Poems by Bella!
Now you get to hear from another friend of mine, Bella! Bella and I are in a few groups together, and she wrote poems about some of the characters that we roleplay in those groups, a Hunger Games Roleplay, and i thought they were very good, so i'm posting them here. (With Bella's permission of course!)
Taylor (Taylor was my Character, she grew up in district 1 and she didn't know what the Hunger Games were.)
They don't want her to leave. They cry. They weep. It's not like she'll be gone long, right? Her whole life has been here, in her home, with her parents.
Nothing could hurt her.
She doesn't want to leave, either. She'd be so far away. But it'll be fine, right? In a few days, she'll be back home, in the caring arms of her parents.
Safe.
When she enters that room, she sees them all with weapons.
"Training", they call it.
Why is there so many weapons? Wouldn't someone get hurt? Isn't it dangerous?
Then, the strong girl from one of the 'scraggly' districts comes towards her.
"24 go in, only one comes out." The girl says.
And she understands.
That precious thing that keeps her breathing, that offers her luxury on a silver platter, that thing called life, they were going to take it away from her.
While everybody watched. Cheering for more blood. More lives gone.
And she understands.
That she is stupid, that she dreams too much, that the stars cannot be touched unless you want to fall right back down. That she is clueless.
She takes a knife, those shiny things she sees sometimes at her house, that are used for cutting food, prey, but not her, not until now.
Now she is prey.
But she wont let them take her.
No, she'll die her own way.
She cuts into her wrists, making it bleed, this red little liquid she has barely seen before drips down her arm. Why? Why does that have to happen? Why does it hurt? Then the boy tries to fight her. Is he trying to kill her? Is the killing starting now?!
No.
She will die her own way, she pushes back from the boy, pushes back at her chance of happiness, she pushes back her innocence.
And then his fist falls onto her.
And then there's that thing again.
Pain.
And a loud cracking noise.
And then nothing.
Is this dying? Really? This peaceful, boring, tender blackness? Is this it?
She didn't die her own way, she knows it. She knows she didn't achieve anything, she never would've, reaped or not. But she got out of her cocoon. She liberated herself. She made it. She may no longer have the simple pleasures of life...
But she has the deep pleasures of death. Of freedom. She understands that there was no choice and that perhaps she's better off this way anyways.
She understands.
Through death she understands.
Through death she is no longer clueless.
And she has never felt better.
Nothing could hurt her.
She doesn't want to leave, either. She'd be so far away. But it'll be fine, right? In a few days, she'll be back home, in the caring arms of her parents.
Safe.
When she enters that room, she sees them all with weapons.
"Training", they call it.
Why is there so many weapons? Wouldn't someone get hurt? Isn't it dangerous?
Then, the strong girl from one of the 'scraggly' districts comes towards her.
"24 go in, only one comes out." The girl says.
And she understands.
That precious thing that keeps her breathing, that offers her luxury on a silver platter, that thing called life, they were going to take it away from her.
While everybody watched. Cheering for more blood. More lives gone.
And she understands.
That she is stupid, that she dreams too much, that the stars cannot be touched unless you want to fall right back down. That she is clueless.
She takes a knife, those shiny things she sees sometimes at her house, that are used for cutting food, prey, but not her, not until now.
Now she is prey.
But she wont let them take her.
No, she'll die her own way.
She cuts into her wrists, making it bleed, this red little liquid she has barely seen before drips down her arm. Why? Why does that have to happen? Why does it hurt? Then the boy tries to fight her. Is he trying to kill her? Is the killing starting now?!
No.
She will die her own way, she pushes back from the boy, pushes back at her chance of happiness, she pushes back her innocence.
And then his fist falls onto her.
And then there's that thing again.
Pain.
And a loud cracking noise.
And then nothing.
Is this dying? Really? This peaceful, boring, tender blackness? Is this it?
She didn't die her own way, she knows it. She knows she didn't achieve anything, she never would've, reaped or not. But she got out of her cocoon. She liberated herself. She made it. She may no longer have the simple pleasures of life...
But she has the deep pleasures of death. Of freedom. She understands that there was no choice and that perhaps she's better off this way anyways.
She understands.
Through death she understands.
Through death she is no longer clueless.
And she has never felt better.
David
She shines like a star, her bronze hair whirling around her. He knows her name.
Luna.
He's sure she understands him, how they train to spill blood in front of the cheering crowds, how their one shot at life is now or never. He knows she wouldn't judge him, and his dreams of killing people, his reluctance to small talk, his sourness.
They've all been abandoned, nobody cares about them, unless their name is shouted along with the victory trumpets. They each ask themselves what their life is worth if it's only meant to end. He approaches her, after she has beaten the girl from Eleven in some fight. He wants to talk for the first time.
He wants to be understood.
He speaks, he tries to talk to her he tries to make her understand what they're both feeling.
But she turns him down.
She turns him down, just because he doesn't come from a Career district,
just because she thinks she's the only one to feel the pain in her heart.
But he promises her.
He promises himself.
He'll do something for her in the arena.
Before she dies.
Before he dies.
Before they are forgotten.
They make their way up the mountain, the snarling girl from Eleven in the lead, followed by the girl (Rosa? Rose? He's not sure), while she lags behind.
Her.
He tries to approach her, tell her, speak of love, something he had never felt before.
But she pushes him down.
Down the mountain he falls, screaming that he'll never let go.
Never.
He meets the girl with the stubborn smile.
Eve.
For him, she is the Eve of a new era, one where he isn't a Career, one where he is defiant of his origins, one where he can love...
and be loved back.
But then there's Billy.
Billy, the boy who stole Eve's sour heart. Even after her memory became a blank slate. Billy, the boy who's innocent because he didn't volunteer. Billy, the boy who thinks that he deserves to be loved, not David.
He sleeps that night of his death. That Billy tries to kill them and that he sacrifices himself for Eve. That Eve no longer sees the sour killer in him. That Eve loves him. He is woken up by the Cornucopia shaking.
He sees that it starts to sink in the ground. He sees that Eve grabs Billy and pulls him to his feet. He struggles to get up, to get up from his broken heart. He sees Eve and Billy running, farther from him. He tries to run but the Cornucopia sinks.
Sinks.
And sinks.
Finally, it stops, 20 meters below ground.
And he can hear Eve weep.
And weep.
For him.
He know he could try to climb, but he would fail. His heavy heart would drag him down. So he listens to nothing, he thinks of his parents, who have already given up on him. How he'll just be another cannon, another face in the sky. He hold his dagger at his neck and shoves it though.
His cannon sounds, echoing through his ears, the last memory that he has ever existed.
I hope she'll miss me, he thinks.
He hopes that the sour girl gets the 'innocent' boy. At least then she'll be loved.
At least then she won't be sour.
I hope she'll miss me, he thinks as he dies.
And that she'll never be as sour as me,
That she'll be able to heal her scars,
keep her promises,
and love so hard that her loved one won't die.
He never broke out of his shell.
He's still a sour killer.
But at least, he's made someone less sour...more..
human.
Unlike him.
Unlike he could've ever been.
Luna.
He's sure she understands him, how they train to spill blood in front of the cheering crowds, how their one shot at life is now or never. He knows she wouldn't judge him, and his dreams of killing people, his reluctance to small talk, his sourness.
They've all been abandoned, nobody cares about them, unless their name is shouted along with the victory trumpets. They each ask themselves what their life is worth if it's only meant to end. He approaches her, after she has beaten the girl from Eleven in some fight. He wants to talk for the first time.
He wants to be understood.
He speaks, he tries to talk to her he tries to make her understand what they're both feeling.
But she turns him down.
She turns him down, just because he doesn't come from a Career district,
just because she thinks she's the only one to feel the pain in her heart.
But he promises her.
He promises himself.
He'll do something for her in the arena.
Before she dies.
Before he dies.
Before they are forgotten.
They make their way up the mountain, the snarling girl from Eleven in the lead, followed by the girl (Rosa? Rose? He's not sure), while she lags behind.
Her.
He tries to approach her, tell her, speak of love, something he had never felt before.
But she pushes him down.
Down the mountain he falls, screaming that he'll never let go.
Never.
He meets the girl with the stubborn smile.
Eve.
For him, she is the Eve of a new era, one where he isn't a Career, one where he is defiant of his origins, one where he can love...
and be loved back.
But then there's Billy.
Billy, the boy who stole Eve's sour heart. Even after her memory became a blank slate. Billy, the boy who's innocent because he didn't volunteer. Billy, the boy who thinks that he deserves to be loved, not David.
He sleeps that night of his death. That Billy tries to kill them and that he sacrifices himself for Eve. That Eve no longer sees the sour killer in him. That Eve loves him. He is woken up by the Cornucopia shaking.
He sees that it starts to sink in the ground. He sees that Eve grabs Billy and pulls him to his feet. He struggles to get up, to get up from his broken heart. He sees Eve and Billy running, farther from him. He tries to run but the Cornucopia sinks.
Sinks.
And sinks.
Finally, it stops, 20 meters below ground.
And he can hear Eve weep.
And weep.
For him.
He know he could try to climb, but he would fail. His heavy heart would drag him down. So he listens to nothing, he thinks of his parents, who have already given up on him. How he'll just be another cannon, another face in the sky. He hold his dagger at his neck and shoves it though.
His cannon sounds, echoing through his ears, the last memory that he has ever existed.
I hope she'll miss me, he thinks.
He hopes that the sour girl gets the 'innocent' boy. At least then she'll be loved.
At least then she won't be sour.
I hope she'll miss me, he thinks as he dies.
And that she'll never be as sour as me,
That she'll be able to heal her scars,
keep her promises,
and love so hard that her loved one won't die.
He never broke out of his shell.
He's still a sour killer.
But at least, he's made someone less sour...more..
human.
Unlike him.
Unlike he could've ever been.
Ellie
She's dying again. Drowning. Just like Ajax. The water's filling her lungs until she can't breath.
Breath.
You have to breath.
But she can't. She's fading, she's dying, everywhere he looks there's just water, no surface, no way out.
There's no way out of her despair.
She wakes up, screaming, screaming her lungs raw.
And she's back where she started.
In the training rooms.
The last civilized thing Ajax ever saw.
She makes her way to the rooftop. She needs to breath. She inhales the night air. Its too-sweet scent fills her lungs. She stares out to the Capitol. she knows there's an invisible force field, keeping her in, like a caged animal waiting in the slaughterhouse. She has to get out. She has to-
"Hey."
There's someone behind her. And she meets her. That girl. Maisie. Her Fennella? She wonders.
The girl speaks of alliances. Of Victors. The people who made it out. And then she speaks that name: Soiree. The girl who made it out.
Instead of Ajax.
So she takes it.
She takes the alliance.
She hopes that she'll make it out.
She dreams again (like a foolish girl... she reprimands herself) of a possible future. Of her.
As Victor.
Perhaps she can live.
Make it out.
She dreams of thing that simply cannot exist. She knows it.
But it doesn't hurt to dream.
Does it?
They abandoned her.
(Stupid stupid stupid)
They left her alone with that Rose girl.
(Stupid stupid stupid)
She never should've trusted anyone.
(Stupid stupid stupid)
She never should've dreamed.
(Stupid stupid stu-)
Then the rocks fall.
They fall and fall and fall like devils from the sky.
Breaking apart, tearing everything down.
Smashing her foundation on reality.
She has nothing more to hold on to.
She starts running.
(It's like it's a dream...)
Into the cave.
(It's like it's a dream...)
Hearing Rose's screams.
(It's like it's a dream...)
And seeing the rock.
(It's like it's a dream...)
She runs. And runs. Until her feet can't take it.
(It's like it's a dream...)
And she sees it.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Her tunnel.
Am I dead? She wonders.
The light at the end of the tunnel welcomes her.
As if there's no rock.
She can't feel herself running.
An she flies.
The air around her, wrapping itself in her.
She's out of the tunnel and flying.
And dreaming.
Of a world where she can be with Ajax, where there's no Hunger Games, where Ajax isn't dead, where she isn't dead.
And then reality hits her in the face.
She hits the ground, her dreams crashing to the floor, reality taking it's toll.
The pain and her death are very real.
Ajax's death is very real.
She sees Maisie, running towards her.
And she puts her brave face on. She mustn't see that I'm crying. She mustn't see that I'm despairing. She mustn't see that I'm a dreamer....that I'm delusional.
Then she sees rocks coming towards them. And Maisie tries to save her.
"Get out! Save yourself!" She screams before she can stop herself.
Those were Ajax's last words.
And the rocks come tumbling in.
She feels a lot of pain.
(Very real.)
And Maisie's screaming.
(Very real.)
And a cannon shot.
(Very real.)
And Ajax running towards her and wrapping her in a hug.
(Real or a dream?)
Breath.
You have to breath.
But she can't. She's fading, she's dying, everywhere he looks there's just water, no surface, no way out.
There's no way out of her despair.
She wakes up, screaming, screaming her lungs raw.
And she's back where she started.
In the training rooms.
The last civilized thing Ajax ever saw.
She makes her way to the rooftop. She needs to breath. She inhales the night air. Its too-sweet scent fills her lungs. She stares out to the Capitol. she knows there's an invisible force field, keeping her in, like a caged animal waiting in the slaughterhouse. She has to get out. She has to-
"Hey."
There's someone behind her. And she meets her. That girl. Maisie. Her Fennella? She wonders.
The girl speaks of alliances. Of Victors. The people who made it out. And then she speaks that name: Soiree. The girl who made it out.
Instead of Ajax.
So she takes it.
She takes the alliance.
She hopes that she'll make it out.
She dreams again (like a foolish girl... she reprimands herself) of a possible future. Of her.
As Victor.
Perhaps she can live.
Make it out.
She dreams of thing that simply cannot exist. She knows it.
But it doesn't hurt to dream.
Does it?
They abandoned her.
(Stupid stupid stupid)
They left her alone with that Rose girl.
(Stupid stupid stupid)
She never should've trusted anyone.
(Stupid stupid stupid)
She never should've dreamed.
(Stupid stupid stu-)
Then the rocks fall.
They fall and fall and fall like devils from the sky.
Breaking apart, tearing everything down.
Smashing her foundation on reality.
She has nothing more to hold on to.
She starts running.
(It's like it's a dream...)
Into the cave.
(It's like it's a dream...)
Hearing Rose's screams.
(It's like it's a dream...)
And seeing the rock.
(It's like it's a dream...)
She runs. And runs. Until her feet can't take it.
(It's like it's a dream...)
And she sees it.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Her tunnel.
Am I dead? She wonders.
The light at the end of the tunnel welcomes her.
As if there's no rock.
She can't feel herself running.
An she flies.
The air around her, wrapping itself in her.
She's out of the tunnel and flying.
And dreaming.
Of a world where she can be with Ajax, where there's no Hunger Games, where Ajax isn't dead, where she isn't dead.
And then reality hits her in the face.
She hits the ground, her dreams crashing to the floor, reality taking it's toll.
The pain and her death are very real.
Ajax's death is very real.
She sees Maisie, running towards her.
And she puts her brave face on. She mustn't see that I'm crying. She mustn't see that I'm despairing. She mustn't see that I'm a dreamer....that I'm delusional.
Then she sees rocks coming towards them. And Maisie tries to save her.
"Get out! Save yourself!" She screams before she can stop herself.
Those were Ajax's last words.
And the rocks come tumbling in.
She feels a lot of pain.
(Very real.)
And Maisie's screaming.
(Very real.)
And a cannon shot.
(Very real.)
And Ajax running towards her and wrapping her in a hug.
(Real or a dream?)
Luna
Luna stares at her reflection in the glass.
It's a broken mirror.
She sees too many versions of herself, cracked, flawed...
There's too many facades.
The mirror...
It has cracks.
Flaws.
Like her heart.
Like her soul.
They took Marie away.
She can still hear her screams, her begging.
Is this how my prey will sound like? She wonders.
Is my destiny to kill?
Rip families apart?
But she knows too well what her destiny is.
She has been trained too hard to not know it by now.
The fiery pain of the whip, burning through her, building up rage that she's supposed to unleash in the arena.
But does she want to?
There's a part of her that whispers in her head at night.
It whispers doubt.
But it's just another facade of her personality.
Just like the one that tells her to kill.
Just like the one that feels nothing.
Just like the one with which she covers her true feelings.
David thinks he understands her.
David thinks he has lived through the same things.
David is a fool.
Nobody else has their heart torn apart, nobody else cries at night like her, nobody else feels the pain!
....The pain....
Maisie speaks of blood and torture.
Maisie speaks of pain and screaming.
Maisie speaks of a world she's tried to hide.
Does someone understand her?
She wishes they do.
She wishes that everyone could feel the same pain, the same broken, shattered feeling that she does.
Because then, maybe...
She wouldn't be alone anymore.
David is gone.
He didn't die begging.
He kept his honor.
To what cost?
Luna lifts her head to the sky, where the sun shines.
She wants to feel the warm caress of the rays of sunlight on her cheek.
But all he feels is cold.
Why is everything so cold?!
Why do I have to be so alone?!
Luna took of her mask one final time.
She showed to Maisie her soul.
Her flayed, battered, cracked soul.
She broke down the wall.
She shattered the facade.
She lies now in the cold, in the snow, with Eve and Rose.
So perfect. She thinks of them.
So unflawed, so innocent, so...
Pathetic.
Her parents would never approve.
They would scorn her, hurt her, taunt her...
Well screw her parents.
She lifts her spear and attacks Rose and Eve.
It almost goes like a solved puzzle.
Chest,
Head.
Lots of pain.
It's as simple as that.
Her world fades around her.
She thinks she hears yelling.
Are they distraught?
Guilty?
Mad?
She gives one last little snicker.
She couldn't care less.
She couldn't care less that she's died this way.
Shamefully.
That someone might care.
Her parents must be sad...
No, disappointed.
They would never be sad, not them.
She sighs in relief as everything goes completely dark and quiet.
At least she died her own way.
At least she lowered her facade.
At least the world saw the bruises underneath her smile.
Maybe then she'll be missed.
Maybe then she'll be loved?
It's a broken mirror.
She sees too many versions of herself, cracked, flawed...
There's too many facades.
The mirror...
It has cracks.
Flaws.
Like her heart.
Like her soul.
They took Marie away.
She can still hear her screams, her begging.
Is this how my prey will sound like? She wonders.
Is my destiny to kill?
Rip families apart?
But she knows too well what her destiny is.
She has been trained too hard to not know it by now.
The fiery pain of the whip, burning through her, building up rage that she's supposed to unleash in the arena.
But does she want to?
There's a part of her that whispers in her head at night.
It whispers doubt.
But it's just another facade of her personality.
Just like the one that tells her to kill.
Just like the one that feels nothing.
Just like the one with which she covers her true feelings.
David thinks he understands her.
David thinks he has lived through the same things.
David is a fool.
Nobody else has their heart torn apart, nobody else cries at night like her, nobody else feels the pain!
....The pain....
Maisie speaks of blood and torture.
Maisie speaks of pain and screaming.
Maisie speaks of a world she's tried to hide.
Does someone understand her?
She wishes they do.
She wishes that everyone could feel the same pain, the same broken, shattered feeling that she does.
Because then, maybe...
She wouldn't be alone anymore.
David is gone.
He didn't die begging.
He kept his honor.
To what cost?
Luna lifts her head to the sky, where the sun shines.
She wants to feel the warm caress of the rays of sunlight on her cheek.
But all he feels is cold.
Why is everything so cold?!
Why do I have to be so alone?!
Luna took of her mask one final time.
She showed to Maisie her soul.
Her flayed, battered, cracked soul.
She broke down the wall.
She shattered the facade.
She lies now in the cold, in the snow, with Eve and Rose.
So perfect. She thinks of them.
So unflawed, so innocent, so...
Pathetic.
Her parents would never approve.
They would scorn her, hurt her, taunt her...
Well screw her parents.
She lifts her spear and attacks Rose and Eve.
It almost goes like a solved puzzle.
Chest,
Head.
Lots of pain.
It's as simple as that.
Her world fades around her.
She thinks she hears yelling.
Are they distraught?
Guilty?
Mad?
She gives one last little snicker.
She couldn't care less.
She couldn't care less that she's died this way.
Shamefully.
That someone might care.
Her parents must be sad...
No, disappointed.
They would never be sad, not them.
She sighs in relief as everything goes completely dark and quiet.
At least she died her own way.
At least she lowered her facade.
At least the world saw the bruises underneath her smile.
Maybe then she'll be missed.
Maybe then she'll be loved?
Thanks for the Poems Bella!
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