Are you even listening?Surrounded by friendsAre you even listening? by Artlover435
I still feel alone
I listen to their grief, their happiness, and heartbreak
I see their smiles when they talk about their life
Surrounded by friends
I still try to speak
But no one seems to listen to me
They offer a fake smile or a mild worried expression
But as soon as i speak my problems
they change the subject to their own
Friends listen to friends right?
Or is just the same quiet, supposedly emotionless friend
who listens to everyone else's problems and is expected to solve it?
When this quiet and emotionless friend speaks of their problem though
No one is listening to them
Everyone thinks their invincible
That their emotionless and have no problems building up in their own life
Soon I begin to ask,
"Are you even listening to my cries?
To my fears, my dreams, my love, my heartbreak? Do you even care?"
"I am listening! But did you know that I'm dating this person? And I want to be this when i grow up? Or my worst fear is this? God you're so self-centered."
When i was your age...When i was your age i wasn't addicted to the indoors and electronics. I was addicted to the warm breeze outside and the sun shining on me while i made my own toys out of sticks and my imagination.When i was your age... by Artlover435
When i was your age there so wasn't so much violence. There was hardly any school shootings and it was safe to walk out in your neighborhood without the fear of getting kidnapped or shot.
When i was your age, kids took their punishments that their parents dished out just to prove they could take it instead of throwing a temper tantrum to prove they didn't have to take the punishment. They respected their elders and didn't talk back or be a smart ass.
When i was your age, it wasn't cool to do drugs or drink or even smoke. It was cool to be traditional and wait to have sex until you were married.
When i was your age, we didn't bully as often and their wasn't so many suicides. The schools actually had home made cooking which was healthier and the cooks cared. We actually had teachers who cared,
UnquestionableOther people question my sanityUnquestionable by Artlover435
My teachers question my smarts and stupidy
My friends question our friendship
My family questions my trust and love
My parents question my life
I question other people's respect
But without a doubt
Its unquestionable about my love to help people
My passion to create and learn
My love in myths and fanasties
My weirdness and my friends' weirdness
Or me being myself
Never question being youself
Crimson Kiss: Chapter 1
I was hungry. Ravenous. As if having a mind of its own, my long tongue licked the top of my lip. My hands reached out for the packet of blood. Just a few more steps and I can reach it, I thought. I would be able to sate the burning desire, my blood lust that ripped my throat with thirst like flames. It looked delicious, brighter than crimson, tempting and waiting patiently tongue to lap the liquid contents like a bloodthirsty dog.
"Just a few more steps ..." I murmured.
Go on. Take the packet; you know you want it.
"Yes. I must drink."
All you need to do is reach out your hand.
"I can reach it."
Drink it. Become the child of the darkness.
"Darkness ... wait what?" I hesitated confused.
I snapped my hand back and froze. "No! I don't want that ... I don't want this!"
"No!" My once crimson eyes dissolved to their usual human blue.
If you don't you will become weaker!
"I can't! It's not right!" I answered through my teeth, hands