What Rest?

So I was in the living room watching some show on some ghost busers wanna be.

Mother comes & sits next to me. Shes quiet, Im quiet, just watching tv.

Commercials are on now, I get up, go to kitchen to grab some yogurt.

 My moms starts talking about last night.

"I couldnt move my body, a ghost visited me" mother says.

I nod  and ask "Why didnt you yell or something?".

Mom explains how she couldn't talk or move anything except for her eyes.

Sure MOM, sure. I dont believe, go back to watching tv.

Ofcourse, we all know what happens to non-believers.

Anyways...so shows over, I get up & go to bed. Nothing. I sleep like a baby.

Next day I asked my mother what do people usually do when they experience that.

She says to put a pair of scissors wide open next to your bed.

Ok are you suppose to stab the damn ghost?

Nevermind the fact that its a ghost, how you gona stab it if you cant move?

Nice one mom, nice one. *sigh

So a few weeks pass. Its a typical day.

Go to school, take bus back home, get home, eat, study, sleep.

So night falls, Im tired. So Im gladits  night, Im...*yawnn..sleepy.

I go to bed. Bedroom is pitch black, silent, calm.

I dont remember what I was dreaming of, I just remember waking up,

Gasping for air, and then I cant move nor speak.

I have my eyes wide open. I cant see anything, just darkness.

I panic. Im scarred. Helpless. I wanna hit my sister who's sleeping next to me.

I cant lift my arm up. Why cant I move my arm?

My chest hurts, I cant breathe. The lack of oxygen is makeing my head hurt.

I can feel tears running down my cheek but Im not making a sound.

What the heck is going on? Somethings on top of me, applying weight on me.

It seems like forever, time seems non-existant.

Does this thing wanna kill me? Im sure Im a goner. The old hags got me.

I dont know how much time passed, I just remember breathing heavily.

Im still in shock. Scarred. I sob. No one hears me though.

Im scarred to go back to sleep. What if it happens again?

Im trying to stay awake. I cant. Sleep comes over me.

I wake up the next day. I dont tell anyone about last night.

I go to school. Im studying sleep patterns in psych.

Turns out last night wasnt paranormal at all.

Its a sleep disorder. Sleep paralysis. I think its cause Im fat. Lol

Well thats it guys, just thought I'd tell you a bit about this lil experience.

Just Once :)

See I fell for this man,
Broke my walls with a single hand,
But he had a different plan,
He clinged on as if to fall from a cliff,
But love wasnt that real motive,
I was blind, to his scheme oblivious.
I tried to fight back this shit,
I couldnt, I was weak.
I was inlove, my mind i couldnt speak,
I still am, just with a different motif.
Months went by my love consistent.
But its his love that seems different.
I cant command him to feel the same,
He says well come together again some day,
But that day seems so far away.

Its a Dirty Game.

You really wanna take it there 2night?
Well fuck it, alright.
Look kid i aint gon change,
I know theres shit bout me u really hate,
Wishin i could re-do my mistakes but this aint 1st grade,
Damn what a shame,
Hate arguing shits laaaammee,
I shoulda known better,
Gray clouds follow me man i hate this weather,
But anyways im side trackin,
I aint into pimping foos and mackin,
Im just tryin 2 do my job but u wont let me boo,
I aint tryint 2 play u for no fool,
Shit aint even like that,
Matter of fact it aint even close,
Im a 1 man girl dont confuse me 4 no hoe,
Wont keep shit on the low,
And trust it aint ur dough,
I just love the vibe,
Or atleast I used too,
I dont wanna b a protagonist on this cops &
robbers story kus idk whos who,
Say i stole ur heart i say u stole mines,
Relationships arent no part time,
They 9-5 meaning full time,
Keep trying 2 half ass this shit,
Its gona take more than gutts & witts,
Either talk it out or call it quits,
My personality aint tangiable,
No sir not changeable,
Is that even a fucken word?
Anyways, point is we try 2 make
the best of shit or hit the curb,
Cus i might luv u but i stay flippin the birds,
If this is love it shouldnt be so hard 2 make it work,
Making assumptions bout me that really hurt,
You hit me right on the ego,
4rm this point it looks like u gona see me go,
I thought u understood me & read me like a libro,
& this is when writers block comes in so
I guess its good bye, best wishes THE END :/