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EVA - Preview 1Turning back, I swing once, twice, swipe after swipe of my sword parried by an insurmountable foe. It's a losing battle, and he smiles from under his hood as he drives the spear forward, a shot I narrowly deflect with my shield, deflecting it away from my body and opening up an opportunity to recover some ground. Channeling the winds, I drive, shouting,
"Prepare thyself for my wrath!"
"Yes, sir!" I stand up from my desk. The class is looking back and forth from me to Mr. Barr.
"Solve for x." He gestures to the board, where a complex substitution equation has been laid out before me. Walking forward, I take the chalk with shivering hands. Surely, I couldn't be stumped by something so primitive. I write an equals sign on the next line.
"Wrong. Sit down."
"What? I haven't even written anything!"
"Substitution equations never begin with an equals sign. There has to be a value on both sides."
"I am sorry, sir." I bow low. "I have failed you once more."
"Eva, you haven't faile
I Am Alive.Each vein courses crimson,
My eyes flush blue.
My flesh still in tact,
But I can't lay a finger on you.
I am alive, my chest tells me so.
Every time I think that I may not know.
But I feel as a corpse, battered and cold,
How can I be sure, that I am what I've been told?
I can't let you see me, with a spirit so grey.
Nobody can hear a single thing I say.
I am alive, smiling lips flush red,
But when I look in a mirror, I'm sick of being dead.
No one should love me, with a heart like this.
How can you touch me, with a skin so thick?
I am alone, to be who no one needs.
You shouldn't accept the thing that you see.
The Poet's DownfallA trespasser's step, this forgotten state,
A careful direction to wander away.
A writer rereads, scrutinizes each iota,
Whirling madness, southbound Dakota.
A special breed of destitution
Rears its face on his new reclusion.
In every word, projecting with sultry
Unconscious thought, in a dance of poetry.
Brashly he approaches, this stairbound curmudgeon,
Brandishing a hefty bludgeon.
Down he comes, the writer unaware
Of the danger in the air.
Tonight he dines on the poet's feast,
But tonight he's created his own ill beast.
Candlelight, a shadow stirs anew,
Dragging him down a violent avenue.
A sharpened blade, a pact fulfilled,
A few more words, deter the killed.
Razor wit with ink blood thick,
Like a heart too patriotic.
To know when death, has come for thee,
To fall for fate's sweet irony.
Fear grabs his heart in paralysis,
For no saviour is so miraculous.
Some sins won't wash away just yet,
Some memories just don't forget.
The Secret-KeeperI am the secret-keeper.
I listen to the words
Of those who spend
Their evenings dead
And never tell aloud.
I have a heart for anime,
A taste for reading too.
Enjoy video games,
And time with friends
But time alone's best spent.
I am a restless soul.
Yearning for release.
For the day,
At which I may,
Be cured of my disease.
I try to help whenever,
wherever I find need.
But in the end
I just pretend
The scars will one day fade.
I am a lonely constant.
Searching for the sign
Of something bright,
To fill my nights
With the newly-found divine.
I write to put my thoughts
Out of my scrambled mind.
But when I do,
I always prove,
A mess is all that's inside.
I wrestle with the memories
Of those I've left behind.
Not to recall,
But to forget,
The dreams I needn't find.
I rule within my mind,
Whenever I'm awake.
But when I sleep
and I can't be sure,
that what haunts my heart
is not a dream of another's grave.
I am the secret-keeper.
If you think you know me, you're wrong.
Terra BETA: Chapter TwoIno! Angie shouts through the halls the next morning. Way to duck out of helping clean
up! I practically had to take down the tarp myself!
Oh hehe sorry, Angie.
Ohhh, its alright. Lets find the boys, we need to talk about last night with everyone. Ino
nods back, and they both head for the door of their homeroom class, a religion class taught by
Ms. Karkas. To neither of their surprises, Jordan is absent when the bell rings. However, Arthur is
also late, which stirs Angie somewhat.
Ah well, She says to Ino without provocation. Im sure Arthurs just hungover.
Sh should you be talking about that here? Hes only 16, he shouldnt even be
Honestly, Ino, you get too shook up about things sometimes. Relax. Ino opens her
mouth to speak, but instead just takes up her seat. As the second bell rings and the
announcements end, the teacher, a slender m
Free Write May 23rd, 2013Started 23:18, May 23rd, 2013
She knows the game,
a thousand times over, she's played
Plodding, padding, weighing each word.
Slipping in a cardboard heart.
He knows the chase,
a thousand times, he's been played,
But it's all he knows,
and no one's running anymore.
When the game begins,
The rules are off
The bets are placed,
But the wager's lost
Running forward, chasing tails,
climbing mountains, hiking trails,
Crashing down, back away,
Sliding further, every day.
Free Write May 19th 2013Started 21:43, May 19, 2013
Each one an earthbound soul
Drenched in suffering shame
With newfound unbirth dragging along the way
To strengthen the ties that bind in chains
The leash of gravity, taken away
Working backwards, moving twice
Running circles, blind mice
Trillion stars, billion born
Hundreds, thousands, millions more.
50, a 10, maybe a five or some.
But in the end
There's only one.
Finished 21:45, May 19th, 2013
Nothing Left - Freeverse00:20, May 4th, 2013
All my life, I've been creating nothing,
Being nothing, finding nothing
So given one last word, would I find something to say?
Crossing every bridge, over busy streets, leaning over the sides
Wondering how long, before I once more have the chance
To choose the season of my passing.
Too late to accept rejection, but instead blunder until
One day decides to bury my flesh, defeat my scavenged whole.
If no one can take for me, this burden that remains, then I will keep pushing,
But with every day, on the brink of an end, hoping to escape.
Crossing the bridge, one more time, for the eighteenth of as many years,
Leaning further every time,
One azure tear swept away by the idle sleeve, to push the chin high once more,
For a soldier must inspire, incite, and above all, be brave.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
I give upSometimes
I try so hard to change for people
Do what they want,
Listen to their critiques,
Try to be a good friend..
But you know?
Everyone makes mistakes,
is not perfect,
is tired and stressed and slips,
It is never good enough,
no matter what I do,
nobody ever sees what I changed,
everybody always only sees my faults.
I get criticised for what I did wrong,
but never acknowledged for what I changed,
I give up.
I don't have the energy anymore,
to always justify myself,
to always go up and be the one,
that is bad,
to always be the one,
Sometimes I think I'm better off without anyone...
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Free Write - Strangling LifelineStarted 12:35, 2013-09-22
Today if I drown, should I be mourned, carve my name in the corner of your hearts.
But to be disowned, I would ask no memorial stand, that no reason to grieve remained.
That my own heart be left in the wake of the waves, to split the sides of the ship on which I sailed in.
When we quietly admit to the world for ourselves that the twisting turbines that crush our lungs should beach themselves to forget,
We know to be told of the grey embrace of the madness we seek.
When the horrors we fear become the monsters we look to to be redeemed,
When we stare into the abyss and find only a reflection, a cardboard mirror,
That ends us up over the bow, but upon the mast do we sail,
Then, too, shall we be left dry, desiccated on the beaches we had sworn to protect for our own stifling pride.
Oh, I have seen the past; I have seen the past, and the mirrors it holds up,
Future's own symmetry.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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