FLAC entry 1
by:
Taboo-Lagoon 
531
531
04.04.2020
24 comments
Taboo-Lagoon[OP]
04.04.2020 18:51
LinkThis page is only for poems/stories as your first entry in FLAC and for CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. If I find that you are going out of your way to be rude, you will be kicked.
here’s my poem uh,,
running circles in my mind
each and every day.
the throbbing headache,
the screaming voices,
they never seem to go away.
however long I sleep
I wake up to the pain.
the killing throbs,
the empty cries,
until the voice takes reign.
Damn, I like that. Uh... the only thing I could find to say is not to forget to start the sentences with capitals, but in this case the all lowercase adds more effect to it. Nice job!
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Here’s mine:
Take my hands
Hold them to your heart
And tell me
Won’t have to part
Take my love
So young and pure
So I can tell you
I love you for sure
Take my heart
So fragile and warm
And as from here
This love we will form
“It’s the end my friend “
Is the message I send
I keep on reminding
But you always forget
“Is it even worth it “
I say in my head
The message I sent you
Is that it’s the end
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Hi, my age is 9 and the name my parents gave me sucked, so I'm commonly known as Red. and I'm sometimes called The Badly Named Hoodie Wearer, cause I always wear my hoodie outside of my home. My father is dead, my mom is always high and drunk at the same time (she's poor too), and my grandma is like my mom but more insane. So, my dog is the only family member I like, sadly he's getting old. I really don't want to be here or tell this story, but when you're broke as I am, you gotta do things you don't wanna. And Claire said if this book does well I'll probably get paid. So after I leave this place, I'm probably gonna get like, a burger or a hotdog or something. Maybe if I have some money left over I'll get a candy bar or a bag of chips. Anyway, enough about what I'm gonna eat later, I'm starving so let's get this over with.
So one day I was just chilling on my mattress, probably on my phone or something, maybe reading one of the 4 books I own, and then my crackhead mom like, aggressively bursts in my room. She's like, "Hey, why don't you get off tHaT fAt BuTt AnD dO mE a FaVoR!?" So I was like, "Aight what you want bruh?" and she said, "Take this to your grandma's house. It's her birthday today and if I don't get some shit to her today she's gonna bother me forever." She handed me a basket and I said, "Mother, this is more food than you give me in a week. What tHe HeLL?" My mom went, "I mean my old hag of a mom probably won't we having another birthday. Let's just let her have this one m'kay?" I chucked and took the basket from her, then I grabbed the one hoodie I own and went out the door.
It snowed just the day before, and it was still really windy. And then this wolf guy with a fedora and a trench coat walks up to me and he said something like, "Hey kid." If he was born from mutation or something I really don't know. But I don't think much of it, it's 2020 I don't care what species he is, I say, "Dude, I didn't want to buy your '𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴' yesterday and I don't want to buy them today." He goes, "Oh that wasn't me, probably my cousin. A lot of us wear trench coats a-" I rudely interrupted him with a heavy sigh and said, "Dude, I don't care what your family wears. Cut to the chase, what do you want?" The wolf guy goes, "Chill, I just wanted to say hi. Plus, your mom get her weekly weed from me so you'll probably be seeing me again," I replied to him, "Yeah? Well my mother gets her crack from Mr. Wilson, and we ain't said more than hi to each other. So what's your deal?" he said, "Geez, no need to be rude. I'll be on my way now." and he left. I went on my phone till I got to my grandma's ho
I got to her house, and I knocked on the door. A weird voice yelled, "Come in!" so I walked in and closed the door behind me. I took one look my grandma in her bed and said, "Damn gram, the hell you on!?" She just said, "Yes," "Your eyes are so red!" "That's the weed," "Your voice so hoarse!" "That's the coke," "Your skin is weird...!" "That would be, the um... PCP. Or um, xanax or something. I take lots of drugs. Anyway, what's in the bag, kiddo?" "Oh uh, my mom wanted me to give this to you, I think. Yeah," I handed the basket to my grandma and she sat up. As she sat up, I saw she was the wolf guy earlier in my grandma's clothes. Far out, man. "Osht, you're the creepy wolf guy from earlier!" I yelled. "Oh shit you're right. I mean, no you're not- Well yes but- uh..." and then I think he whacked me on the head. Or something, I dunno, but I was unconscious after whatever he did.
I woke up tied to a chair or something. I saw the wolf guy arguing with another wolf guy that looked like him, probably his cousin. They look very alike, if not for their clothes I wouldn't be able to tell them apart at all. "I told you not to come in my house without my permission, and don't take the people you kidnap in here!" "I just wanted her to see you so she knew you exist!" "Well look, she's awake and she saw us! NOW GET HER OUT OF HERE. NOW." "Fiiinneee." the wolf guy that I spoke to earlier grabbed the chair I was tied up on and started dragging me away. "But why'd you give me a spare key to your house if you're not gonna let me come in your house?" his cousin looked very offended and said, "EXCUSE ME, NO. YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW OR I'M GONNA-" he already left with me and slammed the door behind him. Wolf man's cousin started chasing him, so he dropped me. Because y'know, it's really hard to run away from your cousin when you're dragging a kid tied to a chair behind you. They ran off, I dunno
where. But I just slipped out of the ropes and headed back over to my grandma's house. The door was wide open, and she was sitting in her closet eating what was in the basket my mom asked me to give her. "Hey, grandma," I said. I was really tired, probably around 12am now. "Hello, the FBI is gone, right?" "What? The FBI wasn't here." "WHAT!? THE FBI WAS HERE!?" "No I-" I sighed heavily. "Yes, the FBI is gone." "Okay, good."
I yawned loudly and said, "Yeah I should be heading back home." I walked back home, it was colder than the morning now, maybe more dangerous. Though that would be no easy feat, almost everyone was a drug addict, dealer, or a criminal. Me and my friends are all around the age of 10, but we've stolen a couple grand, smoked a few blunts. Anyway I got home and my mom was doing more drugs. I plopped right on my mattress and fell asleep almost immediately. Which you know, isn't very common for me, considering I don't have a bed, a pillow, or any sheets other than a very thin sheet that serves as a "blanket." So that's pretty much it. Can I have a burger now?
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The clouds clear up,
It’s sunny today!
But I don’t go out
And run and play,
I prefer the snow,
When it’s cold all the time.
But it’s not now,
So I hide inside.