Night-Time.

Lying in bed, I wait for the creatures of the concrete jungle outside to roam, I wait for the sound of the clockwork to start into motion. Tick, Tock, the sound of heels on the pavement as lionesses strut to the hunting ground, keen to find a mate. The baboons, howling insults at them with ape-like movements, toying with everything in sight, while the praying mantis, the complete opposite, waits in the shifting shadows for any prey that strays too close. All f them susceptible to the Mosquito above, hovering with wings like scissors, slicing through the veil of darkness and bringing it crashing down on those below. The smoky smell of the baboons below permeates my nostrils, trying to constrict my being with it's intoxicating tendrils. My bed, with it's sleepy smell protects me from the dangers outside. The large, white sheet, covering up the sounds as i hide, enveloped in it's soft, white tundra. My pillow, hiding my face from the glare of those outside, those waiting for some sign to enter.
My bed, my fortress of night-time, protecting me 'til dawn.

A bit about me.

This isn't going to start like one of my normal ones, and i know from the title it can't end like one, but i can't guarantee some parts of it won't be similar.
now, sat here with my dog on my lap, I've decided to tell you all a bit about me, some of it you probably already know, and some of it you probably don't, but oh well, just keep reading.
Anyway...
My Name is Sam John George, call me either, but don't say them at the same time. I will kill you. xD
I'm 15 and my birthday is 361 days after Christmas. work it out.
Most of the time I'm quiet, but if i don't feel as if something is right, i Will say/do something about it.
A lot of my life I've been bullied, I've only once sunk to physical violence as a result, sending the antagoniser to hospital as a result of a fractured rib. I will stick up for my friends in times of need, but if they betray me, i will never make an effort for them again.
About 4 years ago i went to a terrible school, i hated life, i tried to hang myself, the only thing that stopped me kicking the stool from beneath me was the thought of what meant the most to me in all the world, my friends.
My Friends, they became my saviours.
I'm satisfied with my life, despite all the bad things that've happened to me.
i think i'm done now.

Tormented

You're nearly always in 'a bad mood',
it's so often anyone might think it's that time of the month.
apart from the fact you're a boy.
Even in a good mood you seem to treat me un-equally,
would you like it if the roles were reversed?
If i told you i was close to punching you for asking a question,
how would you feel?

Next time try to think,
just imagine how i'd feel.
Tormented by a friend.

Reality

You think you can try to worm your way back into my life?
Pushing through with your slimy words,
you have no idea, you don't get it?
You're nothing, why do you keep trying?
everything i've wanted to say is bursting free,
pushing you away with a cry of cheer.
The fact is, you pushed me away.
Now it's my turn.
Face it, it's Reality.

Friendship.

Why is it that i feel as if i could disappear,

When there's something that keeps me from fading away.

Something that won't let go when i try,

If i untie these imprisoning restraints I'll hurt others.

These eternal shackles.

These Friendships.

Hurtful.

You seem to hate me, you talk right over me when i'm speaking, you don't care what i say.

It's as if you're always the bringer of bad news, and you can't care about that either.

However much i look your way, i never catch your eye.

have i not always taken care of you when others only take interest in some of the things you say?

My Television.

Not sure if this is as good as the last two, i'm not very self confident. :S

you did seem to like 'Denial' though. ;D

Denial.

Every time we talk, you say nothing.
Every time we get close, your face clouds over.
If i try to break that barrier of yours, i bleed.
You only show me what i want to see.
I'm deep in denial of you, And you show that too.

My Mirror.



Dunno if it's as good as the last one. :/
hope you enjoyed it! ;)

Perfection.

'Every Little piece of you is perfect, every crumb, everything about you is perfect.
You're so sweet, but at the same time, oh-so cold.
You don't feel me, nibbling on you, biting into you.

My Ice Cream.'




xD
Just thought i'd do a cheerier one since my last two were a little sincere.
I've also decided that i'll do one a day, it'll either be one like this, or one like the others.
Thanks for reading! ;D

Alone.

As I'm sat here, Typing, it appears to me as if life is insignificant in the grand scale of things.
I often think about how small I am, how small everyone is, compared to a single island, how microscopic we are to the planet, But how we can do something so bad.
Then I realise, that small thing, however big it may seem at the moment, is still, so small, thousands and thousands of millions of years have passed since everything started, everything we do is so pointless, so minuscule in the flow of time itself.
Why are we even here? What are we meant to do? What have we done? I ponder all these questions as i sit here.
I have plenty of time, Alone.

Desperate.

Sometimes, when i'm so unhappy, when i can stand it no more, when it looks as though there's nothing to lose, I think of you.
I Wish to be by your side, i Wish with all my soul, that you would be there, there to comfort me, there to remove the pain from inside of me.
As i write this, i Open my heart to you, and pray you don't rip it in half, as a crab needs it's shell, i need to be in your arms, exchanging hopes... desires... Wishes.
I Long to be free from the ropes that tug at my soul, pulling it from my chest, removing the real me.

I'm Desperate.