A living hell ch.3

," i shout "why!!!!," "alright that's it," the guard says ''i've had it,'' the guard then beats me hard...

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Ghost 2 Index

Index for Ghost 2 Version 1.1 "He would argue with his salad bowl." - a polite term for someone who is crazy. Also a slur against felines (He is so finicky, he would argue with his salad-bowl over which dressing to use). "Out! Out, Collector...

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Why should we worry

Should we worry why should we car?

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Noodle Derg Gonna Get Slurped

The flickering of the firefly lamp reflected off the end of the quills in the dragons' talons, the two both sharing a deep, concentrated gaze as they wrote their stories on the open scrolls before them, a rock on the top and bottom of each to keep...

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Coffee and Conversations

"so why not give him another chance? sure what he said was a little weird--" "stupid," andy cut across. "what he said was stupid. the amalgamation of all stupid things that have ever and will ever been said.

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Why ask Why

Kept quite in school, played sick when they asked him to, watched out for his younger sister, and never ever asked 'why?'. that had been his mistake.

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Why?

"and i need you to promise you'll ask 'why' afterward. can you do that?" michael was already nodding before zach could close his muzzle. "why?" his voice cracked with excitement, but he didn't care.

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why?

I nearly died today, and all i can do is wonder why, as i slammed into the truck i realized there is nothing and no one waiting for me. there will be no sad faces as a funeral, i'm just another in marked grave waiting to happen.

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Why

why now? why ever? what was done wrong in your eyes? was it the snake, your own kin?s folly or was it a man washing his hands of his mistake?

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Why...

Must I sit alone depressed and unloved longing in my heart my soul crushed and broken being passed around and laughed new tears appearing every day....more and more tattered what remains becomes... the thing i seek long eluding me forever hiding locked...

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why?

#8 of poems hope it makes sense why must we all ways hurt? why do we shove others in the dirt? why must we always run and hide?

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