Poetic-Fox

Home "Hey…you think you can pick me up right now and take me back over there?" "Yeah. Why? Is there something wrong?" "I'll tell you when you get here okay?" "Yeah. I'll be there in ten minutes. Bye" ~click~ I stare at my phone and let out a long sigh. Shoving in my pocket, I looked around in the room. Memories flood my mind, but it was already too late. Her mom sat on the sofa with tears in her eyes and pain runs through my body as I watch each tear fall. In the other room, sat down someone dear to me. Someone I hurt and left alone. While waiting, I sat down on the couch away from the tearful mother. We talked a bit. "Is someone

38. Obsessed "Morning Cecil! Ready for class?" a voice yelled from behind me. I turned around to find my old friend Karen waving her hand while running closer. I waited for her to catch up to me. We did our usual hug before walking side to side into the school grounds. "So how are you Cecil?" she asked me with a happy smile. I gave her a  grunt. "This random persons been sending me messages saying 'I love you' over and over again." I said showing my phone to her."It's a private number too. When I checked my e-mail earlier, it was the same thing too! Almost maxed out my inbox!" I added with a irritated sigh. "Whoa. It looks like someone is

64. Broken The deepness of my heart calls out for you. The beat, the pulse, the heat of each push. My brain thinks of no other as you knew. But you stand there looking away from me. I sit there watching it in pain. As you ignore my feelings, my pleas. Closer and closer I move. Wanting the heat from your body. I just don't know what else I have to prove. A pain in my chest. As you walk away. Making my day full of stress. How I want to hold your hand. Squeeze them tight. But you avoid me while I take my stand. I now sit here alone. Broken and bashed. Escaped from my mouth a sad groan. I see you coming back.

43. Acceptance Opened eyes, it looked around the room, another morning and many people were bustling in and out of the place. Animals roamed in cages, as products hung on racks. It looked through bars, watching the visitors grab stuff and give green things to other humans. Sometimes, the animals would leave with the awful humans. Then it would be replaced with other animals. It yawned and went under the bedding that were changed every week. Wiggling below, a few more of it's kind popped up, sniffing the morning stale air. "Ewww mommy! Look at that thing." "I can't believe they sell those." "Look at the stupid face on this one!" "Look at

1. Beginning "HEY YOU! WAKE THE HELL UP! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE STUPID!" a voice screamed through my doorway, finished with a slammed door. I opened my eyes and looked at my dark ceiling. It was 4:30AM, and my body refused to wake up. With a small grunt, I tossed the layers of blankets off my body and shivered at the cold air that attacked my bare arms. Off the bed and into the showers, an old routine he did every morning to wake up his senses. Minty mouth and hair combed straight, I put on my side bag and walk to the door. With a yawn, I opened the door and departed on a set path. The sun was still coming out, as the birds began to chirp.