The Campbell's Kid

United States of America

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Welcome... Here you will be exposed to all the innermost thoughts of a can of soup. Take the leap and dive into the chicken and noodle to discover a world of creepy tales and biting nails. Plunge into the twisted yet hilarious mind of your favorite Campbell's man. Sit back, relax, and sink into these deep thoughts in noodle soup. You have been warned!

Published Work

Flower Child - A Forgotten Face

Sometimes I watch them sew flowers in between the bones of his ribcage. One spindly finger after another holding the shimmering thread. But as they sing songs of worship under their heavy breath, my mind wanders far into his forgotten past. I just can’t help thinking he was someone of significance. Perhaps a glimmer of a man, the talk of the town, the very thing everyone admired and vowed never to let go. But when I watch his motionless eyes stare deep into mine, as if there's a soul behind them, It gives me a profound sense of recognition. One that I cannot quite grasp or even seem to describe. And sometimes when the sun sits low in the valley sky, I wander over to where he lays, I pull out that shimmering golden thread, and sew some flowers of my own. That’s when I feel the deepest connection. Like I knew him, like maybe I was him. There, next...

i want the love from fairytales

I just want to feel the love from fairytales
The soft kiss on his pale cheek
They looked deep in each other's eyes
His calloused hand in her tiny palm
That kind of love 

I just want to feel a normal connection 
To feel my heart skip a beat
Blush crawling up my freckled cheeks
A warm embrace and a peck on the nose
I want it more than I could know

It's Sad How Much I Want To Hold Your Hand (Read Footnotes Or Writer's Message)

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll lend you a T-shirt.” She chuckled lightly, pulling open her sliding closet doors. “You can’t wear that ragged old thing, especially not when your best friend’s around.” She pulled out a violet shirt with a small bee stitched to the breast pocket. The boy whispered in a hoarse voice  “I can’t wear that... It’s too silly!” He pressed the wet towel against the gash in his cheek. She sighed, tossing the shirt towards him. “Stop being dumb and just put on the shirt.” His feet shuffled against her shag carpet and his face grew red. “Will you... um... turn around?” He laughed uncomfortably holding the shirt in his bloodied hands. “Now what kind of a question is that!” She joked. He stared at her a little more. “Fine...” She agreed, turning to face the door. “But hurry up, The sun is setting.” He pulled off the wet sweater that clung to his bony chest and pulled...

#5 - The Thought Of You - A Poem Mini Series

#5 - Some People Fall In Love With Fiction, I Fell In Love With A Ghost 

- The Phrase "Fell In Love With Their Work" In Creative Writing -

I thought of you
While other's fell in love
With their favorite author's work

I remembered the moment
On the bottom of the staircase
When I fell for you, my beautiful ghost 

You Killed Her - A Work In Progress

He cracked his aching knuckles, placing them lightly on the sides of his cool margarita glass. The sweet smell of the ocean breeze drifted into his broken nose as he dug his toes deeper into the sand. It’s burn was soothing and his mouth curled into a content smile. But suddenly the voices returned, “You can’t just forget us...” His face fell back into a frown almost instantly as the hiss echoed in his ear. “No matter how far you go, we will follow.” It was laughing now. “You can’t outrun what you've done! She’s dead and it’s all your fault... All your fault! All your fault!” They chanted, multiplying as if to seem almost everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The little man curled up into a ball. “Go away!” He demanded. “I don’t have to listen to you. “But still you do...” The mysterious voice retorted. “You can’t hide from your inner demons! We’re apart of you......

#4 - The Thought Of You - A Poem Mini Series

#4 - A Sketch Is A Step Deeper Into My Unconcious Thought

- Sketching On My Math Homework -

I thought of you
As I scribbled a face and horns
On today's confusing math warmup 

And I paused for a little
Staring deep into the penicled in eyes
And remembered what I felt when you drew for me
 

There Is Nothing Left Between Them And I Can See That

They buried their hearts in the backyard this summer
They buried their love underneath the cold earth
They buried the hope that they could be together 
They buried their feelings hoping to forget

I remember they whispered their songs in the hallways
I remember the held each others tiny hands
I remember they thought they’d be together forever
I remember the feelings they tried to forget

There isn’t anymore laying against the lockers and watching
There isn’t anymore singing that fills my dying ears
There isn’t anymore dreaming of a much brighter future
There isn’t anymore feelings left to forget

So You Called My Name?

So you called my name?
The hairs on my neck stood on end
I panicked for a moment
And I looked around a little frantically
 
So you tried to reach?
And still I missed the message
I didn’t think it was you calling
So I dismissed it and carried on

So you called me friend?
And my heart skipped a beat
I felt so warm and happy
So familiar and yet still too far off to see

So I really hope it’s true.
That we’re a work in progress
I want to keep on fixing
My stone cold broken heart

#4 - The Thought Of You - A Poem Mini Series

#3 - A Sketch Is A Step Deeper Into My Unconcious Thought

- Sketching On My Math Homework -

I thought of you
As I scribbled a face and horns
On today's confusing math warmup 

And I paused for a little
Staring deep into the penicled in eyes
And remembered what I felt when you drew for me
 

#3 - The Thought Of You - A Poem Mini Series

#3 - Even The Sun Makes Me Long For A Time Long Gone

- The Warm Sunshine -

I thought of you
When I sat down on the sidewalk
As the warm sun beat down on my back

I laid for a moment 
Dreaming of the summers with you
And thinking of the last summer we were together


 

#2 - The Thought Of You - A Poem Mini Series

#2 - Listening To Songs Of My Present, Makes Me Think Of Our Past

- My Steven Universe CD -

I thought of you
When that same familiar “We...”
Played on the radio in my room

And as they sang 
My memories rolled back 
To the nostalgic songs of you and me

 

The Thought Of You - A Poem Mini Series (Read Footnotes)

#1 - Why Can A Simple Lunch Make You Feel Things?

- A cheese sandwich -

I thought of you
Each time I took a bite
Of the sandwich I was eating 

And as I ate
I could practically taste
The lunches shared between you and me



 

On Valentines Day - We’re Back

His heart raced as he walked it over.

”Happy Valentines Day...” he croaked our with a laugh,

as he sat shakily down next to her.

”What’s this?” She asked.

Hot tears threatened to roll down from her big blue eyes.


”A valentine... And... An apology.” He whispered, 

As she held the little paper heart in her hands.

”Go on, read it...”

She slipped open the card and began to read.

His heart leaped as his eyes followed her example.

”I know it’s long overdue, and it’s tacky, it’s just that I...”

“I love it.”

She hugged him.

He hugged her.

And they said together.

We’re back.”





 

Repetition Keeps Me Sane While Simultaneously Driving Me Into Insanity

I hold my arms tight against my body
In a pool of toxic masculinity
Drudging through the swallowing sidewalks 
Past my impurity and endless insicurity

I wear the same clothes
The same mask of a happy face
Saying "Hi" to the people who don't matter
And ignoring the one who matters most 

I sit in the same seat
To the same beat, of a broken drum
And the same empty droning in my ears
That keeps on pressing through the years

 

Still Editing My Apology

I can hear your voice in each thing you’ve written.
And it fills me with so much joy,
that for a moment I consider just saying “screw it.”
And sending you my “I’m sorry”

I copy and paste my long list of regrets
The hopeful beginning to our healing 
I read it again, hovering over send
Hesitate... then delete it

And I just wanted you to know 
I’m still editing my apology 

My New Favorite Word

Hagglehert
/haɡəl-hərt/
noun
noun: hagglehert ; adjective: haggleherted
 

  1. The feeling you get when you miss someone but can’t get up the nerve to talk to them, even if you really want to. 
Similar: brokenhearted, regretful, longing, missing
Opposite: happiness

Is It?

When I close my weary eyes 
All I can see is costly mistakes 
But I can still feel your warm embrace
The touch of your hand on my stone cold face

But when I try to remember 
The heart I used to give to you
I think of all the things we used to do 
And my soul melts down into something new

 But It’s not true

It’s 
Just 
Not
True 

Mrs. Dry Heels - A Silly Little Poem


He shuffled quietly through the halls
Bunny slippers on his feet
His shadow dancing on the walls 
Each tiptoe so discrete

He spied the shoebox underneath
His grandparents tiny bed
Among the glasses and false teeth
He tucked his tiny head

And down he went to reach the box 
That called him through the night
And what he saw inside the thing
Made him jump with fright

For in the box beneath the bed
He found his grandparents skin
And with his heart all full of dread
He continued digging in

And the more he looked the more he saw
The horrors all unfold 
He watched in helpless horrible awe
The lies that had been told

The people who slept soundly above 
Who taught him how to crawl
These wrinkly beasts he thought he loved 
Were not his grandparents at all

But My Heart Won't Let Me

I wrote the words
"Hey, are you busy?"
The beginning of my apology
But I didn't send them 






 

What You Gave Me - A Cheddar Cheese Poem


We stared into each others eyes
And jumped into our weaving story
And as we fell I held your heartbeat 
And It was mine

A lonely past and missing future 
Bled together into a simple harmony
Our growing blossom, a joyful symphony
And It was ours

So today when they asked us
The nicest thing someones done
My heart jumped straight back to us
And you came to mind

Because even through our endless heartbreak
I still remember your warm embrace
And the nicest thing someone’s ever done to me was:
 You gave me a friend

Flower Child - A Forgotten Face


Sometimes I watch them sew flowers in between the bones of  his ribcage. One spindly finger after another holding the shimmering thread. And still I can’t remember who he really was. Maybe he was a glimmer of a man, the talk of the town, the person everyone admired. But when I watch his motionless eyes stare deep into mine as if there's a soul behind them, I can’t help thinking that he’s someone of importance. But still I know it can’t be true. After all, he’s just a corpse. A husk of a shining lifetime.

To The Stars Who Still Cling Onto The Devil's Tap Shoes #kickoff

I slash at my memories 
With bleeding fingernails
Ripping open healing wounds
With a tongue that craves to forget

I whisper my insanity
Writing empty promises
On a page cut from half regretfulness
And half reckless remembrance  

And still I feel my hands clinging 
To that same old stupid feeling
To the conversations we shared together
And to the lines of your palm in mine

Letting go just seems impossible
Yet still I keep on trying 
And your name is carved in capital letters
On the backside of my heart

I try to hide my truths 
Turning away when I see you
Pretending I’m way better off now
As a shell of my former self

And every time I hear your name
I whisper it over and over again
To feel love in against my throat 
Still wishing you could feel it

Feel me letting go.

To The Stars Who Still Cling Onto The Devil's Tap Shoes #kickoff

I slash at my memories 
With bleeding fingernails
Ripping open healing wounds
With a tongue that craves to forget

I whisper my insanity
Writing empty promises
On a page cut from half regretfulness
And half reckless remembrance  

And still I feel my hands clinging 
To that same old stupid feeling
To the conversations we shared together
And to the lines of your palm in mine

Letting go just seems impossible
Yet still I keep on trying 
And your name is carved in capital letters
On the backside of my heart

I try to hide my truths 
Turning away when I see you
Pretending I’m way better off now
As a shell of my former self

And every time I hear your name
I whisper is over and over again
To feel love in against my throat 
Still wishing you could feel it

Feel me letting go.

I Don't Know Why - Goldfish Edition

I don’t know why I remember our kindergarten classes goldfish. His bright orange scales gliding across the water, taunting me with his hollow affections and meaningless glances. We used to argue about his name. It was the only thing that felt important, a bond shared between an animals eponym, whether it was Mr. Fisher or Gabby Gulp. A love of truth and blind justice was the only thing that guided us back then. And even after hours of arguing, when our battle wounds seemed untreatable, that little fish taught us that we could still laugh together despite our tireless debate. I still can feel the red hot tears that ran recklessly down my face at his “funeral”. Our first and our last, our hope and our despair, my alpha to your omega, had left this broken world. His spirit and sass that pushed us apart in our views had pulled us together in our friendship. And I don’t know why...

It Makes Sense Or Does It ?

Asking “Why” is so conflicting
Something with such an abstract meaning
But still it plagues the human soul
And makes it all so unbearable 

Whys don’t even know their purpose 
An empty page it feels so worthless
Not knowing knows that it deserves this
And questions wish that they are missed 

It Makes Sense Or Does It ?

Asking “Why” is so conflicting
Something with such an abstract meaning
But still it plagues the human soul
And makes it all so unbearable 

Why’s don’t even know their purpose 
An empty page it feels so worthless
Not knowing knows that it deserves this
And question's wish that they are missed 

Writing for Children Competition 2020

Lost?

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DqiH1DvG0ITUPNrmXK970N0ZUoTZt5lJHZmHD7jJpRQ/edit?usp=sharing

Lost?
By Noah Mote 

Page 1) It was raining when mamma left
*A silhouette of a monster father and his daughter hugging in a graveyard

Page 2) And daddy hugged little monster closer
*A zoom in of the father and daughter's faces as they hug 

Page 3) Whispering in her tiny ears, “I love you more than anything...”
*A picture of a cute heart with a medium sized crack in it and a dark background that has the dialogue written on it

Page 4) But little monster didn’t understand why or where her mamma went
*Little monster is shown on her porch with a confused expression on her face, hugging her little teddy bear close to her chest. Why and where are written in the space above her head.

Page 5) And she felt lost, so very lost
*A picture of little monster sitting alone as black surrounds her in a spiraling darkness.

Page 6) But daddy’s words rang through her head...

Writing for Children Competition 2020

Lost?

Lost?
By Noah Mote 

Page 1) It was raining when mamma left
*A silhouette of a monster father and his daughter hugging in a graveyard

Page 2) And daddy hugged little monster closer
*A zoom in of the father and daughter's faces as they hug 

Page 3) Whispering in her tiny ears, “I love you more than anything...”
*A picture of a cute heart with a medium sized crack in it and a dark background that has the dialogue written on it

Page 4) But little monster didn’t understand why or where her mamma went
*Little monster is shown on her porch with a confused expression on her face, hugging her little teddy bear close to her chest. Why and where are written in the space above her head.

Page 5) And she felt lost, so very lost
*A picture of little monster sitting alone as black surrounds her in a spiraling darkness.

Page 6) But daddy’s words rang through her head and...

Word Collage

I Know You Know

Just.
Stop. 
Screaming.

I can feel it pounding in my soul 
An endless beat that won't let go 
and I know.

You 

     K
       N
         O
           W 

             That it's killing me

That I can hear each
Syllable.

Each 
     Croak
            Of
               Your
                     Voice

Reaching in to my aching heart
And everytime I fall apart

I want to
             Fall
                 Into your arms 

But I can't
It's tearing me apart

So,
Just.
Stop.
Screaming.

Stop
   
     R
      E
       A
        C
         H 
           I 
 ...

The First Bite


The first bite is always bittersweet
The subtle taste of the life an orange lived 
Or the blood that coursed through a young cows veins
You can taste it all if you try hard enough

The first bite is filled with memories
Dreams shared over a bag of potato chips
And lifetimes filled with cucumber salad  
The tongue can feel them all again

The first bite is beautiful
Because no matter how hard you try
You can’t shake the feeling that these foods have a past
And that each bite is craving
To be acknowledged 

Writing for Children Competition 2020

Lost?

Page 1) It was raining when mamma left
Page 2) And daddy hugged little monster closer
Page 3) Whispering in her tiny ears 
Page 4) “I love you more than anything...”
Page 5) But little monster didn’t understand
Page 6) Why or where her mamma went
Page 7) And she felt lost 
Page 8) So very lost
Page 9) But daddy’s words rand through her head
Page 10) And she was not afraid
Page 11) She put on her nicest clothes
Page 12) Pulled on her big rain boots
Page 13) Held her little head high 
Page 14) And went to find her mamma
Page 15) Little monster looked up and down
Page 16) Left and right 
Page 17) And all through the town
Page 18) But all she did was wander
Page 19) Farther and farther from home
Page 20) Poor little monster felt so alone
Page 21) And sat down on a nearby rock to cry
Page 22)...

Teacher Of Sorrow - Short Poem

You taught me how to laugh and live
Carving lessons in my ready palms 
Sewing love into my lips 
And making an everlasting impressions on my heart

Is It Me You Miss Or Someone Else - Short Poem

Sometimes I wonder if it’s me your missing 
Because it’s you I miss the most
And when I dream my happiest dreams
They’re always ones of you 

Children's Book Idea Poll! Post Your Pick In the Comments!

Ok I really want to write and illustrate a children's book and I'm playing with a few different ideas and wanted to know everyones opinion! 

1. A story that deals with loss and explores the view of a child/monster character as they go to find where their mother has gone...

2. A story that's more of an imagined world and goes on an adventure with the main child character without having a real message. 

3. A story about imaginary friends which would serve as a rewrite of an old children's book I wrote this time including a better message and better illustrations. 

Let me know what you think in the comments!
Bye!

Death Is... Necessary

She kissed her fingers before pressing them gently against the envelope seal. The soft rays of the morning sun illuminated her pale skin through the blue window pane. “So.. you came” She whispered tucking the letter away in the top left drawer of the hefty desk that surrounded her. “Oh child...” A deep voice answered from the shadows. “Of course I came... It’s not like I could've just stayed away...” The voice came closer “Death is... necessary my dear.” She shuffled uncomfortably in her large furnished chair. “I know...” she replied. “I just didn’t expect you till later... much later.” Tears welled in her bright blue eyes. “I’m not ready...” The darkness closed in on her a little more. “No one is ever... ready for death...” The booming yet sweet voice answered again “It wouldn't have mattered if you were one or one thousand... no one is ever really ready.” She huddled her knees closer to her chest. “Child...” The...

The Truth In Your Work

We met on the very first day of school
Kindergarten classroom 
Crazy crayola crayons
A box and a heart 
To call my own

I saw you there from across the distance 
Deciding right then and there
That you were the one
At least the one I would share my crayons with
If yours ever broke

And I don’t remember much 
About the first day of school
But I remember that feeling
No recognition just remembrance
That I had fallen in love

And over the year we grew so close
Over toys and holidays
And games of mancala in the rain
Even though we didn’t really know how to play 
We still laughed

I remember when I lost you
For one year in the middle 
Around 3rd grade was when
We had our first separate teachers 
And I walked all alone

And I remember shakily 
Asking you to play with me 
Superheros on that fateful day 
And we promised to never...

The Truth In Your Work

We met on the very first day of school
Kindergarten classroom 
Crazy crayola crayons
A box and a heart 
To call my own

I saw you there from across the distance 
Deciding right then and there
That you were the one
At least the one I would share my crayons with
If yours ever broke

And I don’t remember much 
About the first day of school
But I remember that feeling
No recognition just remembrance
That I had fallen in love

And over the year we grew so close
Over toys and holidays
And games of mancala in the rain
Even though we didn’t really know how to play 
We still laughed

I remember when I lost you
For one year in the middle 
Around 3rd grade was when
We had our first separate teachers 
And I walked all alone

And I remember shakily 
Asking you to play with me 
Superheros on that fateful day 
And we promised to never...

A Song To Stuffed Animals

Old bear was nothing, to himself or to anybody. He used to have purpose at one time or another. He would hold out his hands offering nothing but his little soul to the world and to his people. He would carve his name deep with a tiny claw and a crooked hand into the hearts of family. Now all that was left was blood, tears, and memories which held fast to his matted fur and button eyes as he drifts off into the forgotten abyss called the past.  

A Love Poem To Love Poems (Read Footnotes For Info)

I’ve written songs to you, to us 
Back when you weren't successful
Back when you were interesting
I feel like you don’t remember 
I feel like you don’t feel my heart
My hands reaching out to you
Back then we were in the same old boat
On an endless broken ocean
Sailing with each other
To forever 
We used to make waves
And make messes
Showing everyone that young love
Is truly boundless
You’ve always been stuck in the back of my head
I remember your laugh and your dreams
On bus rides to field trips 
And birthday’s on the blacktop
You've made yourself very hard to forget
And now it’s such a pity 
And It’s so cruel to say 
But I hope you lose your way
And wander back to me
Cause I’m still that lost kid 
Waiting on the 
Godmanchester Chinese Bridge
 

Thanksgiving Limerick

1. I love my thanksgiving dinnerThe dirt, the cow, and the liver
The feet and the toes
The eyes and the nose
They make the tastiest dinner

2. When I pluck the turkey’s feathersIn the cold fall-winter weather
He bleeds on the floor 
And It’s never a bore
And the blood tastes better than ever

3. I cut off the small turkey’s headWith a chop! And a bang! He lays dead
Throw away the rest
Cause the head is the best
When paired with the crusty cornbread

4. I throw rolls at my dog’s faceAfterall she’s just one big disgrace
Then she gobbles it up
Like a bad little pup
And the roll is gone! What a waste!

I Used To Be Someone To You... (Creative Writing)

I used to be someone

Maybe just by pure luck
Or undefined circumstance 
I used to feel important

To think of me with significance
A heart in one hand
And a life in the other

I used to hear voices
Voices of interest, intrigue, excitement
Everyone wanting to fit in, somewhere

I used to feel happy 
To see a glowing face, a bright big smile 
On someone's face

I used to dream 
I used to scheam little things and brand new ways
To get you back

I used to write poems
That told the surface of stories and reached out
Into the dark places in my heart

I used to see you
So very happy, you just looked so happy
Without me...

And to think....
I used to be someone
to somebody

And you used to be mine

I'm Afraid And So Are They

“It’s dark in there!” The people cry
“I know” I whisper gentle, loving

“We live with snails!” The people scream
“I know” I sing them back to sleep

“You feed us sugar and spicy shoes”
“I know” I yell “Don't bite my hands"

“Wolves they cry and we are scared”
“I know” I coax with crying eyes.

“Of you” They say “We fear your ways”
“I know... I fear me too”

Everything... But Every Time I Attempt Another Sorry I Turn Away...

I’ve been trying to count it on my hands
My fear of things both big and small
But looking you straight in the eyes
That’s my biggest fear of all

I see my fault and tears in them
They whisper things I thought I knew
The lies I told, the empty years
I should have just tried to talk to you

But I’m afraid of everything
So yes, Your bright blue eyes they scare me
But I keep trying so so hard
To tell you that I'm sorry

What I Would Do (A Creative Writing Class Prompt)

If I didn’t see my friend for six and a half years
I would simply feel empty
Rejecting my own voice 
Scraping any excess interest off my dry and useless tongue
I would break my fingers
Bruise my hands
Writing poems to who we used to be 
In our good old days
I would learn to move on
One shaky step at a time 
Forgetting things we used to say
Things we used to dream and do
Struggling to find someone else
To see the future with 
And to be honest
I’d be just living in my current reality

His Existence Was All that Was Left

The children say he used to belong. Somewhere, somehow. But the city rose, the city fell, the grass grew, and the grass died, but still he sat watching, carefully observing his ever changing world. Rust grew over his eyes and his arms began to squeak at the hinges but still he felt the earth move around him. He felt things change without him. On rainy days he would think of them. The little boy and the little girl. Their warm skin and auburn hair, best friends forever. He was their world all wrapped up in a few metal boxes and limbs. He was their life until their life moved on. When the rain stops he thinks of the day they left him behind. It was hot and dull when they whispered in his ear with dry voices and cracked lips “Goodbye”... He used to feel like he belonged, now all he felt was existence. 

Repetition In "I'm Sorry" Doesn't Break The Walls I've Built

I've been waiting 
It's been a while
To hear you laugh
To see you smile
I've been writing
Singing songs
To help me find
Where I belong
And I keep reaching
Trying hard
To rewrite 
Our broken stars

Hey kid its not like I've stopped trying
To get close to you, but I'd be lying
If I said its all left to you
I just can't remember who
...
We used to be

Long lost friend, I've not stopped crying 
Waiting, wishing, thinking, rhyming,
Your right there everyday
I've just got to find the right way
...
To say sorry

I've been waiting 
It's been a while
To hear you laugh
To see you smile
I've been writing
Singing songs
To help me find
Where I belong
And I keep reaching
Trying hard
To rewrite 
Our broken stars



 

Broken Bejeweled Eyes

I dig my fingers deep into her hair, pushing them forcefully towards her scalp. “Ow!” She screams, ripping me off her head. “Mom do I have to?!” she whines casting a sad glance over at her observing mother in the corner. “Come on, dear...” The mother whispers soft and gentle. “Don’t you want to look like a princess?”. She sighs, annoyed “Yes...” She sticks me back on her head and I dig my fingers in again. Her hair is cold and wet. She must have just came from a bath. My bejeweled eyes drill silently into her mother’s. What a cruel woman she is. Doesn’t she know that I have feelings too? The girl gets up and I jostle suddenly. “Careful child” I whisper. They can’t hear me, they never hear me. The girl inhales slightly adjusting my position in her head. Her constant jabs hurt my stomach. I sometimes wish I could breathe but then again why should I?...

Elephant In The Room

Elephant in the room
Nicotine is an addictive chemical
announcement, special event
Secrets of... Baby #2?
Coming up 
Sandwich
Best served when chilled with deep belly fat
And minty mouthwash
The first bite is the sweetest!

Kasey's Kitty

Kasey cut her kitties hair 
Day and night they said

Kasey licked the kitty clean 
Until the cat laid dead

“Now what to do?” Kasey sighed
Tugging at a thread
 
“I am quite peckish” Kasey yawned
Scratching her sleepy head
 
“I've got it now!” Kasey screeched
And upon the cat she fed

Kasey ate her kitty gone 
And then she went to bed

When The Wind Was Bitter

He used to whisper about that day. “It was cold” he said to me one afternoon when the leaves were dry and the wind was bitter and strong. “I remember.” When he talked to me his eyes clouded up and he spoke very little of the past. “She was beautiful...” he muttered one hot summer afternoon when the sun went down and the stars shone through the window, dancing on his face. He speaks of her often. Many things about her favorite scents and the way she used to laugh. “He looked like her.” He told me softly in the spring when flowers grew in the grass and tulips lay in the window sill. “I loved him with all my heart.” His sandy blond haired son. This was the first time I heard about him. The first time I heard the rumors. “I loved him...” He died that winter when the snow fell lightly on the trees and I stood...

(FRI) END

He thought she looked at him different 
He thought that pieces of string could hold together 
Two fragments of a broken picture frame
as long as you used enough craft clue
  
He thought he saw her whisper
He heard her tongue against her teeth
Hand against her sides 
Knife against his chest
Whispering 

He thought he saw her in the fire
And when the fire went out 
He lit it again
Built back up the sticks 
Striked two rocks together
Fixed his broken fingers
And finally It worked 

But only in his mind 
He thought from time to time 
Maybe It didn’t

Maybe it was me with three buckets of water
A little spray can 
And a wet paper towel

He keeps counting on his fingers 
carving letters in his hand
Licking off the blood 
And repeating 

Because nothing hurts as bad 
Nothing get's infected
Like a simple goodbye

Because Friend is only end
And I can’t seem to...

(FRI) END

He thought she looked at him different 
He thought that pieces of string could hold together 
Two fragments of a broken picture frame
as long as you used enough craft clue
  
He thought he saw her whisper
He heard her tongue against her teeth
Hand against her sides 
Knife against his chest
Whispering 

He thought he saw her in the fire
And when the fire went out 
He lit it again
Built back up the sticks 
Striked two rocks together
Fixed his broken fingers
And finally It worked 

But only in his mind 
He thought from time to time 
Maybe It didn’t

Maybe it was me with three buckets of water
A little spray can 
And a wet paper towel

He keeps counting on his fingers 
carving letters in his hand
Licking off the blood 
And repeating 

Becaue nothing hurts as bad 
Nothing get's infected
Like a simple goodbye

Because Friend is only end
And I can’t seem to...

Salt

The slight wind wafts it over to me. The scent lingers on my tongue and pours out my eyes. Salt... a seasoned dish of memories and summer nights illuminated by the campfire at Bob’s Pine Grove and the shine of the sun through an off white Haribo gummy bear. The thoughts of glass rounded by the rough seas, aloe Vera plants at a cottage, an emerald dolphin, and a mouth full of sand drift in and out of consciousness as the sun sets over the horizon. The sting in my nose keeps me awake and aware but relaxes me simultaneously, letting me breath for what seems like the very first time. Salt... a rich tapestry of family, friends, and s'mores inside of ice cream cones. The feel of a fresh deck of cards in the darkness, a game lit by a dim lantern at midnight, sunscreen against rough skin, and freckles dancing on my face, they all remind...

Crispy Fingernail Eating

Crisp
They slide down her throat
Scraping the sides of her esophagus 
Leaving small scratches 
and sticking into her tongue

Fresh Fingernails
Fished fast from the floor
At Sally’s house they tasted better 
But Bruno always brought the best

“Yum yum” she whispered
Toenails tasted totally fine 
But fingernails felt more... flavorful
Fruitful, friendly, favorite

Fingernails
  

Boundaries And Personal Space?

It was dull this afternoon. Usually she baked, but today... today she was quiet. She shuffled over to me, her slippers disturbing the pink shag carpet below her feet activating the faint smell of wet dog. She set something on the floral couch in the corner, then continued her prolonged limp towards the dark oak table where I sat. I slight breeze blew through the window and gave me a chill. Something wasn’t right. My heart beat faster as she got closer and closer. When she got to me she leaned in towards my ear, her lips smacking with each old syllable, whispering “I haven’t always heard them....” I pushed away from her “Haven’t always heard... what?” I demanded. She just frowned and turned back to the kitchen. I couldn’t stay there any longer. Our two hours were almost up anyway and she never cared if I left early. “Goodbye, gran.” she told me to call her gran the first...

Broken Pieces In My Finger

“How funny...” she whispered under her breath. It was cold that afternoon and the the windows still sat wide open. “36 candles.” The ice felt cold on her hands but she still had to hold it, she still had to. “Forty five minutes.” Somewhere eyes were watching a little girl pack her bags, and somewhere else eyes were seeing their son for the first time. “92 colors.” Those shoes cut into her heels and she began to bleed. Her hands twitched and her face scrunched up. It was dark. “So you came?” The door opened, her eyes opened, his lips opened... “Why are you broken?” he sang songs to her, he held her hand, he told her the future, and they laughed at the past... “You used to be someone else...” he reached for her hand. She pulled away “How funny...” she chuckled. How funny...  

Smiles And Scraped Up Knees: An Original Song On The Ukulele

Verse: C G Am F
Chorus: G F Am C
Bridge: F G C A
Strum pattern: Down, down, up, up, down 

(Verse 1)
(C G Am F)
So when I see you
Oh My feet are cold
(C G Am F) 
Now my ears are bleeding 
I just didn’t know 

(Chorus)
(G F Am C) 
Oh you used to be 
Smiles and scraped up knees
(G F Am C)
I just want to see 
Come sit next to me

(Verse 2)
(C G Am F)
And when I met you 
oh you changed my view
(C G Am F)
Gone are the days now
There’s No thing we could do

(Chorus)
(G F Am C)
Oh we used to sing
Then we grew our wings
(G F Am C)
Nothing left to bring
Just songs we used to sing 

(Bridge)
(F G C A)
And you used to be 
The one for me
(F G C A) 
And I used to...

Friendship <3

Friends:
Fry you
Rip you into tiny pieces 
Ingest your eyeballs
Eat your bones
Never complain about your horrid taste
Devour your crunchy skin
Sell the rest of you at the bake sale

Broken Pieces In My Finger

“How funny...” she whispered under her breath. It was cold that afternoon and the the windows still sat wide open. “36 candles.” The ice felt cold on her hands but she still had to hold it, she still had to. “Forty five minutes.” Somewhere eyes were watching a little girl pack her bags, and somewhere else eyes were seeing their son for the first time. “92 colors.” Those shoes cut into her heels and she began to bleed. HEr hands twitched and her face scrunched up. It was dark. “So you came?” The door opened, her eyes opened, his lips opened... “Why are you broken?” he sang songs to her, he held her hand, he told her the future, and they laughed at the past... “You used to be someone else...” he reached for her hand. She pulled away “How funny...” she chuckled. How funny...  

Isn't That Fowl?

His hands were made of two dead birds. He thought of them as often as he could but sometimes they slipped from his mind. But oh in those quiet hours when he thought of nothing but those two dead birds, that was when he remembered the afternoons of that empty winter. How he craved the taste of the fresh snow on his tongue and the warm feeling he felt when he saw the wooden logs of the cabin. But inside was where the real problem lied. He could think of nothing worse than mother’s hugs and that little metal box. It sat alone in the corner. It’s hands sat politely on it’s lap and it's blue winter cap sat perfectly straight on head. Mother loved it more than anything, more than life. She whispered that to It one night, spitting spitefully in his ear only seconds afterward. That’s when he felt his hands molding into feathers and his fingernails morphing...

Whispering In A Dream

Whispering in a dream
The quiet without the Q U E 
Is just IT

An empty promise
Is full of broken possibilities 
An empty possibility 
Is filled with broken promises

Her shiny rings
Liked to break the scilence 
Liked to tell a story 
Liked to sing a song

Count it on your fingers
Or at least try 
Because a dream is just a memory 

And I can't seem to remember you 

Smiles And Scraped Up Knees: An Original Song On The Ukulele

Verse: C G Am F
Chorus: G F Am C
Bridge: F G C A
Strum pattern: Down, down, up, up, down 

(Verse 1)
So when I see you
Oh My feet are cold

Now my ears are bleeding 
I just didn’t know 

(Chorus)
Oh you used to be 
Smiles and scratched up knees 
I just want to see 
Come sit next to me

(Verse 2)
And when I met you 
oh you changed my view

Gone are the days now
There’s No thing we could do

(Chorus)
Oh we used to sing
Then we grew our wings 
Nothing left to bring
Just songs we used to sing 

(Bridge)
And you used to be 
The one for me 
And I used to be 
Someone to somebody 

(Verse 3)
Brush of your shoulders
Face something new

When you got older
Goodbyes only grew

(Chorus)
Oh we used to be 
Lost in a beautiful sea
Young and dumb and free
Please come back to...

100 Pieces???!!!

Yay!!! I just got to one hundred pieces on here!!! Thank you guys so much for helping me better myself as a writer with all your helpful reviews and feedback! Love y’all so much!!! <3

Smiles And Scraped Up Knees: An Original Song On The Ukulele

Verse: C G Am F
Chorus: G F Am C
Bridge: F G C A
Strum pattern: Down, down, up, up, down 

(Verse 1)
So when I see you
Oh My feet are cold

Now my ears are bleeding 
I just didn’t know 

(Chorus)
Oh you used to be 
Smiles and scraped up knees 
I just want to see 
Come sit next to me

(Verse 2)
And when I met you 
oh you changed my view

Gone are the days now
There’s No thing we could do

(Chorus)
Oh we used to sing
Then we grew our wings 
Nothing left to bring
Just songs we used to sing 

(Bridge)
And you used to be 
The one for me 
And I used to be 
Someone to somebody 

(Verse 3)
Brush of your shoulders
Face something new

When you got older
Goodbyes only grew

(Chorus)
Oh we used to be 
Lost in a beautiful sea
Young and dumb and free
Please come back to...

When Your Stuck In A Room, Names Become Colors

How anybody could walk for even five minutes without collapsing into a heap on the floor, Gray didn’t know.

Yellow had ten fingers and one thumb which added up to 11 for he was a firm believer that thumbs weren't Fingers and he couldn’t be persuaded otherwise.

Green was very interested in the dead, making sure to call on them at nearly every hour of the day.

Red was often very silly and loving despite what her daughter said about her.

Blue was very mischievous and cartoony even in serious situations like yellow’s funeral.
  
Purple hated nonsense even though she was in fact the child of red and blue.
 
Brown was spunky and liked to run, and even though his best friend gray hated anything of that sort, they were buddies nonetheless.

Gold had no heart and just sat in the corner.
 
Silver cried while consuming Atrocious amounts of food.
 
Pink loved silver but only before...

Red Swings

Her fingernails were red. Not from paint or pieces of carefully cut colored paper, but from the broken memories and regrets of a long empty lifetime. She always had them by her side. They used to swing back and forth like two pendulums attached to her bony shoulders. Now they lay draped across her decaying chest. Her wrists were decorated with bracelets and pretty blue string, and her voice was soft like a mouse’s squeak, so delicate but still loud enough for you to hear. She was always surrounded by a cloud of perfume. It reminded her of unopened envelopes and fresh ink, her two favorite things. Then, there were her eyes. They were like a gust of wind, like fresh air, like pure water. Nothing could keep you from staring deep into them and forgetting all your petty troubles. I still have her photo. It lies in a taped up box underneath my bed. And every night I can't...

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

To The Ones Who Daydream Of A Bright Future

He held the children in his bony hands. They were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He daydreamed of a golden future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time, and murmured in a tone, sad and low “Remember me...”

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

To The Ones Who Daydream Of A Bright Future

He held the children in his bony hands, they were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He daydreamed of a golden future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time, and murmured in a tone, sad and low “Remember me...”

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

To The Ones Who Daydream Of A Bright Future

When he held the children in his bony hands, they were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He daydreamed of a golden future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time, murmmin a tone, sad and low “Remember me...”

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

To The Ones Who Daydream Of A Bright Future

When he held the children in his bony hands, they were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He daydreamed of a golden future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time, muttering in a tone, sad and low “Remember me...”

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

To The Ones Who Daydream Of A Bright Future

When he held his children in his hand, they were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He dreamed of a bright future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time and whispered in a tone, sad and low “Remember me...”

Update! More Work Coming!!!

Hey everyone!!! As some of you may know I only post like one or two pieces a week... But, school just started and I am taking creative writing again! Now you can expect a lot more work coming out of this account! I know I’m not that great at writing but I just thought I should let everyone know why I’ll be posting more often lol. Thank you guys so much for supporting me and my writing and I am excited to hear more from you guys this school year! Thank you and keep on writing!
- Yours truly, The Campbell Kid <3

Loose Myself

So I tried 

I tried to walk to your house 
Flowers in hand 
Each step felt like forever 
Each house was blurred in my eyes

I wandered 

Walking, trying to remember
The name of your street 
The color of your walls
The number of the windows 

I couldn’t remember 

All I could see 
was it was on the corner 
the right corner 
And so I kept walking 

I couldn’t find my way home 

I just knew you were near me 
I was ready just to see 
To see your face through the window 
But it was night time now 

And then I realized 

When I was walking back
Red hot tears streaming down my cheeks 
“The only way I can find you,
Is if I loose myself...”

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

To The Ones Who Daydream Of A Bright Future

When he held his children in his hand, they were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He dreamed of a bright future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time and whispered in a tone, sad and low “Remember me...”

I’m Not Really Conscious At 10PM

Just like always, I watch you pass me by, dreaming of that one august I wish you would remember 
Only then do I feel the sting of the stream of tears on my cheek when around rolls September
Even though I wish you knew about all this writing, behind the screen I just sit and pout 
Yearning for the memories of you is different then actually reaching out

Maybe I’m just being dramatic 
After all I’m just too young and dumb but,
Remembering those days gives me a certain sense. Could it be love
Tearing, burning, searing, calming, calling, hurting, love 
I used to think you would come back 
Now I know 

4 years is  
just too
late

I’m Not Really Conscious At 10PM

Just like always, I watch you pass me by, dreaming of that one august I wish you would remember 
Only then do I feel the sting of the stream of tears on my cheek when around rolls September
Even though I wish you knew about all this writing, behind the screen I just sit and pout 
Yearning for the memories of you is different then actually reaching out

Maybe I’m just being dramatic 
After all I’m just too young and dumb but,
Remembering those days gives me a certain sense. Could it be love
Tearing, burning, searing, calming, calling, hurting, love 
I used to think you would come back 
Now I know 

4 years is  
Just too
late

I’m Not Really Conscious At 10PM

Just like always, I watch you pass me by, dreaming of that one August I wish you would remember 
Only then do I feel the sting of the stream of tears on my cheek when around rolls September
Even though I wish you knew about all this writing, behind the screen I just sit and pout 
Yearning for the memories of you is different then actually reaching out

Maybe I’m just being dramatic 
After all I’m just too young and dumb but,
Remembering those days gives me a certain sense. Could it be love
Tearing, burning, searing, calming, calling, hurting, love 
I used to think you would come back 
Now I know 

4 years is  
Just too
late

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

To The Ones Who Daydream Of A Bright Future

When he held his children in his hand, they were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He dreamed of a bright future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time and whispered in a tone, sad and low “Remember me...”

Almost 4 Years...

I’ve sat
alone
no one by my side 
no ones hand to hold

pacing on pavement 
has never felt better
and I thought that we’d 
be together 
forever

but hey 
I guess I just write
for you to find it
sitting back 
behind a screen 
wishing you would bind it

sew my heart together
with a pretty piece of string
tie it up with ribbons 
and I’m wishing I could sing

so I could sing to you 
right outside your door
thinking to my self 
what’s one more

one more year of all this hiding
one more year of all this hurt
one more year of endless struggle 
reaching our to eat your dirt

and when I count it on my fingers 
it’s so obvious to see
in four more years i’ll stop the writing 
in four more years know where I’ll be?

i’ll be sitting in my attic 
box of broken memories 
i’ll be peeling back all the tape
pull...

Almost 4 Years...

I’ve sat
alone
no one by my side 
no ones hand to hold

pacing on pavement 
has never felt better
and I thought that we’d 
be together 
forever

but hey 
I guess I just write
for you to find it
sitting back 
behind a screen 
wishing you would bind it

sew my heart together
with a pretty piece of string
tie it up with ribbons 
and I’m wishing I could sing

so I could sing to you 
right outside your door
thinking to my self 
what’s one more

one more year of all this hiding
one more year of all this hurt
one more year of endless struggle 
reaching our to eat your dirt

and when I count it on my fingers 
it’s so obvious to see
in four more years i’ll stop the writing 
in four more years know where I’ll be?

i’ll be sitting in my attic 
box of broken memories 
i’ll be peeling back all the tape
pull...

Re-Write God Manchester Chinese Bridge By The Howl And The Hum : Story From a Song

 There I sat, one hand by my side and the other covering my face. All I could do was think. Think of her and what I would say, what I would do. My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden squeaking of tennis shoes on the wet concrete. Rain began to fall on my arched back. I looked at my hand and saw that in my frustration I had carved a small face in the sidewalk. It’s lips were turned down in a frown, just like my own. She walked closer and plopped into a clump of raincoat next to me. She was angry. I could tell from the way she held herself and from the fire that burned in her eyes. I knew. Even though she didn’t let her fury melt onto her pale cheeks, I still knew. I was angry too. She was sitting there like she had done nothing wrong, like It was all my fault. She was...

Re-Write God Manchester Chinese Bridge By The Howl And The Hum : Story From a Song

 There I sat, head in hands. All I could do was think. Think of her and what I would say, what I would do. My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden squeaking of tennis shoes on the wet concrete. Rain began to fall on my arched back. I looked at my hands and saw that in my frustration I had carved a small face in the sidewalk. It’s lips were turned down in a frown, just like my own. She walked closer and plopped into a clump of raincoat next to me. She was angry. I could tell from the way she held herself and from the fire that burned in her eyes. I knew. Even though she didn’t let her fury melt onto her pale cheeks, I still knew. I was angry too. She was sitting there like she had done nothing wrong, like It was all my fault. She was the one who abandoned me. I was the...

To The Girl Out There With The Heart Of Gold... I Know You Won't Ever See This.

To the girl out there with the heart of gold

I'm sorry
That I never said those three words
I'm sorry 
That our love poem's lines were blurred 
I'm sorry 
That I held a small wall when I held your hand
I'm sorry 
That I broke your heart down to small grains of sand 
I'm sorry
That I want you to stop being so okay
I'm sorry
That when you look at me I turn my eyes away 

Although you will never read this 
Just know it exists

To the girl out there with the heart of gold 
Remember that bracelet you wear on your wrist

I Got So Tired Of Missing You, I Wrote A Bridge Between Us (Or At Least I Tried)

Wow 
I never thought that I
I would miss you so much 
Just thought of your touch 
In my hand
Wow 
And when I think of you now 
I just furrow my brow
Turning away
Everyday 
As I see you passing by
Your the apple of my eye 
and the blood in my veins 
When it rains
I turn yet another page
Mark another tally 
on the wall 
One more day
One more day without you 
Or the smile on your face 
One more day 
One more day that my heart changes pace 
One more day 
Where the stars align 
and I give out a sigh 
and call out your name 
And if it was really truly up to me
I’d walk to your house 
A boom box in hand 
and tell you I’m sorry
And just like we planned 
We’d be together again 
We’d go to school
And laugh together 
be just like we used to 
like we used...

Fingernails Dig Into Freshly Fallen Snow

 Her fingers curled around the crows feeble body. It’s eyes darting back and forth in it’s minuscule skull. She tightened her grip feeling the creatures small ribs crushing and collapsing under the pressure of her bony hands. The girls mind jumped back and forth. It wandered just as rapidly as the crows eyes and their never ending race from the ground to the figure that held it in a crushing grip. The crunch of the birds body and the convulsion of the animal itself was proving to be too much to handle for her. She dropped the bird in sudden disgust, a single tear lay on her pale cheek. “I... I, can’t do it”. These words slipped from her mouth in between each one of her gasping breaths. A voice slithered out of the darkness and along with it came a man. He was wise in his face. His high cheekbones and a square jaw gave the impression of a...

Fingernails Dig Into Freshly Fallen Snow

 Her fingers curled around the crows feeble body. It’s eyes darting back and forth in it’s minuscule skull. She tightened her grip feeling the creatures small ribs crushing and collapsing under the pressure of her bony hands. The girls mind jumped back and forth. It wandered just as rapidly as the crows eyes and their never ending race from the ground to the figure that held it in a crushing grip. The crunch of the birds body and the convulsion of the animal itself was proving to be too much to handle for her. She dropped the bird in sudden disgust, a single tear lay on her pale cheek. “I... I, can’t do it”. These words slipped from her mouth in between each one of her gasping breaths. A voice slithered out of the darkness and along with it came a man. He was wise in his face. His high cheekbones and a square jaw gave the impression of a...

Flash Fiction Competition 2019 Practice 99 Words

 When he held his children in his hand they were warm against his peeling skin. He whispered a song etched on the sides of his heart, into their tiny ears. Soft and sweet. He watched their eyes close gently and felt their quiet snores as he rocked them back and forth in his arms. He dreamed of a bright future often. One where they could run away, where they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One where they were free. He glanced down at them for the very last time and whispered in a tone, sad and low “ Remember me...”

Black Plague Or Bee For Short... A Flash Fiction Story

 Dust gathered on a single grandfather clock that stood tall in the corner of the room. It was raining outside and the moon shone bright through the cottage windows. The dull ring from the clock prompted the arrival of midnight. Bee awoke in a cold sweat. “Well... fancy that” he mumbled under his breath as he hopped out of bed and shuffled his small feet into his fuzziest pair of slippers. “Just as I fall asleep... poof! It’s midnight!” He reached for his mug that lay on his bedside table and took a sip, sitting down for only a second and jumping up again. “He who waits on fortune is never sure of a dinner!..” He declared cheerfully, a wide smile flashing across his face. He grabbed his coat and hat hurrying out the door and into the cold night air. The stars twinkled brightly above his head. Tonight would see the death of many.

Should I cut my hair!?

Hi! You might not know me but I still want your opinion! I’m thinking about cutting my hair on the sides before summer camp. Right now my hair is out of control but it will grow into an Afro if I let it keep growing. I had an Afro when I was little and really do want one again but I don’t want to look scraggly! That’s where you guys come in! Comment down below what you think I should do! Even if you don’t know what I look like I still want your opinion! Thanks! Bye!

Song Writing Competition 2019

Predictable

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dIQ6CQDLRD0

VERSE 1
You like to
Look at me and laugh
(Laying low)
Til some time will pass
(Then you go)
Wandering home
Please don't go

You like
to watch me while I sleep
(Dreaming of)
Of who we used to be
(While you see)
The world pass by
In your eyes

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars filled with stars
Whisper who you should be

VERSE 3
So when you
dance around my head
(Up and down)
Thought of what you said
(Said aloud)
Is it true?
Do I miss you

Now I
pretend to read your mind
(All the time)
Leaving life behind
(It’s all fine)
You’re all mine
Till I realize

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars, lights and cars
Whisper “You're too needy”

VERSE 5
I’m used to
talking to myself
(In my head)
When will I run out
(Out of dread)
And reach...

Song Writing Competition 2019

Predictable

VERSE 1
You like to
Look at me and laugh
(Laying low)
Til some time will pass
(Then you go)
Wandering home
Please don't go

You like
to watch me while I sleep
(Dreaming of)
Of who we used to be
(While you see)
The world pass by
In your eyes

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars filled with stars
Whisper who you should be

VERSE 3
So when you
dance around my head
(Up and down)
Thought of what you said
(Said aloud)
Is it true?
Do I miss you

Now I
pretend to read your mind
(All the time)
Leaving life behind
(It’s all fine)
You’re all mine
Till I realize

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars, lights and cars
Whisper “You're too needy”

VERSE 5
I’m used to
talking to myself
(In my head)
When will I run out
(Out of dread)
And reach for...

Song Writing Competition 2019

Predictable

VERSE 1
You like to
Look at me and laugh
(Laying low)
Til some time will pass
(Then you go)
Wandering home
Please don't go

You like
to watch me while I sleep
(Dreaming of)
Of who we used to be
(While you see)
The world pass by
In your eyes

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars filled with stars
Whisper who you should be

VERSE 3
So when you
dance around my head
(Up and down)
Thought of what you said
(Said aloud)
Is it true?
Do I miss you

Now I
pretend to read your mind
(All the time)
Leaving life behind
(It’s all fine)
You’re all mine
Till I realize

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars, lights and cars
Whisper “You're too needy”

VERSE 5
I’m used to
talking to myself
(In my head)
When will I run out
(Out of dread)
And reach for...

Song Writing Competition 2019

Predictable

VERSE 1
You like to
Look at me and laugh
(Laying low)
Til some time will pass
(Then you go)
Wandering home
Please don't go

VERSE 2
You like
to watch me while I sleep
(Dreaming of)
Of who we used to be
(While you see)
The world pass by
In your eyes

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars filled with stars
Whisper who you should be

VERSE 3
So When you
dance around my head
(Up and down)
Thought of what you said
(Said aloud)
Is it true?
Do I miss you

VERSE 4
Now I
pretend to read your mind
(All the time)
Leaving life behind
(It’s all fine)
You’re all mine
Till I realize

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars, lights and cars
Whisper “You're too needy”

VERSE 5
Sometimes you
reach into my heart
(Rip it out)
Life begins to start 
(Then I doubt) ...

Song Writing Competition 2019

Predictable

VERSE 1
You like to
Look at me and laugh
(Laying low)
Til some time will pass
(Then you go)
Wandering home
Please don't go

VERSE 2
You like
to watch me while I sleep
(Dreaming of)
Of who we used to be
(While you see)
The world pass by
In your eyes

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars filled with stars
Whisper who you should be

VERSE 3
So When you
dance around my head
(Up and down)
Thought of what you said
(Said aloud)
Is it true?
Do I miss you

VERSE 4
Now I
pretend to read your mind
(All the time)
Leaving life behind
(It’s all fine)
You’re all mine
Till I realize

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars, lights and cars
Whisper “You're too needy”

VERSE 5
Sometimes you
reach into my heart
(Rip it out)
lives begins and starts
(Then I doubt) ...

#StopWritersBlockStew Full Piece

I forget the lyrics
Of the longing songs
Written by my broken heart
When I think of the shining smiles
On the walls of an empty room

I can hear their voices
Calling out to me
Shrill screams of hopeless panic
As they sink slowly down
Into a floor covered in their own broken dreams

And yet,
Still I find myself visiting fragments
Buried deep inside crevices in my mind
Thoughts of playgrounds
And wood chips and metal chain swings
I can still tell they think fondly of me

I reach out to them
With a solemn broken finger
Illuminating my path
And when I finally reach them
I find they only turn to dust and fall between my fingers
And my heart shatters once again

Song Writing Competition 2019

Predictable

VERSE 1
You like to
Look at me and laugh
(Waiting for)
For some time to pass
(Til you go)
Wandering home
Please don't go

VERSE 2
You like
to watch me while I sleep
(Dreaming of)
Who we used to be
(While you see)
The world pass by
In your eyes

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars filled with stars
Whisper who you should be

VERSE 3
So When you
dance around my head
(Up and down)
Thought of what you said
(Said aloud)
Is it true?
Do I miss you

VERSE 4
Now I
pretend to read your mind
(All the time)
Leaving life behind
(It’s all fine)
You’re all mine
Till I realize

CHORUS
I am so predictable
Broken hearts they break me
Mason jars filled with bars
Whisper “You're too needy”

VERSE 5
Sometimes you
reach into my heart
(Rip it out)
lives begins and starts
(Then I doubt)
If...

Post sentences In the comments and I’ll write something with them!!!

Hi! Thank you all for your great support! I was just wondering if you guys wanted to post some sentences in the comments? Then I’ll write a story with those comments so yeah! Post weird or deep or whatever just have fun with it lol... see you all later and yeah! Bye!

#StopWritersBlockStew 4 Reach Out Your Hand So I Know You're Still There

I reach out to them 
With a solemn broken finger 
Illuminating my path
And when I finally reach them
I find they only turn to dust and fall between my fingers
And my heart shatters once again     
 

#StopWritersBlockStew 3 Metal Chains

And yet,
Still I find myself visiting fragments
Buried deep inside crevices in my mind
Thoughts of playgrounds
And wood chips and metal chain swings
I can still tell they think fondly of me

tHIs Is A biG mEsS BuT yOu CAn GO hOmE tO tHE RiGhT?

Once upon a time there was sooo good and good service was great and I had a a good day I had thought of this and I thought it would definitely go again but the price is good for everything you need and I don’t have a good price and a great time with the other person and the staff are super helpful with all my hair done for a great summer and I love the price and the price is great for everything! Lol!

Post sentences In the comments and I’ll write something with them!!!

Hi! Thank you all for your great support! I was just wondering if you guys wanted to post some sentences in the comments? Then I’ll write a story with those comments so yeah! Post weird or deep or whatever just have fun with it lol... see you all later and yeah! Bye!

Post sentences In the comments and I’ll write something with them!!!

Hi! Thank you all for your great support! I was just wondering if you guys wanted to post some sentences in the comments? Then I’ll write a story with those comments so yeah! Post weird or deep or whatever just have fun with it lol... see you all later and yeah! Bye!

#nurseryrhymecontest A spiders web and the lies that were spun

He hid in the trees watching her, waiting for even the slightest movement of her hand. The sun beat down on both of them almost igniting his dark black hair but still they sat there. “I know your there spider...” He jumped at the sound of her voice. There was no use hiding anymore so he slunk down the trunk of the tree and sat by her on the bench. His lanky limbs dangled by his side. They sat there like that for a long while. Him blankly staring into the distance and her eating slowly and quietly, spoonfuls of grey goop. Then he spoke, hand shaking and voice quaking. “Muff I can’t do this anymore...” Tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his reddened cheek. “I just can’t go another day without letting you know how I feel” Her eyes twitched at those last few words “Don’t.” She whispered. “But...” He reached out to hold her hand but...

#StopWritersBlockStew 2 Broken Bones

I can hear their voices
Calling out to me
Shrill screams of hopeless panic
As they sink slowly down
Into a floor covered in their own broken dreams
 

A Q&A Because IDK I Was Just Wondering If You Had Any Questions

Hi everyone! I’m having my first question and answer thing on write the world! If you have any questions jsut post them in the comments and I will give you an answer so.... Bye!!! 

My #protagonistorantagonist attempt...

Ru leaped across the tree branches. His feet light and his movements fast. He knew Gee was close. Closer than he had ever dared to walk before. “I know your here.” Ru stopped suddenly. “Well, you’re awfully close today.” He chimed almost mockingly slinking slowly off his high perch in the trees. “What’s the plan today? Or are you just here to bother me.” Gee’s heart raced and his hands were shaking. Something was wrong. “I have her, Ru. I have her right here...” Ru went white. He knew something was off! “Now let’s just calm down. You don’t have to hurt her.” Gee pushed a figure forward and into the light. It was his only option. It had to be his only option. “I’ll kill her Ru! I swear I will! You know I will!” Tears rolled down his cheeks. “Just let me through.. I just want to get through!!” Ru shook his head hesitantly. “You know I can’t...

#1 Shrill Screams #StopWritersBlockStew

I forget the lyrics
Of the longing songs
Written by my broken heart
When I think of the shining smiles
On the walls of an empty room

Writer’s Block! #StopWritersBlockStew

We all experience writers block and it is honestly just the worst! I myself have been experiencing writers block this summer and I think this challenge thingy I’ve created will help with that. Everyday I will be writing like four or so lines of a poem that will continue to be added to until I feel it’s finished or the month ends. You can participate as well! Just create your own continuous poem and add #StopWritersBlockStew to participate in this writing unblocking exercise thingy! Thank you all so much! HAGS!!!

A Broken Heart Is Nightmare Fuel... and this is getting a little sappy?

The heart is the first to go
We held it gently in our intertwined hands
Skipping along the blacktop
Never thinking about what would happen if we dropped it

My eye’s can still feel
They feel the sting of the brush of your index finger
Across my tear filled palm
When we held each other closer as the wood chips disappeared around us

My hands still have the etchings
The sprawled out sketches of an artist
Who’s broken little fingers
Can’t really remember what it is he’s drawing but he continues to do so

My tongue can still taste it
The cheddar in the way we would chase feathers
And in the plastic bags
Of which the small squares would support many memories of foggy days in the past

I can still remember the nothing
The nothing I felt those two years when we looked away
Away from each others crying eyes
Not wishing to see the result of such poor...

I would like to apologize to Write The World

Dear, Write The World

I apologize for the personal nature that my writings have taken on lately but the issue with that person has been resolved. That piece that was taken down was not about what happened as of late but rather a reflection on the little memories I have from the past. I am sorry if it seems too personal but I assure you it does not have anything to do with my conversational writings from before. I have deleted the others but I wish for this one to stay up. Thank you for your time! 

Sincerely, Deep Thoughts In Noodle Soup

UMMMMM ANOTHER EMPTY PAGE FROM THE RANDOM DESK DRAWER IN MY MEMORY

The heart is the first to go
We held it gently in our intertwined hands
Skipping along the blacktop
Never thinking about what would happen if we dropped it

My eye’s can still feel
They feel the sting of the brush of your index finger
Across my tear filled palm
When we held each other closer as the wood chips disappeared around us

My hands still have the etchings
The sprawled out sketches of an artist
Who’s broken little fingers
Can’t really remember what it is he’s drawing but he continues to do so

My tongue can still taste it
The cheddar in the way we would chase feathers
And in the plastic bags
Of which the small squares would support many memories of foggy days in the past

I can still remember the nothing
The nothing I felt those two years when we looked away
Away from each others crying eyes
Not wishing to see the result of such...

The Forgotten Songs Of The Forest Floor

Hiss
Slither along the forest floor
Hiss
Forked tongues flicker in the breeze
Hiss
Drain them till there is nothing more
Hiss
Infect the forest and the leaves

It was a cold morning. The sun looked icy and glazed over instead of radiating its usual warm glow. They knew today was the day. The day that always came at the end of the year and lay just a week before christmas eve. Instead of a joyous, festive mood, they were all melancholy. All the forest animals remembered last year's attack. When the young screams of horror echoed through the trees as bit by bit their flesh tore apart. They remember the nightmares they get the week before the day. They have these dreams every night. They’ve tried to fight beck before, it’s useless. They can’t stop the slither and the crunch of the fallen leaves. They can't stop the smell of blood that lingers on the breeze. So they...

The Sin Is In The Stew Scene 1 and 2#Lovegood_24'sContest Prompt 3


Character List
Radish: She is always jealous of the other vegetables
Eggplant: In love with every single veggie she meets
Carrot: Thinks he is the best veggie and no one can beat him at anything
Potato: Always hungry (Cannibalistic) and is always eating anything he can get his hands on
Tomato: He has severe anger issues and always bursts out into fits of undying rage
Celery: She is always stealing from the other veggies and is always hogging all of the spices in the stew
Mushroom: He is very slow and loves to procrastinate. He takes his sweet time making his rotation around the pot
Narrator: Played by carrot. He is the story driver. Costume is the same as carrot except without the green hat




Synopsis: The veggies know their fate is death. Trying to grant their own final wishes seems like an easy task, but, when ones wishes are conflicting with others, it’s nearly impossible. It seems as if...

The Forgotten Songs Of The Forest Floor

Hiss
Slither along the forest floor
Hiss
Forked tongues flicker in the breeze
Hiss
Drain them till there is nothing more
Hiss
Infect the forest and the leaves

It was a cold morning. The sun looked icy and glazed over instead of radiating it’s usual warm glow. They knew today was the day. The day that always came at the end of the year and lay just a week before christmas eve. Instead of a joyous festive mood, they were all melancholy. All the forest animals remembered last year's attack. When the young screams of horror echoed through the trees as bit by bit their flesh tore apart. They remember the nightmares they get the week before the day. They have these dreams every night. They’ve tried to fight beck before, it’s useless. They can’t stop the slither and the crunch of the fallen leaves. They can't stop the smell of blood that lingers on the breeze. So they...

Elmo's Grocery List

  1. Raw chicken meat
  2. Red hair dye
  3. A rug
  4. A clown nose
  5. A bag of googly eyes
  6. A fourth birthday card
  7. A goldfish
  8. Multiple self help books
  9. Kermit the frog plush
  10. A large kitchen knife or a hammer or maybe a battle axe?
  11. Goat blood
  12. Bandaids
  13. A large goldfish bowl
  14. Gravel and plastic plants
  15. A rubber chicken
  16. Cookies
  17. Paint swatches
  18. A recipe book on how to cook fish
  19. Alcoholic beverages
  20. A switchblade
  21. Assorted fruit basket
  22. Fake eyeballs  
  23. A fan
  24. A bathrobe
  25. A rubber duck
  26. GLITTER!
  27. Construction paper
  28. A flea collar
  29. A silver platter big enough to hold the head of one's enemies
  30. And some stamps

The Heart Is Going On Vacation So A Stone Is Taking It's Place

The heart is the first to go
We held it gently in our intertwined hands
Skipping along the blacktop
Never thinking about what would happen if we dropped it

My eye’s can still feel
They feel the sting of the brush of your index finger
Across my tear filled palm
When we held each other closer as the wood chips disappeared around us

My hands still have the etchings
The sprawled out sketches of an artist
Who’s broken little fingers
Can’t really remember what it is he’s drawing but he continues to do so

My tongue can still taste it
The cheddar in the way we would chase feathers
And in the plastic bags
Of which the small squares would support many memories of foggy days in the past

I can still remember the nothing
The nothing I felt those two years when we looked away
Away from each others crying eyes
Not wishing to see the result of such...

A Mother Doing The Dishes

Why do I have so many dishes? I have no children, friends, family, or husband... But I have all these dishes? Isn’t that strange... I've got it! The little mice in the walls. I keep thinking they’re mice anyway... They could be a whole race of tiny little people just leaving me dishes. They must feel bad for me. Little old me all alone. But if they came out to greet me we could have a party! I wonder if they speak english. If they could do that then I would finally have someone to talk to. I haven’t talked to anyone in ever so long... But... what if they’re evil! What if they’re just making me wash all their dishes so they can wear me down and attack me when I’m too tired to run. Then they’d kill me. They’d probably eat my small intestine and my kidney first. That’s the most logical way to go about it. Eat...

Sorry This Has Been Deleted 2

I'm sorry I hurt you but NO! 
Move on...
I know I said I wasn't over her...
I'm not completly
but you've made me realize
that I don't want to dwell on the past 
On you 
On her
I don't want to be like you
Wishing for something I don't need
You don't NEED me! 
No! 
I don't want either of you 
I don't want to hurt either of you 
So i'm sorry to "Deny your feelings" 
I'm sorry if I sound kinda mean when I write this
But NO NO NO NO! 
I wasn't cruel and heartless 
I wasn't your almost future lover
I was your friend 
NO! Why don't you understand?
You have to stop making me feel sooo bad 
 Guilt tripping me 
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
I haven't broken you...
You've been sooo dramatic
Iv'e been dramatic too 
I'm sorry 
But This... You.. Me! 
WE NEED TO STOP!
I'm sorry 
So sorry 
Friends? 
 

Eyes And The Way They Can Feel The Touch Of Your Now Gone Hand

I remember kindergarten and the smell of fresh carpet and cubbies filled with shoes
I remember the time I met you and we argued about a goldfish name
I remember when we “fell” down the stair in a basket and I kissed you on the cheek
I remember the feeling of our fingers intertwined as we played hopscotch
I remember when I remember that because I can still feel the touch of your delicate fingers
I remember when we thought we could ever part and then we did
I remember walking back and forth on the blacktop watching you smile from afar
I remember being afraid you wouldn’t want me back as your friend
I remember getting up the nerve to ask to play superheros with you that day
I remember feeling nervous when I came to your birthday party
I remember how students and teachers alike knew we were inseparable
I remember when I talked to you for the...

Sorry This Has Been Deleted

J.M. And J.M. what a coincidence 
I hurt you I hurt her what a coincidence 
I'm sorry and i'm sorry what a coincidnece 
Now here's the difference 
I loved her, we're just friends that's the difference 
She moved on, you haven't that's the difference 
I want to be friends with her again, and I don't want to ruin our freindship that's the difference 
But hey 
I have to say 
What a coincidence 

Grandma's House

I drank dust in that empty house. The thought of the sun echoed through the halls as it dropped on the hardwood floor. Fur was all I knew as large swinging doors and cobble floors broke me down to just another ceramic vase in the corner.

Sorry This Has Been Deleted 3

I know you think they're about you
But it's not true 
It's not you 

It's not you who I loved 
Not you who wears my braclet 
now we just have to face it 
I just want to be friends 

She can't write poems
She has my braclet
She holds our stories 
You aren't her 
I know you

Just be friends 
I like it that way 
I'm sorrry to deny your feelings 
But I just don't want to ruin what we have 
 

The Longest Time

Longest Movie
Modern Times Forever (Stora Enso Building, Helsinki)
2011 ‧ Documentary ‧ 240 hours

Longest Game Of Monopoly
70 straight days

Longest Name
Hubert Blaine Wolfe­schlegel­stein­hausen­berger­dorff Sr.
55 Letters

Longest Time Married 
Zelmyra and Herbert Fisher
84 Years

Longest Operation 
Gertrude Levandowski Of Burnips
96 Hours

Longest Running TV Show 
Guiding Light
57 Years

Longest Fingernails 
Shridhar Chillal
197.8 Centimeters

My Longest Friendship
J. M. And Noodle Soup 
6 1/2 Years

My Longest Time Without My Best Friend 
3 Years 
 

Closure: A 25 Word Story

A rocking horse that never swayed. A gentle hand and nothing more. Thoughts of a family never stayed. Broken chalk lies on the floor. Closure.

Ode To Small Stuffed Valentine Gifts

Ode To Small Stuffed Valentine Gifts

I am writing this poem to you
You tiny stuffed Giraffe
That tugged at my heartstrings
Even though I was only 5
And I didn’t know what love was
But I knew I loved you

To you little bear
Who holds a miniscule heart
That heart in your hands is mine
It beats only for you
And it’s stitched to your palms
So you can’t ever let it go

To the red little dog
Who wears a lace ribbon
Around his nonexistent neck
To remind himself that he’s tied to my grubby child fingers
So he can’t ever leave me
Like Others have done in the past

To you Baby Duckling
Who stares at me with those innocent eyes
From the tiny plastic bag
With red hearts forever engraved
In my childish soul
And on my shaking hands

Each valentines day I’ll treasure these things
And even when only valentines are left in the...

To The Girl Out There With The Heart Of Gold... I Know You Won't Ever See This.

To the girl out there with the heart of gold

I'm sorry
That I never said those three words
I'm sorry 
That our love poem's lines were blurred 
I'm sorry 
That I held a small wall when I held your hand
I'm sorry 
That I broke your hearts legs so he couldn't stand
I'm sorry
That I want you to stop being so okay
I'm sorry
That when you look at me I turn my eyes away 

Although you will never read this 
Just know it exists

To the girl out there with the heart of gold 
Please keep wearing my braclet on your wrist 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Feeble Love Letters To Something We Used To Be: A Slam Poem

They met in kindergarten
Among a world of wood chips and giants feet
That treaded around their heads
In repetitive circles as they tried to figure out
What the world had to offer
Them

They grew up together
First and second grades flashed by
And they could never be torn apart
Because they knew they were made for each other
Because the world knew they were made for each other
And nothing could break their inseparable bond until

Third grade
Separate classes
All alone on the playground
They lost their inseparable bond that held them in its
Mothering arms

So the boy began walking
In the same repeating circles on the blacktop
Wishing he could hold her hand again
So he held his own, clenched his teeth
And kept on walking   
But then

Fourth grade
They were back together again playing
Superheros and chasing feathers they called  fluffies
And they were special because they were theirs
And nothing could...

The Woman With The Red High Heels And The Girl With The Flower Problem

She walked in and immediately I noticed her heels. They were little red slivers following the dainty curve of her foot as she pranced in through the doorway. “I have arrived” Her voice rang hollow throughout the balcony assaulting everyone's ears with a mixture of an empty heart and un-blinking eyes. The woman lay eyes on the dainty girl in her frilly chair. “My, my... flowers.... Again?” Her voice slightly mocking made the little girl frown. The girl stumbled out an excuse. “Well... I... I... I didn’t mean to...” The woman walked over mechanically to the child in the chair her paints in hand and with a chill i her voice whispered “Next time... You should be a little more cautious...” She had said it with such a tension it made the queen shutter. The girl let out a slight scream as the woman inched towards her face “Mother!”... The queen managed to croak out a feeble “Your scaring her...”...

Why Is The Water Melon (A Blackout Poem)

I dozed again.
With prolix conversations falling incoherent as I looked for my reflection.
I was old with a head not easily distinguishable in the night.
I found myself sitting by the fire again and I could not bring myself to bear the sight of his seat at the table.

The One Where Pheobe's Grandma Drinks Fur

He sat down at the miniature coffee table and listened to the rain that pounded on his grandmother's stained glass window. His eyes scanned the living room intently observing his intriguing surroundings. A tiger skin rug on the floor, little angel figurines on the mantle, a stuffed fox sitting on a faux leopard print chair in the corner, the usual array of his old stuffed animals on the floor. The smell in the air was a concoction of perfume, hot glue, cat litter, and lettuce, all coming together to assault his nose with the feeling of joy, home, and heart. Just as the wooden cuckoo clock (Which was imported from germany) had struck noon his grandma came into the living room from the kitchen carrying something in her brittle little arms. She sat down on her chair (made out of pleather and red silks) and placed it on the coffee table in front of him saying “Here My dearest.... I...

This Is Just A Nothing


They met in kindergarten
Among a world of wood chips and giants feet
That treated around their heads
In repetitive circles as they tried to figure out
What the world had to offer
Them

They grew up together
First and second  grades flashed by
And they could never be torn apart
Because they knew they were made for each other
Because the world knew they were made for each other
And nothing could break their inseparable bond until

Third grade
Separate classes
All alone on the playground
They lost their inseparable bond that held them in its
Mothering arms
So the boy began walking
In the same repeating circles on the blacktop
Wishing he could hold her hand again
So he held his own, clenched his teeth
And kept on walking   

But then
Fourth grade
They were back together again playing
Superheros and chasing feathers they called  fluffies
And they were special because they were theirs
And nothing could...

Just Leaves Me Guessing If I'm A Sycopath


It drinks tears
It eats hearts
It paints with blood
It’s form of art

It cries laughter
It licks scars
It claws in wrinkles
It loves the stars

It feels nothing
Death is it’s game
It rips at insides
It lights the flame

The fire in your eyes
It consumes your soul
It’s broken pieces  
It wants to feel whole

It drinks bone marrow
It feeds on your sorrow
It basks in suffering
It sees no tomorrow

It wants to kill you
From the inside out
It rots your emotions
It makes you shout

It makes you scream
You cry and fight
It breaks your heartaches
It continues to bite

To bury deeper
to cause you pain
To break your trust
It loves this game
It chases you
The dead of night
It’s coming coming
Try to fight
The shrill screams echo
The candle burns brighter
Your heart is beating
It has the lighter
Brighter higher
Screaming pain
No...

The Sin Is In The Stew - An Original One Act Play












Tagline: A group of very characteristic veggies live their lives in a bowl of stew.   
 



The Sin Is In The Stew


Noah Mote  




















Character List
Radish: She is always jealous of the other vegetables
Eggplant: In love with every single veggie she meets
Carrot: Thinks he is the best veggie and no one can beat him at anything
Potato: Always hungry (Cannibalistic) and is always eating anything he can get his hands on
Tomato: He has severe anger issues and always bursts out into fits of undying rage
Celery: She is always stealing from the other veggies and is always hogging all of the spices in the stew
Mushroom: He is very slow and loves to procrastinate. He takes his sweet time making his rotation around the pot
Narrator: Played by carrot. He is the story driver. Costume is the same as carrot except without the green hat




Synopsis: The veggies know their fate is death. Trying...

Random Pair Of Sneakers Found In My School's Trash Can

    A whole bunch of toes, ten to be exact, wedge themselves into my head. Very slowly, very carefully, as if not to damage my fragile being. But it still hurts. Hurts my head, resulting in a splitting headache, and a very full mind. Sometimes the toes wiggle. They gnaw at my insides causing me to laugh a hollow laugh, a pained laugh. A laugh of regret that I wasn’t able to stay in that lonely box, at that little store, for just one more day. But I loved the feeling. The feeling of finally being whole, a foot and a shoe. I cried when they left me. I grew fonder and fonder of feeling a wholeness that nothing else could give me but those size ten feet. Over time I dirtied with experience and love until I was a complete muddy mess with breaking soles, and a deteriorating lip. So, to the trash I went. They threw me...

Dr. Indestructible Snake

1.
Eyes cry oil
Broken fingers break
Newspapers soiled
Shiver cold shake
Scabbed up knees
Bookshelves they burn bright
Lost in the ashes
Quiet in the night
Lights filled with sand
Shrivelled apple cores
Faces cover darkness
Shattered tile floors
Lips never spoken
Shush not a sound
Lies eat honesty
A body on the ground
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2.
Mud splatters window panes
Rain burns our skin
Clouded eyes watch our turmoil
Spider’s webs spin
Blood soaking into the floor
Worms crawl under flesh
Feasts of lying whispering lips
The crimson wounds are fresh
The clouded eyes are closing
Forever they stay shut
Jars of human appendages
Their cornea’s are cut  
Brittle fingers eaten
Broken skin flakes off
Cans smashing together
In the closet a stifled cough
The old feast on youthful smiles
Many die in their sleep
Lights are shattered by baseball bats
The tea pot finally steeps  


 

Steven Universe Inspired Song - Bubblegum And Blood - Sung By Lars And Sadie

Sadie: (Spoken) Opens journal groans Oh Lars Where Are You!?

(Sadie) No one knew
I was here
I was no one
But you were near
You saw through me
Looked in my eyes
And finally
I realized

(Sadie) You are my only friend
Together to the end
I wished on a shooting star
And now we are

(Sadie) Bubble gum and blood
Should have noticed from the start
you pierced right on through
Right through my bleeding heart
Bubble gum and blood
Now I know that it’s true
Gumball I love you

Lars: (Spoken) Lars Sits in control room alone off colors chatter upstairs Sadie I’m sorry... I, I... Miss you...

(Lars) You were sweet
I was rude
Being someone
Who wasn’t true
I was lost
In cotton candy sky’s
Until I
I realized

(Lars) You are my only friend
Together to the end
I wished on a shooting star
And now we are

(Lars) Bubble gum and blood
Should...

Steven Universe Inspire Song - I’m The Clod/Peridot’s Lament - Sung By Peridot

I’m The Clod/Peridot’s Lament

(Verse 1)
A simple miscalculation
An error or a flaw
My little misdirection
Is breaking all my laws
I took a step away
Chose my home before my friends
But home worlds not my home no more
And this could be my end

(Bridge)
All along I should of seen it
All along I hold have felt it
It’s left me feeling like, Like!, LIKE!

(Chorus)
I’m just a clod
I’m just a clod
I ran from the only hope I ever owned and
I’m just a clod

(Verse 2)
A loss of all my senses
From terror or from shock
Is pounding so relentless
Pounding without stop
I miss those crystal clods
There’s nothing I can do
To be with them again
And with that Steven too

(Bridge)
All along I should of seen it
All along I hold have felt it
It’s left me feeling like, Like!, LIKE!

(Chorus)
I’m just a clod
I’m...

They

Running with their hands cut off
Breaking through the shoes
Eating magazine corners
Crawling on the tips of tongues
Biting off eyelids
And locking up ears
Nibbling pinky toes
Wearing contact lenses as capes
Playing on your spinal cords
Sliding on your intestines
Licking lint from your belly button
Sleeping under your fingernails
Carving crevices into your hands, knees, and face
Chipping off miniscule pieces of tooth to eat for lunch
Bending finger bones
Laughing at your hat and clown shoes
Kicking sleeping dogs and cats
Chewing on button and string
Unraveling a years worth of yarn
Pulling off putrid pupils
Cradling corneas
Walking across the bridge on your nose
Eating children's laughter
Drinking children’s tears
Feasting on the flesh of birds
and long gone corpses in the graveyard
Untying shoelaces
Tearing holes in your outfits
Leaving a loose string on your best shirt
Riding trees like cowboys
and breaking your windows and their arms
Hunching you over
Cutting off...

Three Poems

Rocks Have Faces, Crevices, And Eyes

Grey spots on sick dogs
Dark circles under rich eyes
Children eating bones of fish
Not a single tear they cry
Darkness breaks the hearts of few
Many lives stay strong
Sadness is the cure and poison
The antidote takes too long
To heal the darkened heartbreak eyes
To stop the breaking of the bones
The color of the moon is there
The blood has lost its home
The flames on tongues from spurting lies
Deceit is all the fun
The skin melts off from acid
The legs begin to run
The hands they wave a solemn goodbye
The evil that has filled
The wooden parts of bedpost split
The mother of us all is killed
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Grievances Against The Goose

The chill in the air
A broken heart
Blind eyes at night
Are torn apart
Through darkness cries
Blood is their feast
Fragile fingers
Broken beast
Nail in the ground
A wooden cross ...

Crimson Drops

  The rain fell slowly against the stained glass window. Dripping apart and dropping together, illuminated by the light inside the cathedral. Though the rain outside was colorless, it appeared crimson nonetheless, dripping, drooling, dropping on the window pane. It was midnight, and being here felt like a lucid dream, in which, I knew what was happening, yet I had no control. My mind and my body disagreed, my mind wanting to run, my body refusing to do so. I had left it here somewhere hadn’t I? Where could it be? I began a slow, repetitive, rotation through each pew. It had to be here somewhere... “Drop drop drop” the rain repeated itself. “Drip Drip Drip” it was all it knew how to do. Then the lights flickered, then sputtered on and off frantically, then died. I was consumed by darkness. It was the storm... It was all the storm... There was no use looking any longer, so, my mind gt...

Sour Grapes - An Original Scene


Character List
French Fry Fingers: A character who loves french fries so much he changed his name to French Fry Fingers.
Grandma Oodles: A grouchy old lady who hates change and loves sour grapes
Grayson Grey: A supportive friend of French Fry Fingers who loves milkshakes but would never change his name to Milkshake Man.


The Game (French Fry walks in and sit on the love seat next to Grandma Oodles who is in a rocking chair. French Fry whispers something to grandma Oodles and she begins to yell. Greyson grey comes in and sits on the floor next to the potted plant that is next to the love seat. )
Greyson
Hey! What’s all the racket!? Grandma Oodles why are you yelling at Frank?! Should I go get the sour grapes?  I’ll just go and...
(Greyson prepared to stand but french fry pushes him back down. Grandma scoots far from french fry but begins to speak frantically.)
Grandma
Oh...

Kindergarten - A Narrative Poem

Kindergarten
We met in kindergarten
Among a world of wood chips and giants feet
That treaded all around our heads
In repetitive circles as we tried to figure out
What the world had to offer
Us
We grew up together
First, second grades flashed by
We could never ever be torn apart because
We knew we were made for eachother
And nothing could break our inseperable bond
Until third
Separate classes
All alone on the playground
Lost our inseparable bond that held us in its
Mothering arms so the boy began walking
In circles on the blacktop
But the world
Knew
Fourth grade
They were back together again playing
Superheros and chasing feathers
They called pieces of fluff and they
Were special because they were ours
And nothing could ever take that from us
Together
Then after 5th
Because of relations they were stuck in
Seperate classes again and at first
They thought they'd get back together
But all they...

Lie From The Devil - An Original Scene

Character List
Meda Mahogany: A godly lady who always plays her organ, reads the bible, and says things are straight from the devil (All the time). Her favorite food is communion crackers
Lucy mahogany: Meda’s cat who is about to reveal that she can talk...
The Confession (Meda is sitting at her organ eating communion crackers. Lucy walks in and jumps on the bench next to meda. Meda pets her with her left hand then eats a cracker with the same hand... playing the organ all the while. )
Meda
Oh my precious lucy... you must have been a miracle sent straight from god... What a lovely god sent cat you are...
(Lucy purrs and walks over and sits on Meda’s lap. She opens her mouth to speak.)
Lucy
I’m very glad you feel that way because I.... (Meda falls backwards as she throws lucy away from her... she recovers horrified and holding a pocket sized cross out as if...

Fraudulence

I cried at your funeral. I was the reason you lay there like a dead log floating on the massive river of my unsatiated guilt. I laughed at your casket quietly to myself in a hushed whisper and a stifled chortle as they dropped your lifeless corpse into the ground. I had left you a note in that casket, a note none would ever read. It elaborated on my jealousy and the reasons I hated you. I hated you... didn’t I? Or was it just the boney, oily hands of my unjust envy clouding my vision with it’s peekaboo game and it’s sullied green eyes that forced me upon this unlawful deed. Either way I was happy. Happy you were gone, happy that no one knew, happy that I was free, free, finally, of you. I couldn’t hold in my laughter any longer. I ran over into the couded clumps of looming trees and began to laugh. Tears streamed down...

Hello Nothing

    The ticking of the clock in the dark living room echoed my creaking footsteps on the crooked stairs. The dark shape of my cat’s shadow sat on the browning walls like the silhouette of a strange man in the streets of a crowded city. I slipped on mother’s slippers and threw o father’s coat, slowly opening the door with one hand and scribbling down a note with the other. I took a step outside. A gust of freezing wind tousled my hair in a joyous, yet somber way prompting the arrival of a light snow. I reached down for the morning paper and I tossed it inside with a careless shrug. I took off mother’s left slipper and I ripped of one of father’s buttons and placed it gently inside the shoe along with the note that read: Don't worry i’m safe... I laid the slipper delicately on the stoop and beagan my huddled walk away. I took...

The Box

     The pieces of shattered, overturned, flower pots were stacked delicately on each other to form a monstrous tower in the garden. Blue jars and green vases lay on the browning grass, their contents were spilt out onto the dirt and were conjoined to form small rivers of grey goop that spread across the lawn. Weather vanes were piled in the bushes and pieces of broken swing sets were left scattered across the vacant property. Small pebbles lay in disheveled towers that resembled deteriorating buildings. A single barn sat in the corner of this eerie scene watching over the rest of the random objects of which were his children. His big, black, broken, windows lay like crying eyes in the frame of the chipping wood. There was a twisted ash tree that slithered from a large hole in the barn roof. Behind the red sliding doors lay shelves and shelves of nails and screws in never opened cases that...

A Letter To My Teacher Because We Have A Subsitute

Dear,
       Mrs. Ramirez

When I stared at that man who sat in your chair, there was an uneasy feeling lying in the pit of my kidney. Though the man rose suspicion in my being, his subtle wrinkles and curved mouth reminded me of someone I knew. He reminded me of someone who I had known in my elementary years. Throughout these two days with the sub, my suspicion decreased greatly and I began to trust you had made the right decision. There was still the eerie quiet and lack of gentle meowing, and hissing, and growling, that we had come to know in the presence of you. I kept on waiting for the subs skin to slowly peel off, and you to pop out of his flesh coat, that had been on your being for these two days, and yell “Meow!” Sadly, his flesh coat never fell, and Mrs Ramirez never returned. He had dethroned you, and you would never...

Plastic And Gravel-A Two Part Story-Part 2

Alfredo's Last Will And Testament
    
Dear,     
        Adelaide and Family  

     If you are reading this letter, I am dead. In all the years i’ve come to know you, you have become my family. I have loved and cherished every moment of my long lasting life with you, the Baxters. On Adelaide’s sixth birthday, I came to you an orphaned fish of no home and no family, but you gave me a home, you gave me a family and I am eternally grateful. That bright smile on your face, Adelaide, was my favorite thing in the entire world and when the tank shattered, I was worried I would never be able to see that smile again. But you being the Adelaide that you are, you scooped me into your loving arms and saved me. Before you I was lost in a world of fake gravel and plastic trees. You brought me somewhere real....

Plastic And Gravel-A Two Part Story-Part 1


Dear,
         Fettuccine Alfredo
    
     From my sixth birthday when you came to our family as just a miniscule guppy in his cute little bowl, to now when I am 16 years old and contemplating why we ever got you in the first place, you have been a burden to me. From your annoying splashes in the tank near my bedside at three o’clock in the morning, to your constant knocking over of your plastic tree home, I have hated you. That day when I got you my eyes lit up, my gapped teeth displayed a crooked smile, and I squeezed the bowl in one giant hug, shattering it, and causing the delicate pieces of your enclosure to scatter around the kitchen floor. That day I scooped you up into my arms, ran you over to a plastic cup by the focest, plopping you in as I filled it with water from our granite sink, saving you. As I...

Closure: A 25 Word Story

A rocking horse that never swayed. A gentle hand and nothing more. Thoughts of a family never stayed. Broken chalk lies on the floor. Closure.            

Rawr!

She strode towards the man a vigor in her eyes. The man was hot! Hot as a single crayola crayons in the middle of an arizona desert during a sandstorm. Just looking at him made her eyes sizzle with delight. He was familiar to her but she couldn’t place him no matter how hard she tried. She continued her strut across the room growing closer to him. She was close enough to smell his hair, to drink his breath from his mouth like honey, to whisper into his large rounded ears. She tapped him on the shoulder, tracing her finger delicately around the miniscule stitches in his baby blue suit. He turned with a jolt meeting her eyes. “Rawr” the woman said rolling the rs off the tip of her tongue. He pushed her away and said “I know you, Maryann Baxterdash, right? You bullied me from kindergarten to junior year!” Embarrassed the woman clouded her face and began to...

That Bridge In The Midlans-Story From A Song-Godmanchester Chinese Bridge By The Howl And Hum

The squeaking of the tennis shoes on the concrete pounded through my head like some small carver etching a saddened face into the sides of my skull. She walked towards me and sat down in a clump on the floor. She was angry. I could see it in her eyes. She was angry but she would never let that fury leak onto her soft pale face. I was angry. She had abandoned me! She was expecting me to turn around and accept her again! I couldn’t accept her again. We were different now. She had left me and grown. I had stood there and watched mesmerized by her snaking pattern up to the sky wondering if she would ever meet me at the ground level again. But, inevitably, like a nasty weed I was pulled from the tattered ground and thrown away. I had loved her and she had left me! She had left me and she was angry at...

Lashes

“Tick” the clock prompted the arrival of the first blow. He was struck on the back, his flesh beginning to peel open, blood gushing from his wounds like a red river protruding between his shoulder blades. “Tock” this time the searing pain was felt on his head as small drops began to shine through his forest of auburn hair. “Tick” he braced himself for the pain. Of course, he knew now that torture lacked surprise the third time around but as he sat there quivering, waiting, the torment never came. The clock had stopped. He looked behind, twisting against his shackles, to see if his pursocuter was still there. He saw the clock was s going. The “tick tock” was no longer echoing in his bleeding ears though his stinging eyes still saw the sway of the clocks hands like that of the tail of a self assured cat tempting him to come closer. Though not at all daring or...

Sorry

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Creampuff

The glint in her eyes echoed her silent fury, her clasped hands showcasing her bellowing disgust. “That icky boy!” she screeched. Just moments before she had waddled across the room with her penguin esque stride, her tiny gown blowing in the slight breeze protruding from the doorway. She was intent on eating the last creamuff that taunted her from across the dining hall. It was her toddlers in tiaras reception party being held after she had just won the mini miss crown. It was the biggest part of the year! It was her day and she deserved the creampuff. Just as she had finished her internal monologue about her grandiose day and reached the table, a shadowy figure darted in front of her. A devilish hand had reached out and grabbed the creampuff! The creampuff her only goal in life, her soul purpose on this planet, gone! She had nothing to live for! She was ruined! As the little man...

Mrs. Ramirez My Teacher At Mcaa

“Yum Yum” Mrs. Ramirez gobbled up Another clump of cat Flesh. She Had Been eating cats all her life and She loved it. “Yum yum yum yum yum!” Mrs. Ramirez Loved the eyeballs the most. So delicious so juicy!
The Fur was Her next Favorite part. She adored the way it caressed her throat as it slithered through to her intestines. She Had Run Over Oh So Many Cats In Her Life that when she turned 19 she began eating their corpses off of the road. People shrieked and booed as they passed her eating the cats on the middle of the street. They hated it When she would hop out of her car, get on all fours like a spider, crawl over to the victim,  and feast on its cat flesh. She Was run off the streets and into alley ways. Whenever she ran over a cat, she threw it in the back of her car with maliciousness in...

Through The Eyes Of A Magnetic Camel

   The Light Pierced Through My Painted On Eyes, A Sense Of Fear Overwhelming My Thoughts. The Blue Darkness I Had Felt For So Long Trapped Inside The Suffocating Walls Of My Enclosed Habitat Of A Paper River And A Metal Land Had Suddenly Been Violently Shaken From Me. We Had Been Chosen. Me And About Fifty Other Looming Shapes Of Giraffe, Lion, And Zebra Smushed Together In Clumps Of Yellows, Browns, Blacks, And Whites. The Child Looked Into The Box, Excitement Etched In His Raised Brows. He Was Looking, Looking, Looking Into Each Of Our Eyes With An Intense Yet Playful Glare. He Reached His Hands in And, Like A Claw Machine, Plucked Each One Of Us Out Of The Box Beginning With The Rounded Shaped And Long Necked Figure Of Me. He Had Chosen Me He, He Had Chosen The Only Camel.

We Grew Up Together Me And Him. I Being His Favorite To Choose To Gallivant On...

Hum Of Handy Hands Handing Handy Handles To The Handy Man

I Sat There In Silence My Mouth Quivering From The Odd Jumble Of Slowly Decaying Words That Had Slid Out Of My Open Mouth Just Moments Before. The Sentence I Had Said, The People I Had Said It To, The Thoughts Were Unbearable! But Yet There Was A Strange Sense Of Overwhelming Power Pounding In My Small Skull. “I’ll Bite Off Your Hands!” I Had Shrieked! I’ll Bite Of Your Hands? What Did That Even Mean. Who Was I Some Sacrificial God Of Death Waiting To Prey On The Innocent Souls Of Anyone Who Dared To Even Utter My Name Or Reach Out To Touch Me!? Though I Felt Ashamed Another Strange Sense Was Creeping Behind The Embarrassment Whispering Into My Very Being Telling Me “You Like It, No You ADORE It!”. I Couldn’t Shake The Feeling That What I Had Just Said Would Changed My Life Forever. The Reason For This Outburst, For This Utter Threatening Was Because A...

Party Hat For Prez!

A Party Hat Sits Lonely All  By Himself
Lonely Little Party Hat Alone On The Shelf
He Wants A New Life His Is Almost Done
He Thinks Of The Laughter The Music The Fun
He Wanted A Life On The Top Of A Head
He Wanted Vengeance He Wanted Someone To Be Dead
Just Then As He Sat There He Finally Heard Her
The Girl Walked Right In The Girl He Would Murder
He Jumped Off His Little Shelf Where He Used To Lie
And Began To Poke At Each Of Her Greenish-Blue Eyes
He Wrapped His String Around The Women’s Neck
Then Something Inside Of Him Changed Just A Speck
He Didn't Want To Kill In His Final Days
He Wanted Fun Life And Praise
He Let Go Of The Woman's Neck Fast
Now He Had Realized Finally At Last
He Didn’t Want To Take The Life Of This Girl
The Thought Of It Positively Made Him Hurl
He...

Mood

I wish I was in a mellow mood. Mellow like a marshmallow sitting over a warm fire whos skin is slowly melting off his decrepit little body and his only fate is to be eaten inside of a Smore by some monstrous human, but yet he’s chill. Like a mellow fellow who lays on his couch all day and has no future whatsover, but does he care? No! Cause he’s super mellow. So yeah I would like to be mellow but I guess for now I’ll have to stick with a terribly anxious me.    

Carnivalesque

A Room Chills
The Blood Of Beasts
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A Child All Alone
Crows Have A Feast
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On Flesh And Bone
The Darkened Eyes
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Of Someone New
The Child Dies
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Light Shines Through 
Souless Cries
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Run Through The Night
They Whisper Lies
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Sparrows Set Flight
Away From Spies
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Lost And Somber
Run Away
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Return Again
They Want To Play
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With Dreams Of Life 
Where You Can Live
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A Broken Mirror
Wants To Give
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A Single Shard
From Hatred Spout
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A Child Asleep
In Sleep He Shouts
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Grabbed By The Neck
A New Soul Sprouts 
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A Flame Extingushed 
The Candle Burns Out
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Look How We've Grown (Apart)

A Little Girl
Grows up With Him
A Little Boy
Who Had Such Whims

To Find A Friend
He Was All Alone

Look How He's Grown
Look How He's Grown

He Found A Friend
In A Girl He Knew
She Leaves Him Now
There Mostly Threw

She Spouted Wings
She'd Left She'd Flown

Look How She's Grown
Look How She's Grown

They're Back Together
A Team Till The End
And All Off A Sudden 
There Now Best Friends

There Was Something There
They Had Always Known

Look How They've Grown
Oh Look How They've Grown

Fifth Grade Starts
They're More Then Friends
There Little Love Song
Was Coming To An End

It Was Their Last Year Together
Their Friendship Would Be Thrown

Look They Have Grown 
Oh Look They Have Grown

Summer Then School
He Was Hit Like A Dart
They Were In Separate Classes 
The End? No! They Were Way To Smart

They Began To Grow Apart
Oh They...

No Pause for Breath

Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?

Why would the chicken cross the long long road only to be greated by his greatest enemy the fast food business and turened into a bucket of fried chicken for humans enjoyment or pleasure when he can just stay on the side of the street he's on and live a life of a longer measure. 

Unwanted

Through a cluster of overgrown bumblebees
Over the blood filled river and through the fiery trees
That’s where you'll find me
On a hill near the moon in the dusk and the stars
Beyond the bustle the lights the cities and cars
That's Where I am
The things that I’ve brought have no meaning at all
On the edge of this cliff where they maybe will fall
That is all I have
A bottle of beetles the sea of gull
And finally finally a skunk and his skull
That is all I need
So I sit and I cry
As the night passes by
And I slowley dirft of into sleep

She

She stared at the world that passed her by
She watched as they walked as they talked as they cried
She wanted to be one with this wretched place
She wanted to join and leave without leaving a trace
Leaving the comfy world she always knew
Wanting to leave but wanting to stay true
To herself to her friends to the people around
She wanted to fly but she really was drowned
She stared at the world that passed her by
She watched as they walked as they talked as they cried

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2018

Human Heart

The thoughts we think
The things we hear
Can make us sink
Can make us fear

The things we know
Inside our heads
These things may grow
They always shred

We run away
We try to hide
They want to fray
The things inside

Soon we're gone
There's nothing left
And we dwell on
Their greatest theft

They've taken what they know's not ours
It's been taken now it's free
But we're trapped in a cage with bleeding bars
Where forever we will be

The thing they took is what we need
It pulls us far apart
The thing we lack, the thing that bleeds
They've ripped out our human heart 

 
 



 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2018

Human Heart

The thoughts we think
The things we hear
Can make us sink
Can make us fear

The things we know
Inside our heads
These things may grow
They always shred

We run away
We try to hide
They want to fray
The things inside

Soon we're gone
There's nothing left
And we dwell on
Their greatest theft

They've taken what they know's not ours
It's been taken so very far
We're trapped in a cage with bleeding bars
We always have a scar

The thing they took is what we need
It pulls us far apart
The thing we lack, the thing that bleeds
They've ripped out our human heart 

 
 



 

The Dying Tree: A Four Chapter Poem


Chapter 1: The Leaves
We walk through the brush through the dark through the breeze
We walk till we see the falling leaves
The dying tree stands though not winter at all
It is dying it is dying as it’s leaves begin to fall
We fall and we cry beneath the dark grey trunk
Then we go to our home with our hearts that have shrunk

Chapter 2: Infested
We come back again where tears fill our eyes
We see the drooping head and the bugs and the flies
Like foreign invaders like small russian spies
They whisper to him “You must die” so he tries
We whisper goodbye and we leave and we cry

Chapter 3: Cut In Half
We come once again to a terrible sight
The tree cut in half in the dim morning light
We try to revive it but it is no more
So we lay along with it we lay on the floor
At...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2018

Human Heart

The thoughts we think
The things we hear
Can make us sink
Can make us fear

The things we know
Inside our heads
These things may grow
They always spread

We run away
We try to hide
They always fray
The things inside

Soon were gone
There's nothing left
And we dwell on
Our greatest theft

We've taken what we knows not ours
We've taken it so far
Were trapped in a cage with golden bars
We always have a scar

The thing we took is what we need
It pulls us far apart
The thing we lacked the thing that bleeds
We've lost our human heart 

 
 



 

Maybe A Mistake?

Hey, sure I cut the branch and sure I knew his head was underneath, but was it really murder? I mean technically it’s manslaughter, even if I knew, it most definitely was an accident! Yeah, I mean I did secretly hate his guts and I also huh I guess it was me. So yeah, I did kill him. I really don’t care if you lock me up forever, I mean I’m kinda proud of what I’ve done honestly. Yep, handcuffs would be appropriate I might kill again. Let’s go. Onward to the cell!

Creatures

The dead goats prance in the field of metal marbles they wish that they could see. They wish that they had eyes they wish that they were trees. They think a thought that’s been thunk before. They walk through a hall with only one door. If they see through the you and the me they might find someone new to be. These things these creatures of words and sounds can always be heard but never found.   
          
   

Mood

I wish I was in a mellow mood. Mellow like a marshmallow sitting over a warm fire whos skin is slowly melting off his decrepit little body and his only fate is to be eaten inside of a Smore by some monstrous human, but yet he’s chill. Like a mellow fellow who lays on his couch all day and has no future what sover, but does he care? No! Cause he’s super mellow. So yeah I would like to be mellow but I guess for now I’ll have to stick with a terribly anxious me.    

Cats Are Not Great

In the night we love to bite
The feet of all your kids
Rip out your eyes
What a surprise
A few things you will be rid
Say goodbye to ears
And your toes
Finally your mouth
And then your nose
You'll meet your final demise
We have hated you for long
Cats aren’t great
No need to restate
And that’s the end of this song

Deep Quotes In Noodle Soup

When life gives you the idea to search up dead goat puppets for a assignment, you definitely do it and find a creepy mouse puppet that you write a story about.

Have a bucket of orange juice to calm the interesting yo yo down so it can finally kill you in your sleep.

Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, and BAD!

Fun is not very fun to the fun people who are really too fun so they cannot go to the beach.

Snappy birthday to crabs all around the globe. I’m sorry for your loss.

Hey buddy how you been. Me? I've been great! how's about you? Okay... I guess? I’m just lonely... (Talking to himself)

Sad sad sad little potato. He was not choosened to be mush potatoes. Sad lad little potato.

A Head-er


I pick my mask. I could be her, I could be him. I could be hurt or sick or relaxing. But whatever I am I can't be me for if I’m me then I'll be acting like someone I've never been before. For people know only the few masks I wear but they do not ask what's under there. Hiding behind the different face. Am I disgrace to the human race? They will never know! So I'll never let the real me show.

Safe

I fell inside my mother’s arms
In place beside the others
Held gently in her grip
Held gently like my brothers
She sat and stared down at us
In her eyes we were all she could see
She could never let us go
We would never be free

Dead? A Six Sentence Story

I guess I'm dead. Makes sense that I went down instead of up. After what I've done up there on earth It can only make sense. At least maybe she's safe. Hopefully we won't meet again. Hopefully she will go up.

Mind Trapped

In every mind there is a room. In this room is a world of its own. In this world you will find what you want. You will find what you fear. You will find you. But when you realize that it might not be real you try to run, you try to hide, you try to not believe. But you cannot escape, you cannot do anything you must, you are slowly driven insane. You become trapped in yourself, where you before had complete control, you are unable to alter anything.

Rain

The little, tiny, creepy boy
Sat in the corner alone
He stared off into the distance
His stared at the unknown
He’s waiting for the “Things” to come
He’s waiting to be taken away
He’s waiting for all these things
Even though he’d like to stay
He feels the darkness coming near
In his heart he knows he will die
He sits so sad alone on the floor
A single tear falls from his eye
He thinks about the light and life
Falling further and further insane
A flash and the boy is gone
The sky begins to rain

Wooden

Is it you, is it really you? Are you him? Are you... My twin. You... can’t hear me can you? How could I be so blind?! I’m a puppet and your a human. If only I was the way I used to be... the way I was before her. The witch who made me this way. The one who separated me from you and momma. But it’s too late now. I will never see you again, I will never hear momma’s sweet song as I drift off to dreamland. I shall never dream again. Don’t go! No don’t please don’t. Please remember, please hear! Please... Please. Goodbye my twin.      

If I Were Free

Trapped
Trapped in a cage
that fills with rage
so much that I can't see
If I were free
If I were free
Trapped
Like a bird
Who never spread it's wings
Who always feels the sting
of being stuck
where their not meant to be
But their there
If I were free
If I were free
I could finally see
all the possibilty
this world has to show
If only I could go
But I am trapped
If I were free
If I were free
If I was me
If I were free 

 

Monster Flash Fiction Competition 2018

Monsters? A Six Sentence Story

Darkness, blood, ugly that's what we see as a monster. A monster may be everything described but there is one thing that makes these beings human, the ability to love. Love is a thing we all posses even monsters. Yes even those hideous beasts lurking in the darkness. All they need to be human is a little love. So next time when you think monster, think the possibility of a friend.  

Do Not, Whatever You Do, Save The Whales

Can't you see I'm beached over here! Oh good you're coming. Now all we have to do is wait. Three, two, one... got you! Now I must drag you down to the depths to feast on you flesh. Better get ready for the next feed.  

WILD

Dinner Time

Teeth rip through flesh. Blood everywhere. Left arm gone. There goes it's toes. Oh well. A lion's got to eat.