It Took Me

It's sinister,
it's wrong.
I can feel it,
pounding in my head.

I can see it,
tainting me
where it's cold hands
envelope my heart.

I hear it,
It's voice soothing,
like thunder
in a storm.

I can sense it,
like judging eyes,
there
but not seen.

I can smell it,
like fear
on a child,
with nothing to hide.

And then,
it's there.
It's lips
to me.

Death
takes another.
Death
took me.

                              -Aimee

My website

I've been working on a website in computers class, it's all about me. Here's my website if you'd like to see it. http://aimeedh.weebly.com/

Survey

I'm Scared

    I'm standing in a time glass. The sand is flowing constantly, with no hesitation.  I'm scared, I don't know what's going to happen. What happens when all the sand hits bottom? Will I escape this glass prison or will I die here, gasping for air? My life could stop today. With the judge's final decisions. With every loss the sand flows even quicker, every gain it slows. Only when the final decision is made, is when I know. Do I move forward, standing taller and stronger then ever before or do I tumble backwards landing in my grave, marked with my name on a tombstone?  What will happen to me? When there's nowhere to run between insanity and confusion. What will happen to me?

Writing Prompt. My Day Dream

    This is my task. So are you ready, to travel into my mind of day dreams? Ready, set and tell.

   I was sitting in math class. Looking out the window, and before my eyes a scene unfolds. A bunch of hot guys were gathered outside the window. Then all of a sudden, my step father pops up. In his black trench coat, that seemed to slither around his body, as he crept around the "good looking" guys. They payed him no attention, as if he wasn't even there. He looked ominous, like a murderer lurking his victim. His gaze was attentive with group. He broke his gaze and locked eyes with me. His eyes glowed, his teeth barred and his hand casually slipped into his trench coat and he pulled out hand full of candy. He threw the candy in the air. For a minute I sighed with relief, untill I realized it was snowing out side. It wasn't Halloween. Why did he look like that? I looked again at my step father to see something shining in his hand as he stood over the brunet that was picking candy off the ground. I was going to scream run as I woke up abruptly to the sound of a bell. It had all just been my imagination.

No Where

No where to run.
No where to hide
I'm stuck in the middle.
With no one to confide.

I'm being pulled.
From side to side.
But nobody wants to hear.
The story I hide.

A story hidden.
By masked fear.
Slithering down my cheek.
With my eyes' final tear.

I hold my breath.

In desperation.

To hide my.

Sick obsession.

Of running away.

And never turning back.

No destination.

Just pitch black.

So here I stand

Lost in thought.

Of my parents.

Evil plot

Bullied No More

I walked through hallways with anticipation, to get out of this school. I was nearly free. Then I saw the bully coming my way. My hope sunk just long enough to let rage set in my eyes. I was tired of this. I was tired of being the victim and if she thought I wasn't going to stand up for myself, she was wrong. Her footsteps started to echo in my ears, for a moment I wanted to run. In that moment it was too late. She was at my side, whispering in my ear, "Did you miss me?"

I looked her in the eye's as she stepped back. Hatred was rising through my body. My fists were beginning to clench and I spat, "Miss you? Oh please I'd rather be thrown in a pit of snakes, that haven't eaten in days. So did I miss you? No I didn't. I miss my life without you, but I won't miss it for long." I let my eyes finish speaking for me. The bully retreated and I felt my face lift into a smile as I waved goodbye and hollered, "Have a good day." After that day I never had troubles with her again.