I like to see good in people (because I don’t know they’re life)
But I know that people tend to be horrible
I like to smile (‘cause everyone’s prettier when they do)
But I know that people can take it the wrong way
I like to meet (most) new people
But I know that people can hurt you
I like to try new things (can’t like/dislike it until you do)
But I know that people judge newbies harshly
I hate how people act (most of the time)
But I know that people can be better
I don’t like starting conversations
I feel like I’m going to say something dumb
I can hear my heart in my throat when I talk to strangers
I have opinions that I do not voice or rather cannot
I am introverted, quite, shy, and insecure about myself
I would rather chose to stay home then to go out
I try to break out, but nothing ever lasts a day over…
I sit on my perch watching the world below
I see you come out carrying part of a face
I can see his huge bright blue eyes
You’ve killed him
You’ve cut his eyes off
You’re throwing them into that thing that smashes the trash
I watch you rip them up and throw them in
I see you go back inside and come back out with his nose
I don’t understand why you’ve killed this man
You go back inside and bring out the rest of his face
You keep ripping and tearing him apart
You go in and come back out with his eyes again
I guess he had a twin
I guess you’ve killed him too
I don’t understand the barbaric ways of humans
You destroy him just like you did his brother
You close the door on the trash thing and push a button
You grab a thing from your hip and speak to it
“I’m done with The Grey standee!
You want me to clean the soda box room next?”
Poetry Prompt: Standing in one place, observing what goes on around you
Well I finished it. If I remember correctly you guys did enjoy reading it so I’ve posted it in full.
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You say I’m ugly
I say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
You say I’m dumb
I say that it’s idiotic to think I know everything
You say I’m rude
I say that I’m in a bad mood thanks to the person in front of you
You say I’m unfunny
I say you just don’t get me
You say I’m flawed
I say I’m human
I have no clue where this came from, or why I keep writing poetry
He’s shadowy and tall
He comes out when you’re alone
He doesn’t mean you harm
Or does he
He might mean to help
But his methods are questionable
He follows behind
He almost guides with his steps
You hear branches break under his feet
You might look back at him
You might run away from him
Either way you’re doing what he wants
He’s just a figure of your imagination
He’s all lights and shadows, you think
But he isn’t lights and shadows
He’s real and he’s out there
He’s a figure out in the woods
And he’ll be following you
(Read More not working, so I’m not going to use it. Also if you read this and enjoy you should like it!)
It started out as a normal day; Bob had just gotten off work and was walking down the abounded railroad tracks on his way home. At least they’re supposed to be abounded, but the quite rumble of the tracks implied that something was coming. What was about to change Bob’s life and quite possibly the entire world.
He was kicking at the stones beneath his feet when he walked, taking his sweet time walking to his empty home. He hated it there, filled with ghosts of his mistakes and stupidity with nightmares hiding around every corner and behind ever door. He was distracted with his desire to not go home, that Bob almost missed the sound of a train whistle coming from behind him. Bob turned around, rubbing his eyes wondering if he was really seeing what he was. A train was speeding down the tracks toward him.
The track was abounded after the tracks that went over the Mississippi fell to piece after a good gust of wind blew down. Bob squinted his eyes at the train, and wondered what kind of train it was, and who the dumb ass was that changed the tracks to go in this direction. From what he could tell it was passenger train, possibly filled with other who could, and probably would, lead a much better life then he was currently living. He needed away to stop the train, but how?
He didn’t have much time, so he did the only thing he could think that could stop the train. He jumped on the tracks, waving his arms like a mad man. Part of him wanted to train to notice him in time, but he didn’t really care if they did. The world didn’t need him, not really. He was easily replaced at work, he didn’t have family who would really miss him, and he’d burned enough of the bridges with his friends that they wouldn’t miss him much either. And yet he didn’t want to die, he could still do something with his life, couldn’t he?
When the train did start to slow, he wondered whether fate was being kind of cruel. He took a few steps back, but stayed on the tracks. The train finally came to a stop at most ten feet from him, Bob watched as the conductor came storming up to him, swearing with every step.
“What in the fucking world are you fucking thinking, dumb ass!” shouted the conductor, his eye squinted and glaring, his fists balled like he was ready to hit something, or perhaps Bob.
“I’m sorry, but these track lead to a broken bridge, and I didn’t want you and your passengers to die! I was just trying to help!” replied Bob, holding his hands up in surrender. The conductor gave him an indescribable look.“I’m the only fucking person on the train, and what the fuck do you mean bridge is broken?” demanded the conductor, his anger depleted, after all Bob had just saved his life from falling to his death.
“The bridge fell down after a big gust of wind blew on it,” replied Bob, suddenly realizing that he’d just saved this man’s life.
“How did any fucking trains get across a train weak enough to come down with a gust of wind? I guess I’ll have to find a way to back track,” mumbled the conductor, turning around heading back to the train. Bob smiled, and went back to walking home, because suddenly having saved a life made the demons waiting back at him small and weak.
Little did he know that he’d saved more than one life, because the train was moving highly poisonous chemical waste. If it had landed in the river it would have eventually killed everyone. Bob managed to save the world, and he won’t ever know it.
So here is a longer excerpt from it:
Since Helene lost the link, and because it’s like my baby!
So here is a longer excerpt from it:
I want to post some of it, but not if nobody would read it!
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