bluemoongem

These words just flow from my finger tips being pulled out by inspirational tides drained by paper, and absorbed into the soul. They aren't just words, they are feelings, regrets, love and hatred. Not a single one the same, each unique to a T. Close your eyes, breath in deeply feel it deep inside the humming, the thriving new words. Breath out, the words crawl across the paper creating a world of their own. This is your masterpiece, a beautiful, unique creation.

 Demitry’s arms wrapped around me and he ran off the bleachers dropping me onto the ground, Michelle and Lucia weren’t far behind, Demitry ran and grabbed Alyson and ran down, Peter made it down just as they collapsed completely.  I collapsed to my knees.  I put my hands to my face and began to cry.  My damn bad luck, someone was probably hurt and it was my fault. “What’s wrong?” Dem asked leaning down close to me, so close his sweet breath was lurking around me, it made me shiver. “Liz, what happened?” “It’s my bad luck!” I screamed pulling away from him and running off.  He grabbed my arm,

School had been let out early because of the strange malfunction.  I brought Shane to my house, I wanted to let him hear the song, the one I couldn’t get out of my head, I knew my father wouldn’t be home for several hours, he normally wasn’t home until at least five and it was barely noon.  We had been forced to sit outside for several hours, while they tried to figure out what was wrong. “Are you sure you ok about doing this?” Shane asked as we entered my dad’s apartment.  It was silent.  We started towards my room. “Yeah,” I replied to him. “It will be fine.” “Ok,” he said sitti

 I climbed off the loud bus, full of shouting, laughing and chattering teens.  A few others climbed off at the bus stop into the cold New Jersey air.  I walked slow and sluggishly to my house.  I yawned as I walked up my driveway, I immediately stopped and gasped at the black and white car, and the cop that I assumed owned it, sat on our porch.  He took off his cap and looked up at me; as if he felt sorry for me. I walked up to the door and opened it with a key I had in my bag.    The cop followed me inside.  He set his hat on the table; he had a large bald spot that covered most of his head.  When he had a hat on you could see what little ha

 The boy had long dark hair, bright blue eyes and he had a smile that could make any girl fall to their knees for.  I wasn’t interested in him, though I grew up a tom boy.  I always wore my hair up, till I was chained. To be chained is the most life changing event that could happen to anyone..  The powers it can give you are incredible, but the responsibility for it is even larger. When you are chained you’re giving a chain of power, but when they give you the powers you have to use the powers to do what you want with them.   My name is Taylor.  I was chained by a man who seeks out powerful teenagers to have them do his bidding.