SilentMalevolence

Oh, the life of the kindly snowman. All shapes and sizes, These snowmen come. Some are too round, Some too thin, Some are threadbare, And some are ornamented like a tree. Some have caps, Some have sweaters, A carrot for a nose. Coal for eyes. But each kindly snowman, Be he relished in Or easily forgotten, Stands day by dad, Without complaint. They have a mission, These kindly figures, To bring people joy In a time of cold. These snowmen stand, poor souls, Watching over bundled kids And adults alike, As they play together in the pale light Of winter days, Or cuddle together before a fire On the brisk of winter nigh

Sunshine beats upon bare flesh, water lapping lazily at the shore. A lady lay stretched out like a cat, sipping lightly from her drink, Promising herself one more hour. An hour more to nap, An hour more to laze, An hour more to simply lay, Closing her eyes against the sun's harsh haze. An hour more of this lazy pleasure. The kind that comes with contentment in tow. No need to rush, she told herself, She only needed an hour more.

“Everything is pointing to yes. It has to be true. The signs couldn’t lie to me, could they? I know what I saw, but what if I’m wrong? I can’t give up. I won’t give up! I must keep searching. I must search for the truth. But it can’t be. Would the signs lie? They couldn’t. I can feel it. I can feel him. I know he’s still out there. I know he’s still alive.” These are the things that became normal for me to whisper to myself during the many nights that we were apart. By we, I mean my fiancée’. I saw him die for me, but when I lay in bed at night, staring up at the roof of our

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. These words form a chant in my head, and each time I slide the blade across my flesh the words run through again. You made me do this. You caused this. One cut for every dirty look, every lie you told me, and every undeserved punishment I recieved. One cut for each time you told me you loved me, because I know now you were lying. I may not be smart, but I'm not stupid either. Every word out of your mouth is a lie. You disgust me. The blood wells under the blade as I run it up my arm. I've tried before, slice horizontally. That's just for attention. I don't want attention now. Not anymore. I want you to

I'll make you love me if it's the last thing I do. -If- Hah, a joke. It will be the last thing I do. I'll make you love me, make you glad to have me, just before I make you suffer. I'll make you happy I'm around, then I'll finally be able to drown myself in my crimson regrets of life. You took everything from me. One careless mistake, and you selfishly turned me away. You said you love me. All lies. You must hate me, but I'll make you love me. I'll make you proud to have me, glad that I'm here with you. Then you'll see who I really am. When your guard is down, when you are madly in love, I'll open your eyes, it will burn, and you will suff

You hate me. You don't want me around. Did you ever? Or was that just a lie as well? The screaming in my head has settled to a dull roar as I slide the knife through flesh. You hate me. The words become a chant in my head. The blood flows down my hands, and as I fade my hatred for you grows stronger. I close my eyes, and embrace the fate I have dealt myself. My final though is a simple one. If you could drive me to this, how could you ever say you love me?

You know the funny thing about this is that by the time you finish reading it you'll finally relize that it said absolutely nothing relating to anything and it was a waste of precious time, even if it only took you a few seconds to read. You have all given me a few seconds of your life, and you will never get them back. Muahaha.

The dew soaked grass is cold on my bare skin. The grass bends beneath my body weight. The blood has stained my face, hair, and the grass around me. I can feel the blood slowly seeping from me, from the wounds left all over my body. I can feel my time is coming. Death shrowds my eyes with darkened fears. Thoughts of heaven, hell, and life fill my head. My life, My death, My fear and dreams flash before me. My fear has overcome me, why must I be alone? Alone to feel my death? Alone to my sorrows. No friends by my side, no family to sooth the unending pain. I only wish I could have said goodbye. If I only had another day. So many que

A ring on the phone, my best friend with great news. There's a pool party this night, and everyone will be there. The normal begging to my mother and father, and the normal warnings "Don't drink, don't smoke" I agree like always, and throw on my string bikini under my halter and skirt, and wait on the couch for my friend to pick me up. Her car pulls up, I wave bye to my folks and hop in. If I had only known, had a way of knowing. We get to the party, everybody's there. Boos and smokes for everyone, I turn it down, not because I promised, I just don't want any. Stripped down to my bikini with some friends and we headed for the poo