She Didn’t Break

I’ve always watch from the side. Ever so quietly. Just watch her go though the world. She was loud in her own quiet way. Smiling and laughing, not seeing the pain that life had in store. I just watched I know that would make her grow.
Soon came the time that she would meet more of her kind. I watch as her open arms where painfully turned away. She held herself and turned her back to them. They only beat on that, though she never attacked. I just watched I know that would make her strong.
As the years dragged on she seemed only to be waited down. They added great waits each day. Both the big and the small. Some how she found away, though at one point the chased her to an edge and the wouldn’t stop pushing her. I feared they’d push her 2 fall, to take that jump. But she found a whole and took it. I just watched I know that will make her wise.
They saw that she wasn’t going to fall when she found the Raven and the Wolf. They where a lot like her. Fed up with the world and their hateful faces. They showed her that there was more. I only watched I know that would make her happy.
One among them came forward and called this Dragon his own. She wasn’t sure at first what to think. Then she understood and let him in. When she was getting herself ready for life when he was going to be away, he said that it would be to hard for him to have a love when he was gone. Then at second hand that he had found another mate, she finally exploded. It took all the Wolf had to clam the Dragon down. For a time she walked breathing smoke. She went to an edge again.
But I wasn’t going to jump. What would that solve? Nothing. So don’t worry my dears I just needed to think away from all of you that knew us both. And I wasn’t alone. I had this sweet Loin by my side. He listened, and cared. He gave me the time I needed.

She didn’t break. No she didn’t come a part.

All They Saw Was The Pain

Life seemed to rush by us.
We could never keep up.
Always seeming to be a step behind,
Not with or a step ahead.

We felt the painful tongues.
Criticizing us for what was wrong.
Victimized but those creatures called humans,
But we were also Human.

Always seeing the bad side of things.
The only thing pointed out about us was the bad.
When good was given us, it was taken from us,
Somehow turned agents us.

We never saw the humans who loved us.
Though some have no parents for which to get loved.
Friends were always there ti help,
But we were blind.

We couldn't, refused to see.
Not wanting to live.
We were tired of fighting only losing,
Just ready to let cold clam us.

I saw those hands reaching for .
Those who love me, want me.
Reaching out I found a strength,
To live for the lovers of you.

All they saw was the pain.
Self pity, self suffering.
Looking away from my existed hand,
An exit out of the darkness.

All they saw was the pain.
Guns, knifes, and the pills.
Weapons of self distrotion,
But not the answer.

All they saw was the pain,
And that's all they wanted to see.

Am I Broken?

Look at my hands
They're short and fat
Do they really reach anyone?

Listen to my voice
It's quiet and rough
Do you even hear me?

Look at my legs
They're short and tired
If my life needed me to
Could I even run?

Look into my eyes
They're tired and blood shot
Have they really lost their fire?

Look at my body
It's short and stumpy
Dose it even seem human?

Am I really broken?
Have I finally been run down?
When did I lose my will to fight?
Am I even here to ask this?

No am none of this, right?

I must stop this.
My life isn't as worthless as it seems.
Or I would have come to life.
I just second guess myself from time to time.

So yes, I am broken
But I'm not going to let that stop me

Until my death I'll fight
For myself and others like me
I will always be by their sides
Mending their heart
To my best power
Be it a long time or short.

I maybe broken
But I am strong in my own right.

In The Middle

I saw them happily together
My 'son' and my friend
Holding hands and laughing
Something deep down told me to stop them
But I wanted them happy
Both came from sad unforgiving pasts
I knew they had gone through enough,
I had been there and done that
They were owed the happiness they found
God knows the pains we've carried

But one day she sat alone
Pale and quiet
I was scared to ask,
Afraid that my son had done her wrong
But she know not of what she had done.
Later when I found him
His voice was quiet,
He wished not to speak
Of the things between himself and the girl

But that night it was told to me the tail
If only in the rough
And now she comes asking if I have spoken to me son
I tell her that I have, but that I can't speak much
Only that he has done the wrong and nothing more
He will not speak to her
Even that he will not say to me

I tried to stay out of it,
But I love my son and treasure the girl
So here I stand wished to speak,
But can't soil the trust of my son.

God why can't they find that happiness they are owed!?
And why did I have to get this caring heart!?
I'm in the middle with no one to blame but me.
And now that I'm here I pray for them both and myself

My our strength hold out.

My Name, What Is It

I am as old as human life
I've been used in praising
Come to me when you're lonely
I'll make you numb
The doctor once said
That a little of my red child was good

My grip is slow
But when I've got you
I'll aways have a hand around your throat

I'm best known for pickling your insides
Making you replace parts
If I leave you time
Destroying your brain is a talent of mine
I've made you kill others
In those metal boxes on those strips of black

I'll shelter you
But with a price
I maybe legal, but I'm deadly
So come to me
I'll give you hope
Then take it away

What is my name,
It you can remember my many children,
You'll know mine.


This wasn't the 300 word story I know, it was for health class

And please write you guess as a comment

What Are They?

Set low, but not underfoot
Standing on the hill
In their 5 story apartments

Spins exposed
But their guts still hidden
Tightly compacket, without a mine
For alone they'd be a colord pile.

Oh good Ms. Henten
Wise Lord Johnathen
Adventurous mother and son
Give life to them!
Sweet Nakajo
Give them love, warm our hearts
Dear grim Edgar
Give them chill, scare our dreams.

We love and hate
Treasure and fear you
So strong, but easily destroyed.

What I Should Have Said

He sat there a great big gray man
Asking over and over what day would be best

My mine raced telling me this wasn't right
That blond brat is at it again!
But my body is unwilling
To afraid of this great human.

'Thursday' my throat said
Making my brain scream
Calling me an idiot I had just doomed myself

I should have defend myself
Told of how she had maimed in the past
How she had hated me because of a friend she wanted
But no all I could give was a day that pushed me down

I had been the fool all this time
Thinking she was friend not foe
Sad, I held on to her so long
That day, her first try, I should have ran
But I was stupid and I'm paying for it.

I was terrified in that room
Though I only staid the hour
I will not be her friend anymore