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A school divided Chp3
(warning harsh language, and homophobia)
3rd pov: Grayson walked over to Oliver's table, and sat down. "oh hey Grayson" The younger emo greeted, his friends then got up and left, leaving the two puzzled. Grayson took Oliver's hands in his, and asked. "Do you wanna go out to dinner tonight, it is a Friday after all?" "Sure, where though?" "Olive garden" "Cool, how about 6:30?" "Yeah do you wanna hang out after or want me to take you home?" "Uh, we could hang out at my house maybe. Just gotta ask my mom, I'll text her now." Oliver got out his phone, and texted him mom. "she said sure" "So I'll pick you up at 6:30, and we'll go to olive garden then hang out at your house." Grayson listed "Yup, hey is emo attire okay?" Grayson looked a little shocked at Oliver, but chuckled. "why wouldn't it be?" So the boys had their plan for the evening after school, they couldn't wait for it to be in action.
After school Grayson was getting ready for his date with Oliver, trying to find a goo
A school divided chp1 / Chp2
Oliver's pov: Eating my lunch with my friends, or so called friends, I noticed them giggling and whispering. "what?" I asked my 'friend Lily smirked. "That Grayson guy, is totally checking you out." I turned and looked over, and he quickly turned away as he sat with his friends. "See I told you Olive, he likes you." My other friend Jeremy agreed with her "I think Lil's right, and I know you like him too. So just admit it." "I didn't deny it" Its true I do like Grayson, he's so cute, he's nice, and he's on my side of the social structure line, he's emo too. They got giddy, and started chatting about how cute we'd look together. "Your guys are such preps" I teased.
After lunch I was in science class, writing my notes. Grayson was my lab/table partner, I don't mind it. "Hey Oliver" I put my pencil down, and looked at him. His black bangs covered his eyes, till he flipped them. "You wanna be friends?" I thought about it for a second, but replied. "Sure" I then continued my work, but
He hides in his shell the teacher did tell,
Family shrugged-maturity crosses wisdom,
Smile scarred onto his lips, a turtle locked in death grips,
A tortoise on its back, shell buried in wet sand,
A trapped, caged, screaming band,
shell shock from hell
Tank not cocoon-weaponized not marooned,
Ammo vanished before nuptial battles,
What was a clash turned to slaughter,
As the chrysalis burned in fire
Heads above and down between; two,
Strikes to vulnerable twins brought the end to,
As quick as surely penetrating, shell rot spreading through
Mind above and only one there too,
Flip the animal onto a back tattooed with words,
Awestruck aren't you?
Desperate words unable to hold back the laughter crew
Turtle, tortoise, tank crawling through closed down
shells, cocoons, chrysalides cracking,
Sure words-they are meant to open,
Flower, butterfly, freedom,
Opened at the cost of a kingdom with castle moats of scar tissue,
But as the family said earlier:
Her Life Is A Lie
There was a woman who lies turned to flies.
They'd creep up her throat as she spoke falsely.
This disgust and distrust bred without concern.
She was ignorant to the truth and no one ever learned.
Any little jab that buzzed in her head
She'd spew it out and the vulture's fed.
Then come the flies to swarm her again.
The more she grew cold the more she lies told.
As they buzzed around her she saw people move away.
She would flail around and flies hit the ground.
And the lies that they carried were freed.
It got to where she couldn't move.
Twist a wrist kill and ten or two.
The more she killed the more people knew.
Isolated and trapped in a swarm of deceit.
She couldn't move and never left her seat.
Already all alone but she couldn't harm the flies.
She's told so many lies one might be her life.
A knight in white armour with death at his side
On water he walks and on lightning he rides
The shield and the sword lined in silver and gold
With a flame in his heart and a fire in his soul
You've got me on a wire
And I'm hanging by a thread.
You're my only heart's desire,
The only voice in my head.
I'm hanging by a thread of hope
That's tied around my fucking throat.
Please help me up or let me down
Instead of fucking me around.
Can't you just cut the fraying rope
Instead of leaving me a thread of hope?
Can't you cut the shit, let me know
Whether or not I should just let go?
You left me hanging by a thread,
Holding on to faint memories.
Cold and alone, I'm left for dead,
Hanging in Hell, I'm starting to freeze...
Out of Body (Out of Mind)
He sits all alone in a cavern of despair,
Hanging on to hope he knows is no longer there.
He's trying to find a way
To find more words to say.
He's almost lost his hold on
Reality and serenity.
He's losing his ways to hold on,
Slipping into insanity.
He's losing track of perspective,
Finding that lost is not a way to live.
He's out of body and out of mind,
Viewing himself and going blind.
Trying now to hang on
To life, not memory.
When he can't hang on,
Please remember me...
Why did you pour your love into me?
Poured tears born into rivers, but dams I built in front,
Drowning before your onslaught... my sole reaction a raging shrug
I discarded your baggage, ruthlessly sacrificed you as garbage,
Love I put in the shredder, what came out-I shudder,
Mother, oh mother, I wonder what became of our time together?
Reconciliation: I tried but failed,
It seems I only hugged your corpse, what remained; rivers no longer flowed,
Tears gone, seems I'm the only one left to make them go
The pain I feel will not repent, the guilt leaves nothing but the dams I built,
Fast asleep, will you never awaken? Scars I have left on you, I cannot retake them,
But perhaps you'll return somewhen, for I fear we'll not meet in hell's after show...
Mother, oh mother,
Where did the love go?
i. Short Poetry
Don't touch me i'm afraid,
Of the invisible razor blade.
A moment in a lifetime
A love song I could sing
Movement in the dead of night
That told me everything
A voice long since forgotten
Time that's been erased
Beauty forged in chaos
A kiss more than a phase
Love that moves the mountainside
A touch that parts the sea
The taste of destiny
Words that moved my heart to dance
And burned within my soul
The world at once at my command
I'll never let it go
Bending breaking bloodied baking
in an oven's sickness spreading,
Smeared across a white pure sky,
Teardrop one ink spot and
out until I die
in this oven built by life's unfairs,
Permanent colors smudge my retinas fused with welding flares,
Blindly stumbling crumbling through this oven's savage thundering,
A rotten throbbing gasping storm is brewing-is coming
The air no more, the sky though
I swear it swore, it would never be put out anymore,
Now blazing tempests roam, the oven swallows the sky I used to know,
I beg it, beg it, beg it: show me the sky once more, once more...
I am the ribcage once broken come back in shards spread on your face,
I have mixed your body with human paint I found on the floor,
There is nothing in your times of antiquity that steals away from my sentence,
I am your life's pallet scarred scared wrecked and disjointed,
The storm; a toxic smile come for-I am back once more
Locked in melting iron jaws I bre
"Next in line please..." I whisper out loud, before the massive tumbling... dead empty crowd,
The vehicle still empty, the clock was ticking, I must encourage myself to think much much more quickly
"Alright..." I count to four... I take the deepest breath before reaching out once more,
"Forgot the line everyone, please come aboard. We're off to lands that simply none have yet to explore. An adventure amazing, exquisite, bounties, treasures to grab and maybe even life to restore"
I scan the platform in desperation, my mind's shards are not yet crystalline, my vision blurred... and there's nobody listening,
Imaginary friends I have in showers, fake lovers in endless powers, all kinds of sentient beings... and yet even they all cower
"Hello? This train leaves very soon and trust me... its more than just a fancy show. We'll leave this place, find where to go. And I promise-"
"We'll stay together for as long as forever".
My mind's characters and real others I've found are not j
Silence fills my empty ears,
Fuelling all my petty fears.
I haven't heard from you in days
As I lie here in a quiet daze.
You just let me know you're breathing,
It's not enough to relieve the feeling.
You said you just needed some space,
I feel like I'm forgetting your face.
I admit I am just being selfish,
I know I shouldn't be feeling this.
I can't help but wonder and worry,
We have a problem, I think it's me.
The silence echoes in my head
Filling me with hopeless dread.
You say you haven't felt very well,
But what that means, I can't quite tell.
Silence fills my mouth and lungs
In the air, apologies are hung.
I'm drowning in this quiet sea,
I'm going down, please help me...
Exercises in Introspection
Should it be lifting weights and cardio routines?
An exercise so mundane it fits not my purpose,
nor sprung from it the source of blame
Exercise and lift in the morning,
Searching depths of cities unknown,
Try to find the one; from stranger to savior,
Failure a hurtful exercise for everyone
Exercise and lift in the evening,
Lost in the concrete desert of questing,
Finding no one among streets devoid-
tightening my inner void,
An exercise this remains leaving solidarity... destroyed
A coach of illborn hateful prophecies?
A gym of persistent loneliness?
A martial art that we cannot train nor later possess...
should finding one's place in life really require fitness?
Ghosts lie and lie inside my brain,
They echo, echo and drive me insane.
I can't find a way to shut them all out,
With their whispers of mistrust and doubt.
I can't sleep with all the silent sound
As thoughts just echo around and around.
Soon I won't be able to pretend.
Soon, I'll more than crave the end.
I'm sick of the migraine within my skull,
I'm sick of these thoughts I cannot cull,
I'm sick of the little voices inside my head
Dragging me down until I wish I was dead.
Growing desperate, fighting a war
Against myself til I can't take anymore.
Always battling the ghosts within
Until I join them in the realm of sin...
Sometimes u get so used up in ur life that u no longer know how u are living
U get washed up in the moments of survival forgetting that u have a pain
Small pains are easy to handle! Get urself a perscription or a bundle of pain killers
But some pains are eternal
No medicine can fix or remove
U may forget it for a while
But it will come again
U realise the reality of your pain at some point
U want to cry
U keep thinking about it
And its suffocating
But ur helpless... no limbs
There is no proof of your existance
The past flashes up... full of pain... mostly pain
Happy moments are no way balanced with sad ones
U dont have a power supply
And u start counting ur days
When will this life be over
Now there is nothing u need from life
Ur praying for it to end
Increase ur good deeds in the meanwhile... u dont wanna end in another hell in the afterlife
Ur seeking heaven
Its ur last ray of hope
But ur not a saint just yet... this hope is null.. and there goes the endless cycle of ur miser
Best Friends Forever
There was a time when I performed lunch alone,
Physically or mentally separated,
My youth was a void best left underrated
This depthless pit they threw me in,
As any struggling animal would I climbed the slopes,
Only to find them digging the pit deeper as I go
It becomes hard to see far above,
As the abyss turns to all you know-
even as hands reach down to help
A storm ensues buzzing around me,
I rise above my hell only to sometimes fall,
Straight down the hole I now helped recall
Then comes along a friend who makes you wish you were not dead,
You ditch your prison, you throw down some dirt,
You run away laughing, you build a new world!
Life spins round as you lose track of time,
You breathe in the air and bask in the light,
The world your own, your new life your home
But then your friend…
they’ve changed you realize one day,
Nothing is forever, you fear you will be forsaken,
Left behind, in this lonely life undertaken
Their final words strike a blow lea
Paralysed by the familiar old friend,
That same old longing for the end.
Trying to escape the familiar nightmare
Of a prison built from my despair.
I'm almost tearing my hair all out
While trying not to cry or shout.
Why do you leave me to fall down
Into Blue depths to slowly drown?
Struggling to keep my skin together,
Feeling about as strong as a feather.
I'm trying to escape the inescapable
And I will try for as long as I am able.
Blue and Black rise from deep within,
Spreading from my soul to my skin.
I feel the same old numbing pain
I thought I would never feel again.
Embraced by my unmissed muse
That I now know I can never lose.
I'm struggling to write or to rhyme
As I start to slowly drown inside.
My scars closed and healed long ago
But without wounds I'm still broken and low.
I can't find a way to lose the feeling
To feel something other than nothing.
I'm lost like a butterfly in a hurricane
Of voices screaming again and again,
Ever had the feeling that bad things are on the way?
Ever wished your mind had no more words to say?
Ever wished you could shut them all out;
Get rid of the premonitions that scream and shout?
For all I know, it may just simply be
A trace of paranoid anxiety,
But all I know is that I need
To keep the voices under lock and key.
I know my thoughts may amount to nothing,
All just the result of irrational worrying...
But there's a feeling down inside my heart
That something bad, is about to start...
I can't find a way to calm myself down
As the images all go around and around;
Betrayal unmentionable though just hypothetical,
Trauma unimaginable, barely just foreseeable.
I can't get this feeling out of my chest
And I can't get even a moment's rest.
Please dear brain, have some mercy
And end the thoughts that are plaguing me...
Lying awake, afraid to close my eyes,
Afraid to let in more nightmares and lies.
The thoughts erode at my mind's foundation,
I drown and break down in these false pre
I hate your cigarettes and the other men you see
'Cos one is killing you while the other's killing me
The Taste Of Sadness
What would sadness taste like?
Like the tears of a lost friend?
Like ashes as everything burns?
Like the last kiss before you left?
There's one date on the headstone
Born and lived and died
And I still feel your touch
Clear as the day you left my side