Just Wondering

If I find the courage
To battle my villainous fears
And let you hear my screaming thoughts,
Will you listen?

to remain untitled until something fitting pops into my head

i’m thirsting to spill blood
in the form of ink
all over the too-clean pages.
need the raging war in my mind to settle upon neutral territory.
if i can’t trust people, i’ll trust pages.
pages won’t spread the news of raging battles
or broken soldiers
or too-brave heroes that gave his life to save another’s.
too many.
too many.
i need the media here.
someone get the word out-
cease the bombing of my happiness with your atomic abyss.
no more craving bullets.

I Despise My Need For Comfort.

“Please.”
I try to whisper;
Silence
is all that escapes my gaping mouth.
May I scan your memory,
And omit the ones involving my plentiful mistakes?
If you leave
Can you forgive me
For all the messes I’ve made?
I’ll miss you when you’re gone.
Here’s to hoping you’ll feel the same.

Pressure (a Fifty Five Fiction piece)

Only fifty five words to write something fantastic. I can’t handle this.
The clock is tick-tocking its way to my doom: the end of class.
Quick! No! Pen out of ink. Avoid teacher’s watchful eye. Scribble. Twist ending? I could try. I can’t do it. But I did all under fifty five words.

Enemy Fire (a Fifty Five Fiction piece)

“Shoot him! Get him! What are you, stupid?! No, use your handgun, not your rifle!”
“Can you shut up? I’m trying! I’ll never be able to kill him if you keep nagging like this.”
“Fine. Hand me the controller. Man, you really suck at Halo.”