Until The Fall

Until The Fall

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"Sienna, run!" I took off, my legs moving faster than I ever knew was possible. Gasping for air, I narrowly avoided tree branches, scraping my arms. My head pounded as blood trickled down my body. I could hear the sound of heavy footsteps following me, hunting me down. I needed to run away, I needed to- Then I tripped on a branch. "Shit!" I screamed, tumbling onto the ground, my head hitting the soil. I needed to get up again. I needed to run. A face appeared in front of me- an official. His cruel smile looked down at me as I tried to lift my arms, tried to fight back. "Gotcha" he whispered, grabbing my hands and twisting them behind my back. He was going to kill me, I was about to die. This is what I get for knowing the truth. ****************************************** It's the year 3012. The world is ruled by a government that feeds off of disorder. To control the citizens everyone is required to take a pill called T39, failure to comply results in death. No one knows what the pill does. No one knows why they take it. When 5 kids realize what the government is doing to them, they fight back. They make a plan to infiltrate the system and stop the pill supply forever. But they're only 16, and it's them against the world.
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  • OFFERNAGE [EDITING]

Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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