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THE THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM!
As some of you might already know. I'm Moon. This is my third attempt at keeping a thread alive.
It's totally gonna die,
and I might cry.
But it's worth a try :3
^ Poem of the OP. Please Help the poem prove itself wrong, and don't let it die. Donate your time and feedback to this poor thread, so it can feed it's baby poems. :>
Anyways. I'm not really sure what all this will contain, I just hope there will actually be people willing to help me become better at whatever I try to do. So... I guess that means I will be writing (duh), drawing, and other artsy-fartsy stuff I shall attempt.
So... That's all I have for the OP! I hope that all onlookers will enjoy what I do!
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It's still 5 AM, no?
I looked at the scar on my forearm, and remembered John. He never came back, but Sheimagya told me not to get too attached to the Humans. That they were all evil. So I didn't think about John or the other one, Sean, much. Only when a few months later, the Humans found Sheimagya and took him away, and he never came back. Then I thought about John coming and saving Sheimagya and returning him to us. But he didn't.
"Ladies And Gentlemen! T46 9015 will now compete for free life for your entertainment! Lets enjoy the sight of survival instinct and see if it may pass through the treacherous Stadium! First stop, Stage 1!" a Voice said. I looked down at my legs and thought to myself, Might as well try to be free.
The first obstacle didn't look too hard, just a few jumps. I completed them effortlessly and stood upon the next platform.
"Ah, lets see if he can try something harder! STAGE 2!" The Voice said. The next stage didn't look as easy as the first one was, because I saw spikes sitting below, waiting for me to plumet to my death. I would not allow the Humans to have the satisfaction of my death. They would be amusued, and I could not let my life go to such a waste.
I ran throught the jumps and past the spikes almost as easily as I had the first level.
"T46 9015 seems to be promising! We will take it up a notch and send him PAST a few levels. Lets now begin with Stage 10!" The Voice said, obviously annoyed by my success. I was determined to finish the Stadium. I wanted to be Free.
As I stepped off the last platform, I saw axes, four to be exact, and they were all going different directions and different speeds. I stood there for a while, and timed the axes, then when I was prepared, I ran so fast, all you could see was a blur. It was invigorating, the energy that flowed through my body. I felt like I could run into anything and not be hurt at all. But just when I though the stage was over, I saw the lasers. And most of my hope drained.
Most of the ones that never left the Stadium alive, had died by lasers. As a child I had seen so many dead Runners coming back through the door with their arms or legs cut apart, sliced so thinly, you knew it was the lasers. I gathered all of my hope, and tried to dodge the lasers, and ducked underneath a block. Suprisingly, the laser didn't penetrate the block into smithereens, so I was a bit more hopeful that I would come out alive.
I dashed from the laser as soon as it faced the other direction, and leaped over the last remaining block that kept me from my destination. "Alright, now the games really begin! Take it to level 20!" The Voice said. you could hear it was on the verge of rage, and it sent a hush over the crowd.
The platform I was standing on suddenly jerked away and sped over to what I assumed was Stage 20. Before me laid the final level. What seperated me from my freedom. There was no way that I was going to fail. The first obstacle, a series of spikes and axes were set in front of me, obviously this was the hardest stage, and it would take all of my strength. I gathered my energy, and I felt the power surging through me. I cleared the platforms and landed very close to a spike. I jumped lightly over it, and spat on it. This sent waves of shock and humor into the crowd, and they roared in laughter.
I saw lasers and more spikes. But there was something peculiar about the spikes, every time something moved below it, they smashed to the ground. I waited for them all to go back up, and tried to call that energetic feeling again, but somehow I couldn't. I had to rely on my instinct for this one. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, and I slid through the tight space after it. My leg was an inch away from the last spike when I finished sliding. My heart was pumping a million beats a minute.
I walked to the room that was labled "Freedom this way".
"NO! Don't go that way!" A farmiliar voice said.
I turned around and saw the one and only John.
"John?" I stood stunned.
"Yes, but you must listen to me. Do not go out that way. You need to follow me if you really want freedom." He said quickly.
"How can I trust you? You are Human! Evil, all of you! Killers." I shouted, suprised by my own emotion.
"I know you shouldn't trust me. But I don't want you to die like the rest of them. There are others out there. That escaped. I'm not sure where, but I know you will find them." John said, looking regretful.
"I will follow you. But be cautious John. If you mislead me, there are plenty of death traps for you to slip in." I said with venom.
I could not believe my own words. I had never felt such hate towards anyone or anything before. Why would I say that to John? The only kind Human? There was a nauseous feeling in my gut, and I warily followed John past the sign marked freedom. He took me to a set of stairs and faced me.
"There isn't enough time for me to explain. There really are Runners that escaped. I supposed to plant this," John took a small, thin, black box from his pocket and showed me, "on you so you can lead Humans to the escaped Runners. I don't want to, but I have to. You can however dump it somewhere later on. Just make sure you get far away from here." John said with a sad look in his eyes.
"Why are you telling me?" I asked, suddenly calm again.
"Because I know that you are also people too. You have emotions like Humans do."
"Why would you help me?"
"Because I am one of you."
"Wait, John..." I started, but John cut me off.
"There is not enough time! Go, and if I ever get out of here, I will tell you. Go up these stairs, out the door, and jump down. Get at least 500 feet away from here and you are in the clear. Remember to dump the Tracker later on, whatever you do, Do not come back here." John said, giving me a push up the stairs.
"Zaloe John." I said softly as I turned and ran up the stairs. I swore I heard tears through his voice as he muttered it back.
And that is all I have for that. It was meant to be a short story, and it ended up a short story. I don't feel like changing anything, because I would just delete it all if I did that.
I'll probably add some sort of something later today, for those who are stalking.
I'm sick of this fake smile,
I'm sick of this fake me.
What do I do?
What am I supposed to be?
Someone help me.
I'm crying out to the world,
But life just isn't fair.
Is it normal for me to think,
That absolutely no one cares?
It's times like this,
That I wonder what to do.
Help out everyone else?
Or try and be new.
I just want some answers.
I just want to see.
Who am I?
What am I supposed to be?
I guess I'll just
Help everybody in need.
But on the inside I will die,
Because I'm too ashamed to cry.
I ask for help now,
But later I will refuse it.
I think that writing this,
Helps me out a little bit.
Maybe someone cares,
Someone, out there.
Meanwhile, I'll just suffer alone.
Carrying my burden with a fake smile,
All the way home.
Most of the poems from now on will be older ones from me, so do not expect anything good ._.
And it's a lot lot lot lot lot of old poems. Sorry if I repost any of them.
A bit o' backstory for nostalgia purposes? Plus boredom.
I was helping a lot of "sad" people with their lives, while mine was far worse than their petty problems. And I was really sick of having to be a crutch for everyone, while I just got pushed to the ground because no one was there for me. When I asked for a bit of help from the people I was helping, they just got mad and called me selfish and etc, and I was fed up. So I wrote this poem from the top of my head, like all the other poems, and I feel like this one played out rather nicely with my idea of just becoming a new person so everyone would like me and not think I was just some loser you call on when you need help.
I love you Moon.
I want to start a writing thread but I'm afraid I won't have anything to write in it. :c
But hi! I'm back kinda. And I got this awesome armatar after some intense element inspecting.
Raina! I love you too!
Just keep one open for the hell of it, lol. That's why mine is still here. *sigh*
Ooooooooh you shouldn't run around saying that :P Pissums went bai bai for similar D:
I could be warm
Sometimes I wish
I could still be ignorant,
Still have that bliss.
But it wasn't meant to be
I'm not supposed to have
There is a light!
It was just a star in the night.
Will I ever find a way home?
It's so fun in here all by myself....
Streaks of light
Bleach the sky
With it's simplicity
A brilliant shine
Fades to black
Waiting for the dew
To appear on the grass
How to indite
How to recite
To the blind of beauty
The blind of nature
Why should I explain?
Is it my duty?
But I must share
The breathtaking scene
But how can I
To those who haven't seen...
I will try
But know I might fail
Beauty held by my eye
These are amazing poems keep going!
i hope you make more
Mimzei keep it up, though I would like to see more poems with more words. After all, a poem is still heavily dependent on strong diction. All this modern stuff and icky free verse tires after a while.
Thank you errr mintymoo.
And @ nicho, all of these are from my old thread. Nothing is new anymore lol. I have like 13 pages of nothing but poetry to go from my old thread, so get used to it. XP But when I get time, I'll write something or another that isn't in this modern and icky free verse.
I didn't even realize this was your new thread, they keep changing names like a girl's fickle mind.
Pardon the sexism~
Fail cover, love. You weren't around in my second thread
This is my third, lol.
See, exactly my point :0 I thought this was your second thread.
Do you still write? I don't.
I don't really. Not since I've gotten so busy. That Blue Jay thing a few pieces back was the latest, besides that stupid haiku. :<
You still fail, anyways.
I don't love you.
Like I did before.
Not like yesterday,
When it was all okay.
I cried so hard.
Trying to get you back,
But you don't wanna stay.
Not with me, anyway.
I'll never be the same,
Now that you are gone.
You just got up walked out.
Left me to guess what it is about.
After all this time,
You spent playing pretend.
I don't have the time to
Prepare my heart to defend.
I thought it was fine,
But apparently not.
Do you now how it feels,
To have your heart shot?
Your bullet of imitation,
Went through and through.
The last thought on my mind,
Will always be about you.
But my crazy thoughts,
Of you coming back.
It's not you,
But sense that I lack.
So no, I don't love you
Like I did before.
I was stupid to think that yesterday,
Everything was okay.
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