Urpoetfreak

The car jutted back and forth, the tires spinning as the vehicle began to pick up speed. The driver, a middle-aged man who still had the heart of a twenty year old, took a swig of beer. His lips puckered as he set the can back down, staring over to the passenger's seat. Another man sat there. His hat tilted slightly as he stared into the rear-view mirror, watching the cars that followed. The driver, who's name so happened to be Jason, reached over as he grabbed a lighter from the middle console, his hand quickly grasping the radio's volume. The sound grew loud and Ciara, the only girl within the car, moved uneasily in the back seat. Her daint

The party music was blaring, the strobe lights flashing. People danced together, their bodies hot and sweaty with friction. In the corner, near a keg, there were numerous guys laughing before taking large chugs of alcohol. They tossed the plastic cups aside without care when they had finished and began to laugh harder. Their eyes red, their hair strewn across their heads. Katie danced with her friends, shaking her tiny ass. There was soft giggles and they accidentally tripped together. All of them had been drinking since the party had begun, it was the fashionable thing to do. Katie was sweaty so she stepped aside, the plastic cup of drink s

Kassie took a seat on the leather couch that was so large in her small living room. With a sigh she brought the glass of cold soda to her lips, a long sip slipping down her throat. She looked at the table slowly, knowing she had to bend forward to set her glass down. With a grunt she lurched forward, listening to the click as the glass hit the wooden table. She let her body fall back into the cushions, the couch squeaking with her sudden movement. Green eyes concentrated on the water droplets that were falling down the large mug. They made a ring on the table but she wasn't up to cleaning it now. Any ways, it was only water. So she placed he

Her lips were sealed, as if they could not part, in fear of ripping. Her skin was dry from the air around her, cracking her flesh. The smile was erased from her face and an emotionless woman walked through the barren wasteland. She was alone which was to be expected. That was how she preferred it, to be in her own solitude, the own insanity of her mind. Before her was a towering mountain, it stood against the velvet black of night. The stars distant but brilliant in their own ways. She saw this, it reflected in her pale silver eyes but she did not enjoy it. There wasn't much the vampire enjoyed; except death perhaps. Her spider-like fingers

In the back of my mind, I hear your voice. Reminding me of those times we had together. I think of how I would rest my head on your chest and listen to your heart beat. Or how we would giggle so hard my muscles would ache. I recall the first date and how you held my hand so softly. And when our lips first met, how my heart leapt. I thought for sure you were the one, who would keep me forever. When I am alone, in the back of my mind, I wonder, do you think of me? Do you think of when I was afraid at night, you would rub my temple until I slept. Or how you would give me piggy back rides across the field. Do you recall when

Somber eyes stare helplessly out the bus window, laughter echoing behind her as trash and random objects are thrown at her head. She tries to block it out, drone their nasty remarks from her mind. She knows she can't forever , she can feel it building up. At home it is no better, she is alone. The dark house moans and mocks her. Tears fall from her blue eyes, she takes no time to wipe them away. She is intent on her art, the carving of the knife into her flesh, the words that scar her, "I an worthless." Freedom claws at her as she ties the rope, blood tripping a trail to her death. For a moment, with the rope around her neck,

His hand burns across her face as she yelps in pain. With a single glimpse within his eyes she sees his rage and insanity. His voice pounds around her telling her how worthless she is to him. She blocks another hit to her head and his anger swells. When he is satisfied with the beating, he grabs his beer and walks away. Leaving her to cry on the cold kitchen floor, with blood seeping into her clothes. This has become routine to her, she knows each night it will come. She remembers before he drank, how gentle he was to her. But now she's almost forgotten so as she lays tired and destroyed She cries to herself, "Why, daddy, w

A mirror can tell a thousand tales, some good and some bad. But when I look in the mirror all I see is the reason you left me. I see a faceless image of a broken girl wondering why and repeating it's her fault. You know, I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you, and at night I hope my dreams bring you close to me. But every morning I awake to see the same thing in the mirror. And it makes me stop and think about when we were together, our laughter still playing in my mind. Your gentle carress still tingling trails on my skin, your breath on the hairs of my neck as if you still stood near me. I know now that you moved on w