String of Nothings

I have a string 
A string of nothings
empty, empty like the wind
chilling and feeling biting and clawing
Going somewhere, fighting
North, South, East, West and maybe further
Twisted gusts of pent up fillings
a tornado is coming I here them saying
wait, wait, let us prepare but I can't I do
but have control.
Screaming in their little houses stop, stop,
let them out!
Strings twist tighter, a giant knot
Squeezing, heaving till there is no air
What sort of gust is this, this airless wind
A wind that wounds so tight it loses
itself and pales the people around it
I hear them choking, gasping
but I am helpless
Infantile behavior it seems 
Watching and staring as I drown
in myself
in my own strings
these freak strings, these strings of nothing.

Quotes II

"I don't know what I'm passionate about. I'm passionate about not doing anything."
-Stephanie Ng

"Alright, so for your homework assignment, I want you guys to draw a tool in your house."
"Can I draw my brother?"
-Art class exchange between Kalani and Justin

"You know, your leaves look like a marijuana bud."
"WHUT."
"Here I'll show you!"
"But I didn't refer to any plants to draw that! I just created it!"
"That's cause your spirit animal is a stoner hippie."

"Esther, we draw with our eyes and hands, not with our brains."

"In the next class you're gonna come in here all stoned. And I'm gonna go, 'Esther, have you finished your assignments?' And you're gonna be like, 'Yamon.' "

Practically 99% of the quotes above are from art class. 
I swear I want to kill this teacher of mine.

*Note: The ones containing "stoned" references involved a rather hungover(again) Kalani. Just sayin'. 

Monster

Just one of those days when your demons start to show themselves. 

When you just wished you didn't exist sometimes, to just be encased in stone to never feel, to never love, to be numb to every sense of emotion of the human mind. 

Just one of those days when you're screaming inside and it's echoing loudly in your ears but you're nothing but a poker face. 

When all you want to do is just see humanity burn, to see -you- burn, because what you've lost all understanding of physical pain. 

Just one of those days when my dark angel is flashing its talons and I let her cut me till she draws enough blood. 

And I don't even care. 

I am a monster. I am a freak. 
Perhaps it's time to embrace it instead of battling it. Why lose when you can grow stronger... somehow.