'Absolutely Nothing' by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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'Absolutely Nothing'
She said she wanted to be a writer
Because that’s what made her happy
But the other kids ridiculed her
For having such strange ideas
So she decided to lock her ideas away for a while
Lock away the princes and princesses
The fairies and far away kingdoms
So she could grow up a little
And then maybe they’d accept her
Because that’s all she really wanted.
She said she wanted to be a writer
Because it helped take away the pain
Growing up wasn’t what she expected
And it ripped down her defenses
Before she even had a chance to fight back
And so she left her old ideas where they were
And wrote about death instead
About a
Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones
If there was one thing she hated most, it was her inability to write what she really wanted. It didn’t matter what brilliant idea filtered through her mind, and it certainly didn’t matter if she had the time or energy. The simple fact was that there was something standing in between her and the one thing she loved most.
It was the fear of failing.
She knew it was the one thing that could make or break her. Everything she lived for was just a small collection of ideas and words and ink blots and moments of pure bliss and moments of heart shattering sorrow and above all it was everything she could never be. She could never be the
Hunger Games Preview: Volumnia by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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Hunger Games Preview: Volumnia
My name is Volumnia Nightrail. I am the female District 1 Tribute in the 45th Hunger Games. I am fifteen years old, and I came here to die.
Volumnia Nightrail was raised as one of the best in District 1. With a powerful father and a mother with a direct link to the Capitol, everyone had assumed she would take her place as the District Tribute when she turned eighteen. They expected her to win. But when things take a dangerous turn at District 1’s reaping, Volumnia finds herself thrown into the Games at only fifteen.
“Volumnia Nightrail!” The Capitol representative called, sending the female side into a frenzy.
“I v
Letter From an OC: Annoying Yet Lovable by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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Letter From an OC: Annoying Yet Lovable
Dear Creator,
Hey kid, it’s me, Robert. Ya know, your Conscious? I’m sure you couldn’t forget me, considering that I’m like Jiminy freakin’ Cricket except for the fact that I’m human and extremely good looking. Heh, I’m sure I’m the last person you want to hear from right now, but I think it’s about time you actually listened to me for once. You’re supposed to follow my advice, you know. I’m your Conscious, it’s what I do.
Anyway, enough with my fantastic sense of humor, let’s move on to why I’m really writing you this letter. I know you’v
I don’t fit the stereotypes. I don’t think I ever have.
And maybe that’s why they don’t believe me. Maybe that’s why they don’t believe I’m that girl. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a different hair color each week. Maybe it’s because I don’t listen to screamo music and wear gobs of make up on my face. Maybe it’s because I actually care about my grades, and manage to maintain a 4.5 GPA.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have scars on my wrists or cuts on my legs to so "proudly" display like half of these girls do. Just because I don’t harm myse
As The Poison Sets In by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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As The Poison Sets In
“Pick your poison”
They sing to me with their
Siren voices and their
Pretty words
“Pick your poison”
They demand
Growing impatient with my
Lack of words
“Pick my poison”
I echo, my voice
weak and hollow
“How can I pick if I
Don’t know my
Choices?”
“War” they murmur
“War?” I laugh,
“War is the poison
That will stop my heart
In its tracks
But leave the organ pounding
War is the poison
That will feed on my inner most desires
On my greed and my
Thirst for power
And forbid me from the
Peaceful embrace of sleep
As nightmares of splattered blood
And f
My demons are
Playing games with me
And not the
Kid games that I
Can remember loving
But the dark ones that
Only they find fun
And the ones that are
Ripping me to pieces
And
Destroying any chance I
Have at being happy
Or anything but
Insane and
Teetering on the edge of
Starvation and
Self mutilation
And god I can't wait for the day
Until they finally
Push me over.
Because I'd rather
Suffer through that then
Just be a pawn in their
Nightmare-ish games.
There's Strength In Madness by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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There's Strength In Madness
If it’s victory you’re bargaining for it’s
Misery that you’re
Going to get
Because you see, my darling
I’ve never been one to
go down so easily.
And if it's sanity you think you're
so valiantly fighting for
you're in for quite a surprise
when you realize that
this fool-hearted dream of yours
will be destroyed by your own Reality.
And i think it's so cute that you believe
that you have me all figured out
but really, truly
you've been mistaken, as
Sanity means nothing to me
when Madness is where i truly belong.
If Madness is where you belong, then truly
you must be a
lost cause already,
but don't you worry
There Are Monsters Inside of Me by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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There Are Monsters Inside of Me
My name is Brianna
There's a monster inside of me.
He like to tell me I'm fat
That I'm ugly, unworthy
of living the life that I have
I'm not beautiful enough
not pretty enough
not talented enough
not smart enough
to be loved.
He likes to watch me suffer;
watch me drown in my misery
suffocate in my anxiety
and
more than anything
he likes to make me hate myself.
He likes to tell me that
people are watching me
and judging me
"You're annoying, stop talking."
"Don't speak up, you'll regret it."
"You're an idiot."
"a stupid dreamer."
He reminds me that I want to be
everything that i could never
possibly be.
"I'll never make it in this life" I agree
A Letter To My Younger Self by XxXBuri-ChanXxX, literature
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A Letter To My Younger Self
Dear Adolescent Me;
I thought I'd just
Let you know that
growing up
isn't all it's
cracked up to be.
There will be
Late nights,
Lost friends,
and for you
A shattered
self confidence.
so cherish the
fact that you're a
Social Butterfly
and
Fly on the
wings of your
Dreams
Before you feel like
Your future
Is a blur of
Colors,
Like standing
In-between rows of
Speeding cars;
Trust me
When I say that
You don't know
True sadness
Until you're
Completely
Alone.
And just
Try to
breathe easy
for a while
because there will
come a time
when you're
breathless
and you're
suffocating
in your own
mental instability