Theme #82: Can you hear me?My screams are silentTheme #82: Can you hear me? by NextBestseller1
My heart is torn
but nobody is listening
to my cries and mourn
So I work up a smile,
and plaster it to my face
I fake a laugh, pretending
to care what you say
but the signs are still there
in my actions and my speech
The subtle hints are dropped
for you to seek
Can you hear me?
I don't think you can
Part of me is gone
Don't you understand?
SnowflakesEvery one is different,Snowflakes by NextBestseller1
yet every one is the same
They all have beautiful crystal-like patterns
each unique in its own way.
As they fly by, Their simplicity deceives
The naked eye and all it perceives
One cannot truly marvel them at a glance
Just as one can't admire a painting from a look askance.
Each one is different but the same
And one must look closer
To see the beauty that lies further down
In an organized disarray.
The true beauty lies in the patterns
so intricate and unique to each,
Look closely, before it melts away
For these people won't stay long, just like Snowflakes.
Set Me FreeLet me outSet Me Free by NextBestseller1
Set me free
Lift these bars
That are imprisoning me
Perfection is what they expect
And is the one thing I can't achieve
Conformity is a must
and doesn't allow me to be me
Everything and every person
Isn't what it seems
What is this place we have created?
What is reality?
Imperfection: Chapter 6, part 1Chapter 6Imperfection: Chapter 6, part 1 by NextBestseller1
The man that stood at my door was tall and broad-shouldered and his shadow was cast directly over me by the streetlamp outside. His squad car was parked crookedly in the driveway, and as a cold breeze entered the house a deep chill set in my bones, raising the little hairs all over my body. My instincts were screaming at me that something was wrong with this picture, terribly wrong. In my primal state of being, I ran.
But I was not fast enough. I had barely turned around before I was knocked to the floor and was being dragged out of my house by my ankles with fresh tears streaming down my face. My hands flailed for something to grab onto, but there was nothing within my reach so I dug my nails into the hardwood floor. A blood-curdling scream pierced the air and good Lord did I wish that it would stop. It seemed an eternity passed during my struggle before I realized that the scream was coming from my lips. I snapped my jaw shut and I wrapped my arms
Purge Everyone was waiting for Eve. The villagers would all be sitting in rows. Every single person—man, woman, and child—would be merely sitting. A cough would probably sound like a clap of thunder. Of all the things that should frighten her, she chose to dwell on the silence that would meet her.Purge by IcyColdDP
Her mother wove Eve’s hair as though one wrong touch would break the threads. Her hands did not shake. She did not speak. There were no mirrors to watch her mother’s progress, so Eve merely stared off into space. Her dress was the color of a night lacking stars, contrasting greatly against her flesh. The dress should’ve been grand for such an occasion. There should’ve been a buzz of conversation outside the tent. Maybe there would’ve been music, and afterwards everyone would’ve danced to celebrate.
“Remember to do as you’re told,” her mother said.