Hooray for NaPo! ^^ //WARNING: poetry here is very much so not going to be good and SpiritedWolfe is not responsible for the damage these words may cause to you eyes.
1. Save me, God. (Life is Strange) [Quick Warning for Censored Language xD]
when i was younger, i always asked questions -- meaningful questions about life everyday life, after life and God all i wanted to know was "What does God look like?" my mommy never knew the answer but then neither did my Best Friend.
seven years later, I turned 11 Best Friend and me played relentlessly she was always there with me even when my dad never came home.
Mom never stopped believing, hoping, wanting, wishing William was out there waiting for her in the hands of God I almost asked again "What does God look like?" so we both knew where to find him she only cried more for the memory.
I stopped believing in God The moment my step-father walked into My life, My home, My everything He took my mother from him (from me) So I was abandoned by yet another Since Best Friend left me God would never let that happen.
i found her again Like Best Friend before but not. She had brown hair that touched her back And sketchy clothes Like the people step-douche chased off i liked her.
i tripped on the stairway to heaven because i wasn't supposed to be there yet even though, it was my time i tripped and i cried because i just really f***cking wanted to see William God, Best Friend again
i only learned that i fell because best friend was holding my hand the entire time.
i told you to hide the gun, before we found her. She's scared, arms curled around legs and sweat licking her freezing skin. You can't see her eyes are squeezed shut to keep the dust out.
They'd be gleaming in fear right now, Chloe. i told you to hide the gun.
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goosebumps pricking my skin; needles piercing my veins. skin crawling, eyes bawling and i can't get the sounds of the gunshot out. They echo, echo, echo across the distance between us and him.
Too far, too late. my blood is acid. She is screaming in her grave, for you, Chloe, because I am too far to do it myself.
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Rachel in the dark room, Rachel in the dark room, Rachel in the dark room scribbled across the walls. i can't see. i can't feel anything but the leather around my wrists and the gag over my heart screaming, crying.
i want out.
my vision is turning, my mind too far out of reach to fix it. to fix me.
Flashes create shadows and pictures hidden away, kept hushed up like a secret. (i am his new secret.) His words are nightmares, his face a wound.
i knew him once, but only the half he wanted me to see.
the other half is what put me in chains before it even came from the shadows.
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//*****// the thicket slashed at my knuckles and slit my wrists, cutting deep and clinging long until their leaves and twigs were soaked in blood. they wore the red even when the shadows came and swallowed their colors whole.
i could have littered the same path with pages and pages and pages of blackened notes, scarred with with burning burden of suicide notes, ransom notes, and death. it couldn't have made a difference. once the choked beam of the flashlight left the trail behind me, it was gone.
the only evidence was the memories the wind threatened to rip away from me. /***/
4. How do you write? ;-; I dunno how. I forgot. It's been too long So this is a poem that is inspired by my inability to write words on a screen they're so mean they make me want to scream. This is a rap now for NaPo with crappy rhymes I have no time to fix them.
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear
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