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A Doll's Nightmare My painted blue eyes, lined with rows of synthetic eyelashes, knowingly stare out at the crowd. My full, pink lips are frozen into a sickening smile that reveals my pearly white teeth. My plastic body is arranged into an appealing and inviting pose, which is flattered by my tiny, floral, custom-made dress. Every strand of my blonde hair is neatly and perfectly styled. In whole, I am the ideal image of a doll, an idealistic human. I used to take pride in my enticing and flawless appearance and demeanor, but I know better now, that there are thousands of exact replicas of me. Here, sitting on this shelf, we are all competing for the attention we crave.
It's nearly impossible to stand out among an army entirely compiled of copies of yourself. Side by side, we all try our best to smile a litter wider, to glow a littler brighter. Children with wide eyes and gaped-toothed smiles will gape while we each try to yell, "Pick me!" as if they could hear us
SacrificeThe blood trickling down my chest
Is the same blood dripping from the bullet on the ground.
The heart that was punctured
Is the same heart still beating for you.
The world that is so stained and bloodied
Is the same world that you live in.
I will protect you
With, regrettably, the only life that I have.
WhispersThey echo off the walls,
Resounding in my head,
Haunting my thoughts,
And tearing my dreams apart.
The point out my faults and failures,
Making apparent my flaws.
I'm immersed in a sea of hatred,
And an abyss full of glares.
Misery casts its shadow across the room,
Refusing to refrain its lurking.
It is nourished by the pure disgust,
And utter hatred.
It resides here
By my side.
Soon, my heart swells,
But not with eternal love,
But with hatred.
The whispers cease,
And they transform into screams.
The blood is pounding between my ears,
And I let out a piercing scream
That shatters the rest.
Words hurt me no longer,
I return the glares with a grin,
For when I turn
Love ArrowA dove bursts forth from its cage
As a thousand flowers emerge from the ground.
The sky breaks into dawn
I watch hues of pink and red
Seep through the black of night.
A thousand bells resound throughout the world,
Their song carried by the wind,
Bounding to every corner of the earth,
Two hearts are burning red,
Kindled beneath me on a hearth
Emanating a tenderness
That I only know too well.
I shoot my arrow,
And the world seems to stop
For just one moment.
My vision clouds,
And a single raindrop falls
Amidst the beautiful scene.
Piano StoryIvory keys
Tell a story.
Is connected and compiled.
And let my feelings rush out through my fingertips.
Timid notes sing out,
At first soft,
A mere whisper echoing throughout the universe.
I play carefully, cautiously
The world starts to sway with the gentle melody.
I hit a sour chord
Everything has stopped.
I feel the sweat drip down my neck
And my fear well up inside of me.
And set my shaking hands down once more
Upon the ivory and ebony keys
I take the risk
Of jumping so far
That I may never return.
I begin to play.
Begins to flow
As I leave my fears behind
And run towards the sun instead.
The music resounds throughout my body,
I feel the vibrations empowering my hands,
My soul quivers as the music takes over.
I play more boldly, and embrace every emotion
Pounding through my head.
The sound waves electrify my bones
And my hands melt into the keys.
The music flows h
A Photographic Dream The faded black and white photograph sits idly on the vanity. My exact likeness stares out at me from within the flowered frame. We stare at each other, admiring the intricate feature we share. She seems to understand how lucky I was to inherit such beauty from her, the ideal embodiment of femininity. A sort of arrogance glints in her eyes; her plump lips seem to smirk. Her creamy, alabaster skin glows with confident. She is aloof, to say the least. I know everything about this woman, my grandmother, as well as myself, by this photograph. I am the spitting image of her. I know that I am much more than my sorry excuse of a mother. I know that there is more to me than her. Because of my grandmother, I know that I come from more than a disrespected, cheap drunk. This photograph of my grandmother shows me everything that I could ever be.
One day, I know I will leave this place I am forced to call home. I will abandon the lower-class without a second-glance the f
Story Time.The face of evil,
Once a god frozen in the ice,
Whose sanity melts remembering touch,
Is a drop of fire on the rise,
Its soaring hopes
Tied with black ribbons to an electric chair.
Lament, bleeding roses,
Bite your tongue till it bleeds.
In the silent midnight,
A tear sings a water's lullaby,
An Underwater fire walk in the labyrinth submerges the ivory heart.
Praying for spring:
The cycle of love and solitude.
Rescue is possible,
We need an instant repair.
Until then, I'll be missing you.
The Flower Who Ran A quiet and serene awakening happened all at once. One moment, my world was desolate and empty; the next, my world was transformed into a bright and vast landscape. Waves of the feeling of joy seemed to radiate from the earth. I had come so far from being all alone to being surrounded by solace and others just like me.
This world, however ideal it seemed to be, did not revolve around me. This place wasn't created or staged for me-I discovered that one day.
As my kin and I were contently swaying in the gentle summer breeze, a silhouette of a foreign being was seen coming over the horizon. As it approached, so foreign in the way it moved, I wondered why it couldn't just reside as I in the grassy meadow. Yet, it bounded around my whole world as if it was normal. It couldn't be, though, since I haven't moved from this spot my entire life.
How strange it was while in motion. It just couldn't sit still, even to bask in the sun. But, I was surp
A Life for a Death My eyes flutter open. It's dark all around me. It seems like the black abyss goes on forever. Upon realizing that I was lying on my back, I slowly pulled myself up off the black ground. The only thing I can see is a faint light flickering a ways ahead of me. As my mind clears, I remember what I was doing here. I slowly make my way to the light, it's intensity increasing with every step I take.
My shoes clank across the hard floor. The fact that the sound didn't have an echo was creepy, suggesting that this place truly did go on forever. I take them off and cast them aside. I won't need them anymore, anyway.
Finally, after what seems like eternity,
We are AssassinsNo matter how much blood we spill
No matter how many graves we fill
Forever we are meant to fight
We work in the dark, to serve the light
White.They took my blood in gallons; every last drop.
Filled my veins with memories; who knew I could survive on them.
These moments are pulsing through me, flashes taking over.
Even when my eyes are closed, they are lucid as can be.
I wonder what they needed my blood for, why the sudden exchange?
The memories are fading away now, I see blood in my eyes.
I think I'm dying…that would explain the cold.
I hear something exquisite, it's calling out my name.
This feels like home, i've been here before.
The memories are gone, theres nothing anymore.
Pure white, pure white…goodbye.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Super Chapter 2Chapter 2
When Carter woke up, he swore to himself that he was hallucinating and that he imagined seeing everything in his room floating then falling when he got a weird feeling in his stomach. He just imagined the noise they made when they hit the ground.
He rolled himself onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up. He stepped out of bed and then pulled on a shirt and went downstairs. His sisters had beaten him to the dinning room table. The second he sat down at a chair, a maid came up and placed a bowl of fruit loops in front of him. She turned and tried to escape but Carter was not having any of that this morning.
"Excuse me, but I specifically ordered that I get Count Chocula every Tuesday morning. Not these... fruited...circles." He gestured to the bowl as if it was a pile of shit. The maid quickly removed it from the table and scurried back to the kitchen as fast as possible.
"So what was up with all that noise you were making in your room last nig
JanuaryThe notebook of
on my desk
is meant for
as I have left this
for you to find.
In my room
of 2am light
and a small plant
by the window
that I water
Now about you,
the way a future
we are going to live
the way I've always
Super Chapter 3Chapter 3
*2 Months Later*
Jynx Stricks Again! Arabian White Diamond Mask Gone!
The Arabian White Diamond Mask was carved out of the purest and most dazzling diamonds ever to be found in the world. It was found in a palace ruin in the Sayaf desert that had been buried in the sand.
It was originally a gift from King Al' Baline Malyke to a court dancer.
Late last night, a security guard was doing his rounds when he noticed that the mask was no longer shining in the low lighting. He investigated only to see that one of the infamous superpowered anti-hero Jynx's mask was in it's place.
Jynx was mistaken as a gravity manipulating thief in the beginning until the goverment comfirmed that Jynx was offered a place on a premier super team but the offer was rejected. Inside sources claim that the message Jynx gave back was , "You truly have nothing that benefits my well being so I'm simply not interested...". This message comfirmed the theor
This girlI am the girl who leaves all the lights on at night,because I am scared of the dark.
I am the girl who cries when left alone
And doesnt have a home
I have been hurt by trusting too much
So I keep my distance
But still I never learn
No, I never learn
I shroud myself in a rainbow cloak,
Because thats who I am
In the kalaidoscope of colors, no one can see my tears
Only the strangers,
Never my friends,
Not even the ones I left
I cry in class because of a girl,
A selfish bitter girl
Because I never learn
No I never learn
You think the same happened to you
That a troll disguised as a friend
And you let her in
But you are the one who overreacted
When you cut her down
She cut you back
And you blame her for it
And unlike me, you stayed down
Not because it was worse
It's because you are weak
You wanted attention
You cannot blame her for your faults.
When the travelling bard, your ex-best friend,
Sang my story on the street
You assumed it was about her and you
Because thats the kind of person
Super Chapter 4Chapter 4
That was the only thought that could cross my mind. The day had started like any other weekend. Marissa waking me up, me going downstairs to eat breakfast and then when I was finished, going over to Hunter's apartment to drag the lazy butt out of bed.
Maybe there was the occasional switch into "T" the time traveler to get there faster. Afterall I couldn't exactly grab the motorcycle T was now being known for without raising suspicion.
I had switched into T to get to Hunter's place faster.
Of course I wasn't prepared to have fireballs thrown at me.
Main street was alive with flames and screaming pedestrians as they bolted from the sidewalks and onto the streets where people were attempting to turn around their cars to get away from the chaos that was unfolding.
I had swerved and turned the bike to face the source of the flames. Hovering above the ground by at least 4 stories, a young guy with a literal aura of fire. Not to
Dark Star RisingMy youth was all about evolution.
Transition a novelty
in a world that never stopped turning.
The sun always rose from the east.
Eternally disappearing into the western horizon
in an unending cycle.
The night was spilled ink.
A nebulous backdrop for luminous stars
and a moon in constant metamorphosis.
Dawn would tip-toe over the horizon
chasing away misty clouds of sleep
and a new day would begin.
Growing up in a world of diversity was never boring.
Life shifted and swayed with the seasons,
revolving and mutating at a sometimes frightening speed.
Knowledge and confidence came with age.
Always reaching beyond boundaries into the shadowy unknown,
with a compass as my guide.
I wanted to sprout horns
and become the devil-
To keep the dark stars rising
and stay inside the night.
I wanted to sprout wings
and hold the sun in place-
To keep the daylight forever
and still the hands of time.
ScatteredSunflowers and peace signs.
Cigarettes and spill stains.
Umbilical chords and eulogies.
Running from self.
Running out of time.
Running into eternity.
Falling into darkness.
Falling in love.
Falling out of life.
Sunrises wed with sunsets.
Day making love to night.
Forever, never's mistress.
Broken glass and promises.
Cuts and contusions.
Dreams and stupor.
Seeing the us in others.
Feeling others in ourselves.
Looking through the hour glass.
Finding the universe within.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
CupidSo many times up here
I've cast my arrow down
Upon the hearts of the lonely
So that they may find love.
Eyes, brimmed with tears,
Find each other in the crowd,
Their throbbing red hearts
Scream with desire.
The whole world disappears
As they are taken over by
A glow emanates from their intertwined hands
And their helpless souls drown in each other's embrace.
Their hearts inflamed
And their eyes misty,
They are cloaked and held in the very light of Heaven.
Indifferent to all the perils of the world,
For the fire cannot touch them now.
For even if it does,
They shall hold each other
In an eternal embrace,
Their love conquering all.
But, if love conquers all,
Then why am I so powerless?
Why must I be so close to love,
Only to have it dangle just out of reach?
I shall never know the warmth,
Which inflames the heart,
Blinding it from all other outside forces.
If only I was blind,
So I didn't have to bear
Seeing one more happy
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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