They said my life ended

when I was forced onto the streets.

They said my life deflated like a balloon

when the pressure was too high.

They said it was a shame

that a girl with so much potential

was now throwing life away like trash,

(favouring drugs over a “steady life”).

But my life was trash

before I wound up on the streets.

(I was crying myself to sleep

and letting red streaks

stain my sheets.)

I was homeless even before I had no house:

I’ve always been alone

(a solo soul stuck in a hell).

I’ve always been a drifter

(a ghost abandoned to look upon a “good life”).

I’ve always felt this coldness clinging close to my skin

(no one has ever been there to hug it away).

I was dead before I touched this icy ground:

I’ve always held an endless galaxy of falling stars.

I’ve always felt this unknown pain that runs throughout my veins.

I’ve always had these internal wounds that bleed

(never able to be bandaged).

They said my life ended

when I was forced onto the streets.

But my life has always been over:

I’ve always felt numb,

I’ve always felt lost,

I’ve always felt dead.

The difference is,

is that now

you finally see

just how broken I really I am.

(Why did it have to get to this point?)

A slight breeze blew through the town of Thesper, picking up speed as it dove unnaturally around the alley-corners, twisting and turning as it went. Ruffling the hair of the people who had begun to tentatively emerge from their shelters, snatching reluctant leaves off the spreading branches of the trees, carrying them along with it as it went.

It hesitated, sniffing the air in search of something, then continued on its way, leaping through bodies and weaving through open windows, faster and faster and faster and faster until it froze…

Waiting. It turned sharply, then shot off in the opposite direction, something inside of it drawing it forward. It snuck around the corner of a brick building, shooting across the smooth stones of the plaza, until it found what it was looking for.

A small pile of ash, laying inconspicuously against the wall in the back of the square. To anyone- or anything- else, it would have been invisible, but this being latched onto its presence. Tentatively it approached, freezing before the remains, before it lifted them up in its soft tendrils and examined them, cradling them close to its ethereal body.

A soft keening sound escaped its nonexistent mouth as time seemed to

f

r

e

e

z

e

for a minute, before returning to its normal speed with a clash, pieces of the world shattering and falling around this creature as it reeled.

With trembling hands, it stood, piles of ash clenched in both of its lucid fists. It then fled, leaping into the air in a single bound, soaring over the town beneath it without a second thought, the dusty remains billowing behind it in a strange parade.

The forest approached beneath them, and the creature let itself fall from the sky, landing on the mossy floor without so much as an audible thump before dissolving into pure mist.

The ash trickled down, caught in the web of time, but before they could reach the ground, they froze. They began to swirl around and coalesce into a thick cloud, growing more and more dense before their shape began to change, lengthening and stretching as the cloud sent out tendrils. The offshoots began to morph into something oddly resembling human limbs, fingers and toes sprouting from the form. They flexed, testing out their strength, as the unmistakable shape of a human body emerged, landing on the forest floor on its knees, panting heavily.

The remaining ashes that covered the person melted away, piling on the plants gently with a small hissing noise, revealing the face of Alastair O’Leary.

It was almost the same O’Leary from before, but not quite. This O’Leary was more feral; more dangerous. His eyes were no longer darkly human; rather, they were completely purple, the same light that had taken over his body earlier filling every inch of his eye sockets. There were no tangible eyes anymore, only the light that consumed him.

The same light flowed out from every part of his body, writhing underneath his pale skin in dark shadows that squirmed from one limb to the next in a continuous motion, never ceasing. O’Leary raised a single hand to his face, silently examining the shapes that moved beneath his flesh, spelling out strange runes as it did so.

He made a fist, his bones creaking and bowing beneath his strength, which suddenly felt tenfold anything than it ever had been before. He felt like he could grab the world in his hand and crush it, feeling the life seep out of the people underneath his fingers. He wished he could do the same to that boy…

He cursed himself for letting the boy get the best of him, slamming his fist down onto the forest floor suddenly as the memories came rushing back to him. The fight… he had had the boy underneath his fingertips. He could feel the bones in the boy’s neck contracting in his hands as he squeezed, could feel his trachea collapsing in on itself as he struggled- but he could also feel the same strange hesitation he had felt when he had looked into the boy’s eyes, and found them filled with fear and premature mourning. Yet the boy had barely fought, as if he had already accepted his demise. That was what broke O’Leary. He could take all the lives he wanted, but when it came to the one that mattered, he had second-guessed himself. And that ruined everything.

He looked down at himself and found that he was clothed in luxury robes with fur trim lining the edges, the same shade of purple as his flames had been. He smiled, running a hand down the velvet cloak, but the smile faded as he processed what had just happened. He had… died, had he not?

He was one of the best spellcasters there was, and even the most inexperienced of those knew one of the impossible rules of magic- you couldn’t bring people back from the dead.

Questioning everything he knew, his mind reeled. How… How was he still here?

His plea was answered by a strong voice that filled the clearing, bouncing off the trees and seeming like it came from nowhere, but everywhere at once.

“Alastair…”

He froze as glimpses of a dark-robed figure flashed through his mind, paralyzing him. He was wrong. The voice couldn’t be the voice he thought it was. He hadn’t heard that voice in twenty years…

“Alastair…”

Shaken for what seemed like the first time in forever, he managed to pull himself to his feet. He spun in a slow circle, trying to figure out who was playing such a cruel joke on him. Deep down inside, however, he knew it was no joke. Somehow, some way, she had returned.

“Alastair…”

He fell back to his knees as the cloaked figure took over the inside of his mind. He could see her unmistakable curves underneath her clothes, but as she turned to face him, her hood peeled down from her head in slow motion.

He recoiled, his heart racing as he was left staring into the deep, hollow sockets and gaunt, wizened face of the woman he had once loved.

i’m an empty parking lot

hard as concrete and always sought

drove over without a second thought

too much pressure on my back,

so my pavement has began to crack

i’m an empty parking lot

but today i fought

yeah, today i taught

there’s no need to be concerned

lessons were learned

i’m an empty parking lot

but if you desire a spot...

you better give it all you’ve got

before you try to put your car in my slot

be genuine, don’t plot

don’t be something you’re not

oh, you decided to give it another shot?

i’m an empty parking lot

and you’ve just been caught

no entry unless authenticity has been brought

hourglass of time

seems to flow quicker these days

each grain of sand

seems to disappear with a simple moment

tick tock tick tock

my time has run out with bland shock

i shall never know how much sand lies in my hourglass

i try grasp onto it

but the sand eventually slides out of my fingers

falling into the great ocean of eternity

written with the help of @littlesquiddie

You don’t know,

How wonderful you are.

I’ve never met anyone like you

You make me feel so happy inside,

Like nothing can hurt me.

I like you,

But I can’t say.

I can’t say,

From the fear of ruining what we already have together.

I can’t say,

Because of all the letdown,

And rejection,

And hurt.

I can’t tell you, that I want to be the one you come to,

When you’re sad,

Or hurt,

And you need someone.

It’s so hard,

To let go,

Of something you love.

I wish you would try with me.

And I could make you happy,

I could make you smile,

And try to keep away the pain.

But for now,

I’ll stay with you,

And support everything you do.

I’ll make sure to make something out of what we have.

But I can’t say.

Not yet.

welcome to my life

my camera roll is the host

i scroll through it, looking at selfies i’ll never post

you see...

i hate social media, but i hate myself the most

step 1. open camera roll

step 2. scroll

step 3. pretend your life is in control

meanwhile i’m looking at selfies i’ll never post

i have to keep up appearances or i’ll turn into a ghost

so i’ll continue to brag and boost

suffering from an irrational fear that they’ll rag and roast

“wait, how’s my hair?”

“yes, i care”

“oh, what should i wear?”

suffering from an irrational fear

so i stop and stare

before i crop and share

selfies i’ll never post

selfies i’ll never post

scrolling...

scrolling...

scrolling...

i hate social media

it’s so...

controlling

but i hate myself the most

i’m frowning

because i’m drowning

in all these selfies i’ll never post

...

One day there was a girl. She walked down a street. Then, poof she passed out. But, guess what, she was kidnapped by her future husband. Wow! They had kids. The end.

Also there was a jealous dude that tried to kill the husband once lol. And don’t forget the drunk guy that crashed into the girl that one time and she went into a coma and the guy was all like; “Lol. What? No, don’t die. I'm pregnant, you can’t die!”

“Stop.”

“No.”

“I dont wanna eat it.” She says, scrunching her nose.

“Do it.”

“But it’s gross!”

“Eat it” His voice would have scared anyone but her, he loved her and would never hurt her.

“You disgust me.” She says teasingly as he waves it in front of her and the smell makes her choke.

“Good, eat it.”

“I don't like meat.”

“You’ve never had this kind,” He replies with a laugh at her antics.

“Yeah cause it’s weird!”

“Come on!”

“Ugh fine.” She finally sighs, taking a reluctant bite of the meat pie.

“See? It’s good right?”

“I guess, what kind is it again?”

“The meat? Well... Uh, deer.”

“Where from?” She asks curiously, leaning forward. She isn’t sure where he would hunt, they lived in a very urban section of Eutopia.

“A place, with trees”

“Ah, I love trees. The last time I was saw a tree was... I was running from something.”

“Oh no, who?” His reply is slow and strange, his hand suddenly gripping the fork harder than before.

“Wait, it was you!”

“Oh, darling, why you gotta be so smart? You can’t get far anyway” He utters the last bit as she tried to leap from her chair, just to fall to the ground, her horrified gaze slowly trails down to her legs. Or where her legs should be.

“The meat pie. No, no, no, no” She tried to crawl away but he quickly lumbers towards her.

“I’m sorry darling, I really do love ya’. I’m just so hungry”