Friends don't have to breathe..."My friends don't need to breathe."I've said that countless times. My parents called it just a simple faze when I first said it, a childish game that they would neither support nor scold me for; alas, although I was not scolded, I was encouraged to get over that faze. Friendship groups, clubs, games and playgroups were thrown onto me three, four, five times a week. However, they became more and more concerned as I refused to respond to any of the subliminal messages behind it, that even though they suggested that these clubs were nothing more than something to give me a little extra learning or something to do at home, the message was clear. They wanted me to have friends who could walk, talk (in gibberish, of course since most of the children there were very slow in their speech and we were meant to be able to understand what they were saying, according to the idiotic mothers who cooed over a baby's first word, which most likely is an intelligible babble), and breathe. The
Things that go bump in the nightSitting in my room,As darkness creeps.Shadows slither.My fears increase,As a noise comes forth!A bump in the night,The wood creeks,As my closet door sneaks.My nerves are raw,As I see him.The blackness flows freely,Like smoke, throughout my room.As the man, the monster,Comes for me.He comes to steal me.I cannot scream!I cannot breath.I am frozen with fear.He comes closer,The smokes getting thicker.I know I must run,I know I must scream,I know I must do something.Something to get him away!He is only feet away now.His eyes are like fire!They burn my skin!I feel his hot breath on my face,It smells like rancid death.My fear is turning.As my courage builds,My fear turns to anger!How dare HE try to steal me!How dare HE try to capture my soul!He is nothing but my creation!As the smoke surrounds us,I let my anger loose!I let all my anger out into a loud,Pissed off,Shrill, scream!My eyes closed,My anger gone.I shiver,My skin has Goosebumps.I am breathi
Beside The TideBeside The TideBy: Doug GealyBeside the tideI stand alone, and wither.The struggle within provides,Crumbles, and dissolves.As a hyper wave shall surely crash,So to shall a single shell be berried.Below the grains of sand that lay as many.I stand aside.Sturdy without,I stand, alone.To be,I am.For, we are not the same.Teeth shivering colds,Mind numbing burns,Colliding gleams of surrendered dreams,The separation of a single image,Sprayed upon the beach, as shattered glass.Beside the tideThere is no glory.There is only:Jagged,Rugged,Shards.Divided reflections display:A bright, yet silent storyStir the truth and shimmer.Observe.A fleeting thought now simmers.Before water boils,Watch the steam rise.Wisdom is welded.Fused by the freezing flames, of a passing sun.Illuminated darkness shedding light, once the day is done.Dawn is dusks one true love.Their pain is great, for they will always be apart.When they separate, I can see their hearts beating,Throbbi
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