But sometimes I dont.Sometimes I am waiting
Sometimes its as though something is missing
Though I know its not.Its thereI can see it in you
Just not showing
So very carefully
You are afraid to let out your emotion.But I am too.So Ill wait for you.However long that may be.Because I understandWhen others dont.Or is love blind?Is it wrong to wait?No.I couldnt leave youBecause I love you.You know that too.I know you do.I see how you care,Much more than a friend could.Even if that is hidden too.I can see it.You know I miss you.Do you miss me?What do you see,When you are asleep,Dreaming
So no matter how long you take,No matter how many people doubt us,I will remain by your sideWaiting
It Doesn't Hurt MeIt doesnt hurt me when I see you,When I see you put on that gorgeous smile,When I see those dark beautiful eyes of yours,When I watch the way you moveIt doesnt hurt me you speak,When I hear you say words so suavely,When I see your mouth move so gracefully,When I hear that perfect voice of yoursIt doesnt hurt me when I listen to you,When I listen to you talk about her,When I listen to how much you love her,When I listen to how much you need herIt doesnt hurt me when I see you and her,When I see the way you talk to her,When I see the way you look at her,When I see the way you hold herIt doesnt hurt me when I know what well always be,When I know youll never hold me like her,When I know youll never want me like her,When I know youll never love me like herIt doesnt hurt me because,When I see you I begin to sob,When I hear you speak I die a bit inside,When I listen to you I shatterIt cant hurt me becaus
Just friendsEven though we are not togetherI care about you more than everWhen we talk I feel so close to youI don't know what I'm supposed to doI have almost forgotten what you did to meI was hurting in every part of meI was sad knowing this is how it came to beBut now I am happy that you are there for meI gave you my tearsI gave you my heartYou made me happyRight from the startWhen I write this nowI start to thinkHow happy you make meFor you, God I must thank
Little Miss Never-Been-Kissed.There's a story I knowThe only one you knowIt's a little bit of a talker.It's about a girlA stupid girlBut then again she's like no other!She's got herself a boyA synthetic boyMade of bones and candles.She's gotta face the factThis love's an act!She's falling off the handle.Because she'sLittle Miss Never-Been-KissedWriting her lyrics up her wristFalling upwards into the skyThere's nobody home there when she cries.And this Little MissNever-Been-KissedShe ain't got much to say.But that don't matter anywayI could write for her all day.And this Little MissWho's never been kissed(You don't see that everyday).She sits alone at nightAnd wonders whyHer life's turned out like this.Because she'sLittle Miss Never-Been-KissedWriting her lyrics up her wristFalling upwards into the skyThere's nobody home there when she cries.And this Little MissNever-Been-KissedShe ain't got much to say.But that don't matter anywayI could write for her all day.Her
Just What Friends DoYour eyes and computer chairFollow my uninvited entranceInto your roomOnto your bed.I'm laying face first on your pillowDay old shampooLingering cologneFabric softener and total darkness.Your chair creaks and the mattress depressesAs you sit by my side.You know I won't talkAnd if I'm crying you'll only knowBy the wet black mascara on your pillowcaseThe tears sunken comfortably into where I'veDone this beforeSpirograph between my shoulder bladesFlesh, cotton andCaring fingertips.Your arms around meOverlapping bodies on one sideI can feel you breathe condolences in my ear.The lamp clicks offEllipticals on my back againRhythmic and continuous.I wish everything was so straightforward.I turn towards you, your hair's in your eyes,Your face changing color with the screensaverBlue, Green, Yellow, red.Left unnoticed and you just lay with me.I grin at you,And you poke me sleepily on the nose.I fall asleep under one of your armsAnd the last thing in my drifting vis
Flirt With MeTouch my handLook in my eyesKiss my lipsHold me tightI might think it's loveBut please don't deceiveIf you are going to leaveDon't flirt with meI hide my fearsIn the back of my mindSo you can't seeWho I really amGoing out of my headI want you here badYour touch is powerfulIt makes me fall againBut if you're going to leavePlease just let me beI don't want to hurt againThat pain won't go awayYou may think it's just a gameBut you were everything to meFlirt with meBut not to leave
Don't CryIf I cried, would you be there for me?Would you wrap your arms around me, kiss my tears gone?Would you care enough to hold me and love me? Because I know I'd be there for you...So why do I not see you?You tell me not to cry,But how should I react when you're not here to smile and make me feel again?Don't you know that you're my happiness?Don't you know that I love you?Don't Cry My love... I'm here for you...But where are you for me?
Loser BoyfriendI want a loser boyfriend.The dork in the back of the class.I want the guy who got wedgiesand never was able to eat lunch.I want the guy with the big glassesI want the one who never talks.I want the one without any friends.I just want a loser boyfriend.I dont want to competeor struggle to keep his attention.I dont want to share weekendsWith his boys, when they go out.I want a loser boyfriend damn it.I dont want to have to wait aroundentertain myself while hes out with friends.I didnt go out tonight.Know why?I was going to spend the evening with him.But he cant say no.He cant just stay for me.I hate competing for my loveI hate this waiting, it hurts my hope.I want a loser boyfriendThe guy in the back of the room.Who has no friends and no oneno one knows his middle name.I want the loser boyfriendI want the clingy guy.The one whos never kissed before.The one whos a virgin inside.I want the loser
HiddenLate at nightPretending to sleepShe lays very stillAnd quietly weeps.It's three in the morning,With tears in her eyes,She can't help but thinkHer whole life is a lie.Day after dayShe goes off to school.There isn't one personThat she can't fool.Everyone thinksShe's so full of pride,But nobody knowsWhat's hiding inside.She hides her emotionsBehind a big smile.She' can't show her pain'Cause that's not her style.As each day passesHer pain only grows,But she holds it inSo nobody knows.She can't let it out--That's just too hard.Only she knowsHow badly she's scarred.As the sun risesShe gets out of bedWith all of these thoughtsFilling her head.She gets in the showerTo veil her tearsShe turns on the waterSo no one can hear.She puts on her makeup.She puts on her clothes.She puts on her smileSo nobody knows...
All My FaultWhere are you when I need you.What Else can I ask? Except for you to be there.But still, You aren't. What is It?Am I too emotionally Devoid For You,Am I never there, When you needed a Shoulder to Cry on,Was I the Last to Tell You Anything,Was it that I was Moving Forwards,Away from this, My Past Perhaps,Did you consider that it wasn't You I was Moving From,But my Own Fears, Inhibitions,Was it ever too much to ask for You to be My Scaffold,That Supporting Hug,The Smile when I needed you,The Touch when I needed to Know,Just to Know that I wasn't Alone,But Perhaps that isn't So,I was Obviously Never the One For You.Because I Moved Away, and You couldn't Follow.You Never Followed, and It's All My Fault.As per Usual.All My Fault.~~~Daniel Stannard May '10
KissI've never been kissed.Never tasted the lips of a lover.Never shared the passion,The ecstacy of love,With my full heart.I wonder if life is passing me by,And not looking back.