- >camping with friends
- >walking along this path with my friend talking loudly
- >she asks me
- >"Oh crap, Meg did you bring that extra sleeping bag for me?"
- >Yeah I got it, we're good.
- >we keep walking
- >getting pretty far away from camp
- >suddenly from the brush cross the stream that our path paralleled
- >Beeeeehhh did yeeeyyee bbrbrbring da eeetra eeeeepi beeerrrrrrggggg fo me
- >it was so inhuman sounding like an animal almost
- >it repeats several times
- >each time it sounds more and more like my friend
- >we are terrified
- >we start running back
- >hear leaves moving behind us
- >too afraid to look
- >from behind us in a low whimper
- >"waaait I'm hurt"
- >sounds just like me
- >I'm crying
- >we keep running
- >as we get closer to the opening into the field we were camping in the bushes are thicker
- >we're not real fit and we had been running pretty hard
- >gasping for air
- >directly from the right of us
- >"tired YET"
- >sounds like her again with almost a bark
- >shaking so hard at this point
- >I turn and look back
- >see this massive mound of fur in the bushes turn and go back the way we came from
- >get to camp and tell our friends what happened
- >they of course don't believe us
- >we refuse to stay there that night
- >get in her car and drive to town and sleep in a cheap motel
- >about 10 PM her phone rings
- >friends at the camp
- >"JESUS WILL YOU GUYS GIVE IT UP? IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS YOU'RE NOT SCARING US JUST KEEPING US FROM SLEEPING"
- >friend gets hysterical telling them to leave
- >they're convinced we drove back there are in the woods yelling that we're hurt and for them to come help us
- >I turn up the motel tv and let them hear that we're in town
- >they hang up immediately and drive to our motel and spend the rest of the night
- >next day we go back for our shit and never go camping again
You wake up
There’s just black. You can’t breathe… you can’t move
You can’t speak
You pray only in moments like these, when you’re certain you’ll die.
You’re released because apparently something, someone took the time to to listen to your generic plea.
That’s the idea.
Selfishness and helplessness
These go hand in hand. Your neediness and unwillingness to do anything for yourself or for others, expecting more than you give in return.
You give nothing and yet you expect something.
You stroll to class.
Late again, like yesterday, every day, since last year
You’re blaming the distance and your alarm clock. You get there in the middle of class, and your face is set, justified, believing that you’re in the right, and they’re in the wrong. Who are they to judge you, these teachers?
Go sit down.
Like if you have a choice.
Fuck them, you think, sulking in the backrow. The teacher obviously disinterested, goes back to lecturing, life goes on in the same manner.
They’re asking you for your homework, and you don’t hand it in. Why should you anyways? You’re intelligent.
Smarter than the students, than the teacher
You know better, and yet you don’t do anything.
Good, you’re already forgotten in their minds.
You’re walking with a friend, and he’s hoping you’ll keep him company a bit more.
I need to go home! You yell
They need me
Whose they? he asks
My family! You cry as you speed off
And they really don’t
He smiles, and nods his head. He goes, like many others, you won’t see him again. Soon, you won’t see many of them again.
You’re walking home, and every day, you lie.
You lie at school
To your friends
Mostly to yourself… The act of believing yourself doesn’t require much persuasion, you just do and you’re fine with it.
And lying gets easier, so much easier
You go home and your sick mother
Your poor sick mother is there
You kiss her on the head, and you give her water
And you leave. You don’t direct another word at her for the rest of the day, night.
As if you helped
But you lie
And you say you do
And you use her as an excuse to do nothing
Your father is yelling at you
Telling you, asking you
Fucking pleading you
Why won’t you do anything?
Anything at all?
And you, self-satisfied
You lie and scream with the same conviction as his
That you do
That you do so much
And you cry
With your sour tears, you’re trembling on the floor, sobbing, feeling victimized and lonely and hurt.
And he pats you on the head and tells you it’s alright.
Friend after friend after friend
You tell them stories, of what your life is.
My dad beat me when I told him I was gay…they treat me like shit at home. I do everything there!
Can you believe that?
You’re willing to do anything, anytime, until the last moment.
You want to go do something fun?
Something, they ask you, and you tell them yes. Yes of course! With all your enthusiasm, you know you won’t follow through.
Why weren’t you there?
And you tell them your mother is sick.
You tell them your father is you know, “sick”
You owe them this much, that you have to clean the house, and watch your mother. You have to cook some food, and wash the clothing, that you have to stay home because they want you home.
You fucking liar.
You’re not breathing right now.
You’re stock still, and silent.
And you pray to god, because what else can you do? You’re probably dying.
You didn’t finish school, and right now, you’re dying.
Your mother is in a home somewhere, and you haven’t seen her in years.
And you’re not making any sounds.
Your father is alone, at home, working hard to keep things afloat.
And you’re worried about death.
You have no more friends
And you’re praying to god.
You’re stock still, and you’re not breathing, you’re not speaking.
You’re praying to yourself tonight.
Praying, telling god, to save you, right now, and you’ll change who you are, and who you’ll still be.
You’re praying to god, and for a moment, you believe yourself.
Anonymous asked: Lol. That was the best piece of poetry you could think up. Nice.
You think so? Well thank you anon :].
I want to float and be smoke
Fly in the air and into your throat
I want to rest in your tongue
Stay on your lips
Stay on your finger tips
I’ll stay in your throat
And in your chest
I’ll rise once more
And dance like a
Reach me with your hand
I’ll move away
Miss me with your eyes
Miss me while, I dance away
I’m ready to give in to whatever
Never have I said never
Forever is forever
And you call me when you need me
“Today was a long day”
But it’s ok
You’ll find me
I’ll go gladly
Just ask me
Promise you won’t leave again?
Forever is a never
Agreement is a no
You lie before you’ve spoken
You try when there’s no point in
Being without living
Believe in disappearing
And I’ll be everything
Forever is a sometimes
Agreeing when I should say no
I’ve spoken when I shouldn’t
I try when there’s no point in
There’s no point
Living in a home
I’ve lived inside you long enough to know
A home is not a forever
When there’s no point in