When we speak alone, we are free to say anything. We say things we normally would not and we dream up perfect scenarios where we always win. When we are alone, we are our own champions. We are the creators and masters, and nothing can defeat us, not even death. When we dream alone, we are always the hero. We never do wrong, no matter what we do, and we always earn a medal. But when we speak together, we watch our words wi...

Life returned to pretty much normal the next day. Taylor and I were in suspension but still hated each other. My mom still hadn't come home, but I wasn't worried. Bill still came over every morning. Life was life no matter how you looked at it. Or that's at least what it seemed."Why the hell did you sit next to me?" I growled."I have a matter of importance I wish to discuss with you," Taylor replied cooly."Not interested,...

Wednesday. Once more it was four in the morning and I was just waking up. Mom hadn't made it home the previous night, telling me she was probably with one of her co-workers from her second job again. A knock at the door quickly drew my attention. I already knew who it was. I couldn't care any less. That bastard could stay out there all morning. I wanted nothing to do with him today.  I prepped myself for school. Glancing...

Life has become a mess. Nothing seems right anymore. It seems I can't make sense of the world I lived before. Tied down with barbed wire to keep me from leaving here.I want a brand new start anywhere but there. I'm broken down inside.Can't seem to make sense of this life.I need another trysomewhere I won't feel dead and dry.I'm falling apart inside.Can't seem to figure out why. I want another trysomewhere I won't feel dea...

From the moment he made youto the moment I saw you ruined,I always knew you were weakand that you'd eventually be torn. Your shield so small,you couldn't keep it up front.Your sword so short, it refused to stay put.Your armor so thin,a needle was all it tookbefore you were lying in pieces upon the floor. And yet I loved you for your flaws,and so many there were.But because you were mine,I really couldn't care. We went on...

Not guilty, your honor. It was not I who broke into the Martins houshold. I was not the one who stole the flatscreen in the living area. It was not me who broke down their seven foot tree. I did not steal the presents from underneath. My name is Santa Claus. I delivered those presents at midnight on the twenty-fifth of December. I polished the ornaments and placed a bow on their Tv. I fed the dog and gave him a bone. And...

Christmas time has come around once more. People were flooding stores buying up whatever gifts they could before time ran out. Houses were decked in lights and all sorts of inflatable Santas, snowmen, and animatronic reindeer. Here and there chimney smoke clouded the otherwise clear skies. And through it all, one could feel the holiday spirit descending upon the town."What can I get for you tonight," the bartender asked a...

A soft breeze flowing through the boughs of the deciduous trees, racing its way across empty fields of grass and slow moving streams and ponds, carrying on it the music of the night. Crickets chirped in the shadows, working together to create a symphony. With the birds gone and streetlights on everywhere, moths hummed and buzzed everywhere, trying to reach the mysterious glowing objects. The stars overhead shined bright,...

Please take note: Reader discretion is advised. This poem contains mature themes. It is about bullying, and some of the material presented may offend certain readers. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content.----- It's tempting just to say it. "Fuck off bitch" or "Go die." To...

I knew what I was walking into. It wasn't the first time I had walked home to find the apartment empty and the snooping old broad next door trying to find something now to complain about. She had told my mom of a fight I had gotten into just outside the gates. Mom freaked when she found out, worrying about lawsuits that would destroy us financially and ruin her chances of ever getting a better job. I was just happy I had...

 School dragged along at a snails pace all day. My first period, and English two class, felt like it would never end. It was hard enough trying to stay awake with the few hours of sleep I got every night. And the teacher's droning voice did little to ease my suffering. Second period was a bit easier, though my lack of friends within the class did little to help me defy complete boredom. I could care less about solving for...

Another day has come to life. The sun has risen into the sky. Do you feel the joy in the air? Do you see the beauty? There are angels in our lives. There are people we fail to recognize. But, for today, let us remember the good, And let us forget the pain. Let us stand together, Side by side, under the bright sunlight. Let us share the moment Together for the rest of our lives. The sun sets behind the mountain peaks, And...

Okay. So let's just say that you were having a crappy day and at school it only seems to get worse. Would you respond violently? Scratch that. Let's pick a target. Okay, so we have a bully - we'll just call him Bundy L. Levy for fun - and a bully always seems to have that one target - how about Taylor Regis Ethers. Great, now we have our characters, or players rather. Now we need a setting. I'm thinking a high school call...

Yelling and screaming flooding my ears. A slap across the face. But it seems like nobody really cares That their son is awake. It's three am but the thief doesn't care. He's out for blood and more. The youthful body lies asleep in bed. The only motion is breathing. Crossing the street on the empty streets. A drag race begins only a few blocks away. Zero to sixty plus by the second stop-light. A child stumbles into the roa...

As I let out my rage on this paper, I close my eyes and dream of peace.I allow thoughts from the past flow out of me.I let go of tension as stress becomes free.As I let out my rage on this paper,I become who I'm meant to be.Many will ask what the paper has caused me,And I will answer nothing but freedom.They will not understand those thingsAnd I will have to explain them.The paper is merely a blank canvas awaiting a muse....