A Butcher For Christmas
Every Christmas the butcher down the road brings out the mysterious featherless pheasant. We've never had it though, it costs too much. Father was let go from the undertakers so Christmas this year is a bit of a stretch.
This years Christmas is also the worst one I've ever has, my friends have been going missing. First it was Thomas, then Agnes and now Dolores. Father has been going out with the other men in the village to look for them all, but he keeps coming home drunk, I don't think he actually cares, none of them actually care.
I decided a while age that I could get a job to help my family, we need the money, so
Witch
A drop of blood,
The rattle of chains.
A scream of fright,
A groan of agony.
She drags an axe behind her,
Her face is stretched wide in a smile.
She seems to be enjoying it,
She enjoys watching the light die from their eyes.
She gets closer,
Only a few feet away.
Barbed wire erupts from behind her,
Wrapping itself around it's victims.
They are torn apart,
Split through the middle,
More blood pours to the ground,
Her smile grows wider.
She finally has what she wants,
Revenge,
Pure and sweet,
So fulfilling.
Finding Another Me
I hear,
Because I listen.
I'm invisible,
Because I hide.
I'm silly,
Yet I say nothing.
I'm loud,
Yet quiet.
I want to be different,
But I'm scared to change.
I want to be noticed,
For good things.
I have to keep searching,
Keep looking,
I have to find,
Another me.
I'm over-bearing,
Yet shy.
I'm arrogant,
Yet humble.
I'm tired of being seen,
And also sticking to the shadows.
So I will search,
I will look,
And I will find,
Another me.
Hollow
The little princess,
Never says a word,
Doesn't talk,
And is never heard.
She sits alone,
Staring out a window all day,
On her own,
That's where she stays.
Her eyes are hollow,
Her clothes tattered.
She acts like no-ones around,
That no-one matters.
She doesn't move,
Acts like she doesn't have a care,
But we know what hides behind brown eyes,
Pain of a thousand years.
Running Empty
You say I'm insane,
You hit me,
You fight me,
Yet I stay where I stand and never utter a word.
As your punches connect,
As you spew violent words,
I still stand still,
Never moving.
'Cause I know something you don't,
No matter what happens to me,
No matter where you go,
Karma always comes.
Life moves on,
One day the hurt you caused will be a distant memory.
One day I'll be the one to stand over you,
To laugh down at your corpse.
You call me unimportant,
A freak,
An idiot,
Yet I don't let these painful words through my barrier.
I act like nothing wa said,
'Cause I know something you don't,
What goes around,
Closer
Once upon a time, there was me. Not anymore though, I am gone. I wasn't always non-existent, a long time ago I was someone. I had a home. I had a family and I had a name, though I can't recall what it was, so I call myself Rubarb, just because I love the colour of it. It was a long time ago, I've been trapped here in this house forever. See I think it was about twenty years ago, but it could have been as little as two years ago. I don't know, I can't remember.
It all started when my mother and I moved into this other house, I believe it was called 'Wakely Place'. It's not that far away from here. I have very few memories, I only seem
Death Is An Escape
I remember...At least I think I can still recall, when my wife was still alive. She used to help me in the flower garden, it's about the only thing still alive in this place. I mean, what's a farm without animals?
Anyway, that's beside the point. If my wife were to see the situation I'm in now, she'd burst a vain, but she wouldn't shout or moan, she'd take it into stride. I wouldn't need a lawyer, I'd have her. But she isn't here, is she? She's gone, they killed her.
Just like I killed that boy, the villagers still think he's just missing or an animal killed him. Some think that a wolf escaped from the zoo, it would be p
Running Out
As time goes by,
I realise that my life,
Is slowly getting away from me,
And I will only live once.
Although I've had a lot of fun,
I can't say that I hate my life,
I just wish I had done more,
I wish I didn't make as many mistakes.
There is still much I want to do,
A lot of things I need to do.
So I'm making a bucket list,
I'm writing down everything I must do.
Life doesn't last eternity,
At some point it will end,
And I will regret,
I will never forgive myself for not doing certain things.
Cruelty (English assessment) by hanbub104, literature
Literature
Cruelty (English assessment)
Cruelty
When words are said in anger,
They can put you down,
Leave you broken,
Wilting inside.
When fists are left flying,
You sink into a world of pain,
Blinded by white light,
Left dying.
Locked in chains,
Left bleeding,
Scars mar perfect skin,
Left for healing.
You cry,
You scream,
You shout,
But you are trapped.
Humans can be secretive,
Humans can be cold,
Humans can be callous,
And humans can be cruel.
Everyone has a choice,
Some will decide wrong,
And if you choose that path,
Your heart will turn to stone.
A Butcher For Christmas
Every Christmas the butcher down the road brings out the mysterious featherless pheasant. We've never had it though, it costs too much. Father was let go from the undertakers so Christmas this year is a bit of a stretch.
This years Christmas is also the worst one I've ever has, my friends have been going missing. First it was Thomas, then Agnes and now Dolores. Father has been going out with the other men in the village to look for them all, but he keeps coming home drunk, I don't think he actually cares, none of them actually care.
I decided a while age that I could get a job to help my family, we need the money, so
Witch
A drop of blood,
The rattle of chains.
A scream of fright,
A groan of agony.
She drags an axe behind her,
Her face is stretched wide in a smile.
She seems to be enjoying it,
She enjoys watching the light die from their eyes.
She gets closer,
Only a few feet away.
Barbed wire erupts from behind her,
Wrapping itself around it's victims.
They are torn apart,
Split through the middle,
More blood pours to the ground,
Her smile grows wider.
She finally has what she wants,
Revenge,
Pure and sweet,
So fulfilling.
Finding Another Me
I hear,
Because I listen.
I'm invisible,
Because I hide.
I'm silly,
Yet I say nothing.
I'm loud,
Yet quiet.
I want to be different,
But I'm scared to change.
I want to be noticed,
For good things.
I have to keep searching,
Keep looking,
I have to find,
Another me.
I'm over-bearing,
Yet shy.
I'm arrogant,
Yet humble.
I'm tired of being seen,
And also sticking to the shadows.
So I will search,
I will look,
And I will find,
Another me.
Hollow
The little princess,
Never says a word,
Doesn't talk,
And is never heard.
She sits alone,
Staring out a window all day,
On her own,
That's where she stays.
Her eyes are hollow,
Her clothes tattered.
She acts like no-ones around,
That no-one matters.
She doesn't move,
Acts like she doesn't have a care,
But we know what hides behind brown eyes,
Pain of a thousand years.
Running Empty
You say I'm insane,
You hit me,
You fight me,
Yet I stay where I stand and never utter a word.
As your punches connect,
As you spew violent words,
I still stand still,
Never moving.
'Cause I know something you don't,
No matter what happens to me,
No matter where you go,
Karma always comes.
Life moves on,
One day the hurt you caused will be a distant memory.
One day I'll be the one to stand over you,
To laugh down at your corpse.
You call me unimportant,
A freak,
An idiot,
Yet I don't let these painful words through my barrier.
I act like nothing wa said,
'Cause I know something you don't,
What goes around,
Closer
Once upon a time, there was me. Not anymore though, I am gone. I wasn't always non-existent, a long time ago I was someone. I had a home. I had a family and I had a name, though I can't recall what it was, so I call myself Rubarb, just because I love the colour of it. It was a long time ago, I've been trapped here in this house forever. See I think it was about twenty years ago, but it could have been as little as two years ago. I don't know, I can't remember.
It all started when my mother and I moved into this other house, I believe it was called 'Wakely Place'. It's not that far away from here. I have very few memories, I only seem
Death Is An Escape
I remember...At least I think I can still recall, when my wife was still alive. She used to help me in the flower garden, it's about the only thing still alive in this place. I mean, what's a farm without animals?
Anyway, that's beside the point. If my wife were to see the situation I'm in now, she'd burst a vain, but she wouldn't shout or moan, she'd take it into stride. I wouldn't need a lawyer, I'd have her. But she isn't here, is she? She's gone, they killed her.
Just like I killed that boy, the villagers still think he's just missing or an animal killed him. Some think that a wolf escaped from the zoo, it would be p
Running Out
As time goes by,
I realise that my life,
Is slowly getting away from me,
And I will only live once.
Although I've had a lot of fun,
I can't say that I hate my life,
I just wish I had done more,
I wish I didn't make as many mistakes.
There is still much I want to do,
A lot of things I need to do.
So I'm making a bucket list,
I'm writing down everything I must do.
Life doesn't last eternity,
At some point it will end,
And I will regret,
I will never forgive myself for not doing certain things.
Cruelty (English assessment) by hanbub104, literature
Literature
Cruelty (English assessment)
Cruelty
When words are said in anger,
They can put you down,
Leave you broken,
Wilting inside.
When fists are left flying,
You sink into a world of pain,
Blinded by white light,
Left dying.
Locked in chains,
Left bleeding,
Scars mar perfect skin,
Left for healing.
You cry,
You scream,
You shout,
But you are trapped.
Humans can be secretive,
Humans can be cold,
Humans can be callous,
And humans can be cruel.
Everyone has a choice,
Some will decide wrong,
And if you choose that path,
Your heart will turn to stone.
How did I love you? by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
How did I love you?
How did I love you?
Intensely, immensely, densely to the point of stupid, I think the naked baby had it in for me, little cupid.––Struck me with the bow, the poison started slow, then it caught momentum and began to grow, took over like a ball of snow, quite the blow, but now I know, it was just a once-upon-a-time-ago.
How did I love you?
Let me count the ways, actually let me count the days, the overnight stays, wakin' up to blaze, to sustain a decent daze–– I guess we'll chalk it down to just a phase.––
That lasted years, building fears releasing tears, downing beers, forcing happiness back in gear, oh