No one understands me, the hurt, the pain i go through.

Like, not being able to get the freaking designer bag i want, and I have been asking my father for it for months!

It’s not even cost that much. Just a couple thousand. Ugh.

I used to be able to buy my self anything I wanted, but now all i can buy is cheap baggers clothes. That’s what my dad said. It almost felt like my worst fears were ...

(It’s a dark story)

I never wanted to be surrounded by darkness.

But the darkness was all I had.

All I remember.

It had always been around me, everywhere I went, there was no escaping it.

I was never scared of it.

It was almost like we were friends, family even.

At school people said that I was a secret serial killer, that I had done horrible things in my past. Because I was the “quiet ...

When I hear your name I think of a tame dog.

When I see you smile I think of my fat friend Kyle.

Your perfume smells like a mummy’s tomb.

Your beauty reminds me of your booty.

Yours, only for now, K....

(It’s a little bit different then the prompt)

People say that they like to drift into their imaginary world.

Because It is better than our world.

But that is not the same for me.

I hate every minute I am in my “dream” world.

But I always seem to get sucked into my dreamy nightmare ish world, where I see stuff you would never want to dream about.

People dying everywhere, to monsters like...

I drank it… “ do you feel any different?” Asked a scientist.

“Jimmy? Are you… ok?”

I felt roots I going through my body, starting with my veins then the rest of my insides. And although i wanted to scream, because of the painfully uncomfortable feeling, but I couldn’t say a word, because the roots had spread to my lungs.

And then the the roots ran through and around my skin, looping in out and...

(I am not good at writing poems, please don’t judge)

Dead..

Do things that didn’t say a dang thing, didn’t do single thing, deserve to be destroyed?

Do they deserve to decay in decrepit places?...

( btw this is not a poem, this is a part two for a story I had written before called; The controller… I hope you like it!)

I had dreamed of this happening, but I never thought it would actually happen. that my sister would fling herself out the window! It is all becoming real.

All I could do was stand there in shock for a straight minute. Trying to comprehend the situation.

Once I gained my c...

Bustling city.

Busy people.

Buying necessities.

Bad things, to which are hidden.

Beggars everywhere.

Bland colours....

“I am not a FREAKING TOY! Don’t you understand?! I breathe, I walk, I talk, but, all you ever see is this.. this thing who you can just play with, and throw around, LITERALLY! And then you act like you didn’t just hurt me, like I forget everything you have done to me, like I am some sort of goldfish. Well news flash I am not a goldfish, and I am definitely not your toy.”

I starred at him intense...

Boring. My life is so boring.

Working in a average paying job with average people and average drama, nothing out of the ordinary.

But my dreams, oh my dreams are a place where all I want to be, can come true.

Possibilities endless possibilities. All my coworkers around me laughs at the fact that I sleep during my breaks and on lunch but, they don’t know what beautiful things exist in my dream...