Separation

One by one, everyone falls apart,
Distance creeps up between our hearts.

The coffees go cold,
The invitations go stale.
The love that they shared
Turn into memories, rare.

But they pretend it does not exist,
This rift is invisible, impossible to see.
Dragging us away our feelings go numb,
Distance creep up between the moon and the sun.

Now all the stars in their life are all that shine,
The moon is lost somewhere in shadow of mind.
It passes under the sun,
Just a glance in a while..

But everyone keeps falling apart to the cruel hands of time.

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Letting go

This is a place
Where I pour my void away.
Please understand,
These are unchartered terrains.
These are all the things
I keep my doors closed to,
For these feelings I have never
Let myself feel up to.
I ask myself this question
Everyday, everytime.
If I am broken
Which part is whole of mine?
I come here in hope
To face the demons I feed;
To talk to my inner child,
Ask her if she's healed.
I come here, afraid I'd leave empty.
I come here, afraid I'd leave heavy and full.
This is my safe place,
But I come here in hopes-
To let go of my pain
To let go of all the pain...

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People see me as being lonely, quite and anti social.
They have the audacity to even tell that to me,
makes me wonder if they can feel empathy.
I don't need to be reminded that I don't behave like them, I know in myself how should I behave in connection to my personality.
Haven't they heard the word, introvert? Perhaps they don't,
Otherwise they would know better its no big deal.
For many, they like to go out and do adventures,
Others just like to lie down,
with their backs to the ceiling and their eyes fix to the book at hand.
Immersed in the waves of words feeding their minds.
Feeling at peace for the solitude, that for some find unhealthy.
Whenever I get asked whether I feel lonely, I answer never have I felt that.
Of course I get mixed reactions, others even raised their eyebrows.
I can't blame them, they must have been living in their own bubble all their life.
Get a needle and blow that bubble, otherwise they'll continue believing being you isn't normal.

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Hello, a five-letter word,
Too simple yet quite powerful

Probably the most used word
But always taken for granted

We say hello when we answer calls

I met my friends from simple hellos

Want to greet your crush? Well, saying hello ain't a bad start

Getting someone's attention doesn't sound off when you start with telling them hello

You see, these are some good things Hello gets you

It helps connect people
Better than Facebook does

Because you never start a conversation without saying Hello,

With that said,
always keep in mind
Words can look basic but have greater meaning

Single word that can make thousand words follow

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Razorblade

I saw you walk besides me,
Holding my hand for security.
Taking me to dream lands I haven't been,
Showing me scenes I have never seen.
Then we were apart,
Walking on a razor blade.
Hate and love just went hand in hand.
I hate you; I love you, I repeated again.
But I hated me more than anything I could explain.
You were what I loved,
But never my idol I must admit.
I still love you, but only at my own risk.
For I know you can't be relied on;
For I know you are just a disappointment.
But I still need you here by my side
To hold me, help me, love me like you do, always.

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Hurts
Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.

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Hurts

Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.

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Yearning

Sometimes,
All I want is to walk away.
Somewhere,
Faraway from your reach.
Somehow,
Out of your hands.
Slipping,
Away into the abyss.
Sometimes,
Your love is the worst of my pains.
Somewhere,
Inside my heart I'm broken.
Somehow,
All my feelings are lost and frozen.
Slipping,
Far into bleeding oceans.

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Tyrant

Tyranny of my mind,
Abandoning me everytime.
I call,
Stand up for me!
Call me back to home.
Home? You say,
It doesn't feel like so.
Shouldn't have to walk on eggshells,
Just living across the walls.
It's not home .
You are not safe.

Tyranny of my mind,
Abandoning me on the gate.
I try to run away,
Those threads tie me down to ends.
I cut loose,
And then I fall.
No I can't! you say.
Telling me how weak I am.
So when I am strangled again,
Cycle will repeat in my brain.

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A Drowning man

It's the undertow
That hit me in my bed.
In a moment,
My life was out of my hands.

One moment it's bright
Other- I'm trying to turn on my lights,
But life's made me blind.
I fall,

Crumple up on the floor.
It's too heavy to bear this loss.
I'm tossed across
These wicked waves of grief.

Drowning in my agony,
I wish nothing but love.
But where did that go?
Lost in the void of this deadly snow.

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I place the bouquet on her coffin, all yellow, white and red, hand-picked without harming the stem, still fresh, just like she has always liked. If she wasn't gone, she would take all these flowers and put them in a pot on her desk in her room right beside her window, she used to say she felt like she was in the garden.
She barely left her room anyways, she didn't quite like the outside world, just she and her passion.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I turn away from her cold grave, it's been a whole year now.

"Be strong bro" my older brother Andy tells me pressing my shoulder. I bury my head in his shoulder and cry even harder, "this wasn't supposed to happen, we were at such a happy place, we were finally at such a happy place."
"I know, I know brother." He says patting my back, trying to sooth me.
"Come, it's about to rain, we must leave." He says and drives me out of the graveyard.

He was right, soon as we get inside the home it starts to rain cat and dog. "I love this weather" I almost hear her say, I look around for her but there's no one. I sit beside the window and stare outside perhaps for hours, my eyes hurt and so does my heart.
'C'mon Ronny, how long are you going to sit in there, come get your dinner." My mom calls me.
"I'm not hungry" I tell her without even looking in her direction
"Enough of this already!" she yells. Well that's my mom, she goes from anger 0 to 120 degree in a heartbeat.
"How long are you going to sulk for that half broken girl?" She yells and this time I look at her furiously ready to launch myself on her but my brother intervenes
"Mom you can't say that!" he shouts at her.

"And tell me young man why can't I state the obvious, wasn't she half broken, wasn't she on a wheelchair for a long time, what is wrong with saying that huh!? What good she would have been for your brother." She says staring point blank at me
"Mom not now, can't you see he is still hurting?" My brother tells her
"Yes, that's the problem here, that he is still hurting after a year, it's about time he finds himself another girl." I give her dry look like she just poured sour milk into my mouth
"Look at your brother Andy, he is handsome and smart, he earns well, which girl won't want him. There he is sulking for an ugly lamb."
"Mom!" I scream in protest, enough about her. I storm off the room, I might end up forgetting my dignity if I stay here any longer.

I drive aimlessly on the rain beaten path, unable to tell where I should turn next or where should I go. I would have drove straight to her he if only..... My thoughts get fuzzy. When I finally stop I open my car's gate and get outside to breathe, somehow magically I have ended up in a painfully familiar place, her favourite ice cream parlor. I close my eyes tightly, I can't look inside, for whenever I do, I just find myself sitting with her in her wheelchair merrily chugging at her ice cream. I try to take a spoon out of her sundae and she slaps my hand away. Then she takes a spoonful and very careful puts it in my mouth, pursing her lips like she was about to hit me with an arrow. All her features tight in concentration only come to rest when I've finally taken the ice-cream in my mouth. Then she looks around as though to make sure nobody saw us but indeed a lot of people have and she blushes, her cheeks turning a prettier hue of red then her top. My heart lurchs out my chest as a cruel drop of rain that falls at the top of my head reminds me that I can never see this happen again.

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Trapped- Part 1

The crowd screamed. An uproar rose as though coming from thousands of human frying in hot oils in the dark pitches of hell.

Behind the stage Lisa took a few deep breaths. Her knees shaking from the nervousness, her bladder making her take the road to washroom one too many times. The SoFi stadium in Inglewood was huge and it was filled to the max. Lisa took one final breath, put her earpiece in it's place and waited under the stage. She will appear on stage after the opening act was finished. Her mind was entering into a state of maximum concentration, nothing could go wrong today. Little did she know that this was her last performance ever.

Her crew queued her, the lift took her on the stage. She was the main act, the uproar from crowd almost brought her to tears, everyone cheered and called out her name. She was living her dream. It didn't take long however for this dream to turn into a nightmare.

Halfway through her performance she approached the edge of the stage to get closer to her fans. Her fans pressed hard to get just one touch of her glimmering skin. She walked across, giving her fans a sweeping touch of her hands. It was going smoothly, her hand floated seemlesly over the wave of infinite fingers, unless someone grabbed her hand making her halt her surfing. Being as professional as she was, she continued singing while simultaneously trying to get rid of the hold. When she failed to do it for a few seconds she looked back and froze. The music and back track kept running but she was no longer aware of her surroundings.

The walls around her seemed to close, although there were none to begin with. She found herself teleported in a dimly lit small room. The air smelled dank from being caught in for a long time. It was a nauseating mix of smell of canned food, exotic perfumes, unwashed clothes and bedding. In the background the soft music played "locked in your love" it was called.

Lisa wrote and sang it. It was a smash hit and soon it climbed to the top of the charts. Lisa remembered how happy she was when she heard about the song's success. She cried tears of joy and did her happy uncaring dance. Anyone who heard it could not help but feel absolutely mesmerized, a review said back then.

However, Lisa wasn't mesmerized now. She was sick to stomach of this song that was playing on a loop for days. The voice came from the four speakers that were in the four corners of the room. Lisa tried to reach them often but she was always stopped by the chain in her leg. Her left leg was chained to one leg of the bed. The chain was long enough to let her move about in the room but not long enough to let her reach the door of speakers. All she could do was scream at the walls for deliverance, but the walls filled with her own smiling photos screamed back at her.

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Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.

Guilty Conscience
Part 1

The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.

He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.

“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."

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