Monster I see him. He stands in the corner of my room. His red eyes looking at me. His claws by his side moving, itching to rip me apart. His fur reeks of rotting flesh and blood. He haunts me every day. I feel his presence every where I am. Watching me as I walk down the street, by me as i'm on the bus, behind me when I brush my teeth. Leave me alone! I say. I hear his evil laugh as he moves closer. LEAVE ME ALONE! I scream! He laughs again, moving towards me, his face is inches from mine. I look into his eyes and I see my worse fear. I look into his eyes and I see my nightmare. I look into his eyes and see me.

She Gets Everything. You give that kid everything. She asks for seashell, You give her the beach. She asks for the moon, You give her the sun. She asks for the world, You give her the universe Me? I ask for a seashell, I get a pebble. I ask for the moon, I get a star I ask for the world, I get an atom

#life People tell you about everything in #life. They tell you to go to college, get a job, and start a family. But they never tell you that #life is boring. That it's the same schedule day after day after day. Maybe, they dont want you to know so you go into #life thinking it'll be this great adventure. Maybe, they haven't admitted it themselves that #life is boring and basically pointless. #life doesn't have to be a schedule, people just make it that way. Yeah, the birds wake up and chirp every morning, but they don't wake up at the same time every day. They chirp whenever the sun comes up. Why do people stick with the same routine days in and days out? I want adventure, fun, and new challenges every day. I just want something to add a little spice into my #life. But maybe my dad is right. Maybe I crave adventure but I'm too scared to do anything adventurous.

Random I made this account to get my ideas out. I have so many ideas for stories and #poems that I just need to write them down somewhere. This place is perfect. But I'm not only going to write down my stories and #poems, I'm going to write my thoughts and feelings and rants. Enjoy!

The Nighttime How I dread the night. It's dark, the whole world's asleep, and you're alone. The nighttime is when your monsters arrive, when your thoughts come and haunt you. The nighttime is when you can't sleep. So many people love the night, why? Who loves being in a dark room, forced to face your own monsters and thoughts?