Hey There, Mr. I Don't Care. by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Hey There, Mr. I Don't Care.
I want you
to beg me to stay up
until its so dark
you can't even see the tears once they fall
and
I want you
to keep bugging me
until I tell you
the reason behind those tears
I want you
To care
or at least
pretend to
I want you
to talk to me
the way you used to
and I want
the things that were
in your eyes
to be
like they were
before
I want you
to tell me everything
will be okay
when I know very well
It simply won't be
and Can't be
But
the harsh reality
is that
I say
"Don't worry about it"
and you
Don't.
Lie Like The Best Of Them by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Lie Like The Best Of Them
I swear
I could feel my heart
flutter and then
go out
like the lights at bedtime
when
I learned that
the purples and blues
mapped on her arms
weren't from falling.
I heard it from the air vent
late
out from metal teeth
it wailed
about 10:00
one monday
and since then
I've never looked at
Dad
the same.
A cheeseburger once in a while.
With no pickles.
A root beer every thursday.
A painkiller every friday.
A midol once a month.
Music.
At least twleve hours of sleep.
Less homework.
Less drama.
My mother to stop dropping in unnanounced.
A boyfriend (girlfriend?)
A friend that doesn't stab my back.
Or my finger.
With a pencil.
A new box for my Tarot Cards.
The internet to move to my house.
To be less confused.
To sleep better.
To know who I love.
To think I have a purpose.
To be less hormonal.
Another good book.
More good hairdays.
More good Face Days.
To know what I want.
To know who I am.
To know if i like myself.
To
Near sat in the corner of the playroom, fiddling with the last peice of a puzzle.
If I put it in, I won't have a puzzle anymore, he thought.
He looked at his 500 peice puzzle. It was taken from a painting of a happy family swimming in a pond.
I wonder where my family went..
He twirled his hair between his fingers, holding back tears.
With no one else around, it was okay not to be made out of stone.
It wasn't easy as it seemed, having this stone-cold face all the time.
He wanted to smile. To laugh. To cry.
If he wanted to be a detective like L, he had to be emotionless.
He heard footsteps in the hallway as he replaced his mask.
Mello
The pages bound in this book seemed foreign, as if two months out of school returned my brain to a mushy, non-scholastic state. The book was a welcome sight, needless to say. I definately needed a relief from reality this summer. My mom had gotten divorced, gone into depression, and gotten remaired within the coarse of two months, give or take a few days.
Ah, how I longed for the nonstalgia that was single parenthood. Mac and cheese almost every night, with the occasional hot dog, and long after school evenings spent playing Yu-gi-oh and Sonic the hedgehog with the neighborhood boys. Darting in and out of bushes, hiding behind low-income h
It seemed as if maybe, maybe she was just meant to be alone.
She had seen it in movies, animes, and on T.V, but what was it, really?
What was love?
She liked to dwell on these thoughts, but not now.
She wanted to forget.
Forget everything.
She remembered how she had made an anime drawing of him, and showed it to him.
Mistake number one.
That probably just made him feel unconfterable.
She remembered how they had played truth, because no one ever chose dare.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," He had said.
"Hmm...," The other boy had thought.
"I dare you to kiss Olivia." He snickered.
"Ewwwww! No way! Pass!"
"....Yeah, no way. I....I don't
Sasunaru : The Train : Final by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Sasunaru : The Train : Final
Sasunaru : The train : final
The train whistled one last time as it sped out of view, snow sloshing out from either side.
Almost as soon as it had come, it had gone.
The train had transported a young boy from his hostile parents, his lonely old life to a better one. A one with Naruto in it. The train was the one to start the whole ideal, and was the one to end it.
One last whisle, and the train was but a speck amidst the pines and their snow blankets.
It was gone.
Naruto ran as fast as his legs would take him, clutching the note from Sasuke.
He had reached the bottome of the stairs when he heard.
He had one last shred of hope, but w
Night terror, night tears. by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Night terror, night tears.
We sat on seperate couches, I was folded up on a leather chair, he was sprawled out on an itchy couch.
He had his hat on, like always, and was laughing at the t.v.
How I wished I could make him laugh like that.
I curled up to the chair, burying my head in the old leather, closing my eyes and steadying my breathing. He must've thought I was asleep, because he turned out the lights and tv, and walked off to his bedroom.
We had been up in the cabin for a week now, with his one older sister, who was my friend, and his younger, who was annoying beyond all reasonable sanity.
He had similarily turned off the light and walked off laast night,
Hey There, Mr. I Don't Care. by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Hey There, Mr. I Don't Care.
I want you
to beg me to stay up
until its so dark
you can't even see the tears once they fall
and
I want you
to keep bugging me
until I tell you
the reason behind those tears
I want you
To care
or at least
pretend to
I want you
to talk to me
the way you used to
and I want
the things that were
in your eyes
to be
like they were
before
I want you
to tell me everything
will be okay
when I know very well
It simply won't be
and Can't be
But
the harsh reality
is that
I say
"Don't worry about it"
and you
Don't.
Lie Like The Best Of Them by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Lie Like The Best Of Them
I swear
I could feel my heart
flutter and then
go out
like the lights at bedtime
when
I learned that
the purples and blues
mapped on her arms
weren't from falling.
I heard it from the air vent
late
out from metal teeth
it wailed
about 10:00
one monday
and since then
I've never looked at
Dad
the same.
A cheeseburger once in a while.
With no pickles.
A root beer every thursday.
A painkiller every friday.
A midol once a month.
Music.
At least twleve hours of sleep.
Less homework.
Less drama.
My mother to stop dropping in unnanounced.
A boyfriend (girlfriend?)
A friend that doesn't stab my back.
Or my finger.
With a pencil.
A new box for my Tarot Cards.
The internet to move to my house.
To be less confused.
To sleep better.
To know who I love.
To think I have a purpose.
To be less hormonal.
Another good book.
More good hairdays.
More good Face Days.
To know what I want.
To know who I am.
To know if i like myself.
To
Near sat in the corner of the playroom, fiddling with the last peice of a puzzle.
If I put it in, I won't have a puzzle anymore, he thought.
He looked at his 500 peice puzzle. It was taken from a painting of a happy family swimming in a pond.
I wonder where my family went..
He twirled his hair between his fingers, holding back tears.
With no one else around, it was okay not to be made out of stone.
It wasn't easy as it seemed, having this stone-cold face all the time.
He wanted to smile. To laugh. To cry.
If he wanted to be a detective like L, he had to be emotionless.
He heard footsteps in the hallway as he replaced his mask.
Mello
The pages bound in this book seemed foreign, as if two months out of school returned my brain to a mushy, non-scholastic state. The book was a welcome sight, needless to say. I definately needed a relief from reality this summer. My mom had gotten divorced, gone into depression, and gotten remaired within the coarse of two months, give or take a few days.
Ah, how I longed for the nonstalgia that was single parenthood. Mac and cheese almost every night, with the occasional hot dog, and long after school evenings spent playing Yu-gi-oh and Sonic the hedgehog with the neighborhood boys. Darting in and out of bushes, hiding behind low-income h
It seemed as if maybe, maybe she was just meant to be alone.
She had seen it in movies, animes, and on T.V, but what was it, really?
What was love?
She liked to dwell on these thoughts, but not now.
She wanted to forget.
Forget everything.
She remembered how she had made an anime drawing of him, and showed it to him.
Mistake number one.
That probably just made him feel unconfterable.
She remembered how they had played truth, because no one ever chose dare.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," He had said.
"Hmm...," The other boy had thought.
"I dare you to kiss Olivia." He snickered.
"Ewwwww! No way! Pass!"
"....Yeah, no way. I....I don't
Sasunaru : The Train : Final by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Sasunaru : The Train : Final
Sasunaru : The train : final
The train whistled one last time as it sped out of view, snow sloshing out from either side.
Almost as soon as it had come, it had gone.
The train had transported a young boy from his hostile parents, his lonely old life to a better one. A one with Naruto in it. The train was the one to start the whole ideal, and was the one to end it.
One last whisle, and the train was but a speck amidst the pines and their snow blankets.
It was gone.
Naruto ran as fast as his legs would take him, clutching the note from Sasuke.
He had reached the bottome of the stairs when he heard.
He had one last shred of hope, but w
Night terror, night tears. by Olee-verr07, literature
Literature
Night terror, night tears.
We sat on seperate couches, I was folded up on a leather chair, he was sprawled out on an itchy couch.
He had his hat on, like always, and was laughing at the t.v.
How I wished I could make him laugh like that.
I curled up to the chair, burying my head in the old leather, closing my eyes and steadying my breathing. He must've thought I was asleep, because he turned out the lights and tv, and walked off to his bedroom.
We had been up in the cabin for a week now, with his one older sister, who was my friend, and his younger, who was annoying beyond all reasonable sanity.
He had similarily turned off the light and walked off laast night,
Me and my step-father and my granpa went to the detroit institute of art, parked our car and went to put money in the meter.
Apparently, sundays were free parking.
This man went up to the meter and was about to put money in, when we told him that you didn't have to pay.
We looked around outside, and then went in, and got in line for tickets.
Then the same guy from the meter came to us and asked if we wanted his three extra tickets, since his friends couldn't show up.
I thought it was pretty cool,
since each ticket was like 20$.
=]
It just started raining here about 5 minutes ago, and i stepped outside to sit in the rain.
I looked around, and saw a bird sitting on a wire.
I thought to myself; why would a bird be sitting all alone out in the rain when there are trees and shelters everywhere?
then I realized something.
I was sitting out in the rain all alone, with shelter all around.
For a while, I just sat there and watched the bird.
I guess the bird and I have something in common.
We like the rain.