A Woeful Webpage

A Woeful Website By Alisson Berrg I would like to say thank you to everyone who has been to this website for taking the time to read the stories of a teenager. My name is Alisson Berrg. I'm a 14 year old female from New York. Writing is my passion. I made this website to share my stories with the world.
Many people have told me that my stories are morbid and depressing, but they're still my treasures. They're the windows to my soul. Although my stories are about death and suicide, they are still about me or my friends in some way or another. I might as well get to the point of this site, and show you the stories and poems. Katie and Austin There once was a girl and boy Being together brought them great joy The boy couldn’t dance the girl liked romance So she asked him to be her sex toy Katie and Austin were there names They liked to play strange games They’d talk on the phone And when no one was home They’d go and make out in Ames Now they both had a lot in common But one idea that was really bommin They both hated Rick They thought he was a dick And now he’s banned from possie bondin This is where their sad story ends They were killed by one of their friends She was majorly jealous Because of their zealous Fuck this rhyming shit. I hate you guys you made it to 4 months!!! This one is about my best friend Katie and her ex-boyfriend Austin. He wasn't her ex-boyfriend at the time though. I wrote it for their 4 month anniversary. The part about going to make out in Ames isn't real. In the last verse of the poem about one of their friends who was jealous, that's about me. Don't get me wrong, I love my best friend dearly, but I was jealous. See, not too long before that I had broken up with my boyfriend, Joey, of one day short of 4 months. Once Upon A Breakup... Far away and long ago Lived Queen Allie and King Joe In a castle of stone walls They existed like barbie dolls Everything perfect in their own little world Untill far apart the two were hurled They were upset for quite a while Untill one day Joe had a smile He said to Allie get back with me And happily ever after we’ll be They tried this plan for a couple of days But then they had to go their separate ways On hold is how they really went Untill together their days could be happily spent On hold they went and on hold they stay In their castle far far away This poem is about me and Joey. We broke up (this is what he told me at least) because his mom said that she didn't want him in a serious relationship. About a week or two after we broke up he asked me out again at one of our school's football games. It only lasted for at the most a week, and then he said that it would be better if we went on hold. ...There is no happily ever after The fairy tale of the page before Is exactly that and nothing more The two named in it were once thought to be Of all perfect couples, the epitome But time has passed and the page has turned And now both of them have their lesson learned Forever is how long they thought it would last But forever for them is a term of the past The tears are gone as is the hate They’ve gone their separate ways according to fate The castle they lived in has been destroyed And in their hearts it left a void There is no more Queen Allie or King Joe Of the castle from long ago This is not however how their sad story ends Some day in the future they just might be friends I wrote this one after I found out that everything that Joey had told me about why we were breaking up was a lie. He really dumped me for another girl. I haven't spoken to him in over two months. A Late Christmas Poem Dear Kate I’m real sorry this is late You could say it’s cause of fate Late at night this I did create Can you tell Isn’t is swell I wish I had a jingle bell Life with Brad would be hell Rhymes are cool If you live in a pool I hate school The asshole is cruel I finished my set I want a jet Joe owes you a debt I curse the day Joe and I met Oh yeah about your gift Don’t leave it in a river to drift One million ponds I can lift If you want gold go and sift Our kingdom is AHS Girls wear bras Let’s go to some spas Have you ever seen Jaws Merry Christmas! Happy early Martin Luther King Day! Many a soldier! This one was written sometime in January. I got Katie her Christmas present really late. Brad is this really annoying guy at our school. He bugs both of us. "The asshole" is what I've been calling JOey ever since I found out that he is an unimaginable bastard. The part about finishing my set is reffering to a set that I had to build for theatre class. We had to design a set for a play. The part about Joey owing Katie a debt is true. When we were going out he borrowed some money from Katie, and I just thought that I should remind her. AHS is our society that we made up. It stands for Air Head Syndrome, or in this case Air Head Sity (city). The many a soldier thing is just a stupid inside joke between me and Katie. Possession

Jocasta: A possession, that’s all I am to them. A possession! Didn’t it
ever occur to them that I’m a human being? Do they think that I have no
feelings, that I can just forget Laius ever existed? Damn them all! He hasn’t
even been dead a week, and they want me to remarry! My poor darling
Laius, I can’t betray you like that! I won’t! When you died, I died with you.
All that’s left of me is an empty shell. Everything around me is cold and
lifeless! Look at this cold dead room with its cold floor, bare walls, and
empty bed. Everything is dead!
Do you remember, Laius, how happy we were when we found out that
we were going to be parents? I told you on that very bed. Back then, this
room didn’t seem so lifeless. Often times, I sit, and I wonder what our child
would be like now. He would be all grown up by now.
I can’t stand this silence! It just adds to the lifelessness of the room!
It’s so quite I can hear my own heart beating. Oh how I wish that it wasn’t!
This room is so bare. There’s nothing in it except a bed, some rope, and a
pin.
I cry sometimes thinking about the pin that we stuck through our poor
baby’s ankles. Laius, do you think that Teiresias was right? Do you think
that our poor baby boy would have grown up to kill you? Right now I don’t
really think that it would have mattered if our son was still alive because
you’ve been murdered anyways!
Laius, the pain of not having you here with me is too much! I don’t
want to marry again not now, not ever. I love you, and only you! I must tell
you though, that that’s not the only reason that I can’t do this. I feel the cold
chill of fear every time his name, Oedipus, is mentioned.
Do you know what Oedipus means, Laius? It means swollen foot! I
know that I’m just being stupid.
I have tasted the bitter sorrows of death before, and I am tasting them
now, but I fear that in the future, I shall taste them again.
I’m scared, Laius. I’m scared of living without you. You weren’t
supposed to die! Our son was killed so that you could live! I wasn’t
supposed to lose you both!
I hate being treated like a possession! I have feelings!
Creon wasn’t that bad of a king, I think that he should go on as king,
or if not that, then Oedipus can be king, and I’ll step down from my throne. I
can’t deal with all of this! I miss you Laius! I need you! I need a way out of
this hell that I’m living!

[Jocasta’s eyes land on the rope]

That’s it! My way out! It will all be over soon! I will join you, my
love, in death. If we can not be together in life, then life is meaningless to
me. I’m doing this for you Laius! My one regret though is not raising
children. I always wanted to be a mother.
[Jocasta puts down the rope]
I will do one thing though before I join you. I must fulfill my dream of
raising children. I promise that I won’t love Oedipus. No one can ever
replace you in my heart. There’s nothing that I can do to stop this marriage
anyhow. After all I’m just a possession.

This was actually written as a school assignment. In english we had just read Antigone, and our assignment was to take any character mentioned in the story, and expand on the story. I chose Jocasta as my character. She was Antigone's mother/grandmother. This one applies to me because of the emotions expressed in it. I looked in my diary at the entries from when Joey broke up with me. I tend to be just a little melodramatic with my diary.

Love is a Place

Emma: They laughed. They all laughed at me! All of my supposed
friends laughed at me! I can’t believe that I really thought that they were my
friends!
Jack, they laughed at me when I cried because the cafeteria reminded
me of you. That was where we first kissed. Do you remember? Of course
you don’t remember. You can’t remember! You’re dead! Why did you have
to leave me? I need you.
Nobody understands, Jack. They all think that I’m just being
melodramatic. They all say that just because we’re 15 that it couldn’t have
been love. But it was love! I loved you then, and I love you now!
Why’d you do it? Whatever it was, you could’ve talked to me about it.
We would have worked something out. That note that you left didn’t do
much to console me.
Dear Emma,
I love you, but there are some things that even love can’t conquer. I
have problems that you couldn’t even imagine, and I don’t want to get you
involved. This has nothing to do with you. Please don’t blame yourself.
Even if you were here, there’s nothing that you could do to stop me. My
mind’s made up. I know what I have to do. I’ll always love you.
Love,
Jack
Even if you were here there’s nothing that you could do to stop me?
What do you mean there’s nothing that I could’ve done? I know that if I had
been there things would have turned out differently. Jack, my heart is
breaking. You made me realize that I was special. You showed me that I do
matter, and when you needed me to be there for you, I wasn’t there.
Everything that happened in my life before I met you is meaningless,
as is everything that has happened since your suicide.
It makes me so angry that no one thinks that it’s possible to be in love
just because of our age. Is age really what matters? Are they saying that if
soulmates meet before they are 21, then it won’t be love? How old do you
have to be for love to be real?
I don’t care what they think about our relationship. It was real. I
know it, and you know it, and that’s all that matters.
I miss everything about you. You can’t imagine how difficult it is
being here without you. My best friend in the whole world, the one person
that I could tell anything to, is gone. Gone forever.
I always thought that we would grow up, get married, have kids,
become grandparents, and grow old together, but now that’ll never happen.
You know the saying, you always hurt the ones you love? Well, I see just
how true it is now. I know that you loved me despite all of my flaws, yet still
you hurt me in the worst way possible. You left.
When you were here, I felt like I belonged to the world. Now that
you’re gone, I’m a lonely soul floating aimlessly throughout the world. You
were my guide on the path of life, and without you I’m lost.
Jack, I can’t deal with this anymore. I know that it’s only been about
a month, and everyone says that it will get easier, but I know that although
that may apply to others in similar situations, it doesn’t apply to me. This
will never get any easier. It will only get harder, as the days pass and the
realization that you’re gone forever sets in on me.
I have no one here to help me deal with this. You were the only one
who understood me.
My love for you was what kept me going, but it’s getting harder with
everyone saying that it wasn’t really love. I know that it was love. That love
kept me going, and now, in the end, it’s also what’s tearing me apart.
I suppose that you could say that it’s almost like a drug. Love, that is.
I was down when we met, and your love helped me to get out of my rut, and
up into the clouds.
I can’t live without your love, so it’s now clear what I have to do.
Juliet said to Romeo, “ and all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay, and follow thee
my lord throughout the world”. Now it’s my turn to follow you throughout
the world or after world.
I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together, and the only way
that we can be together is in death.
In your note you said that there was nothing that I could do to stop
you. Now, there’s nothing that you can do to stop me. I’m coming to join
you, Jack!
[Emma opens a nearby window that’s on the 4th floor]
They say that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have
loved at all. I think that whoever said that is the wisest man who ever lived.
I’m going to make up my own saying now. Love is the place where two
perfectly harmonious souls meet, and live. In that place, nothing matters.
Not age, race, religion or anything. That, Jack is where I met you.
[Emma puts her feet through the window, then the rest of her body. Takes
one look inside, and jumps]

This one I just wrote on a whim of inspiration. Once again it's based on me and Joey. I think that I was feeling really depressed that day because it would have been our 9 month anniversary.

I’ve Been Told I’ve been told that my stories are depressing. But I say, hey I’m just expressing The feelings I keep Inside of me deep Along with everything that’s stressing. When I feel I’m under a lot of stress, I go to my computer and I press All the keys that I need To make my story read How I feel no more and no less. My feelings come out in a flood of poems and tragedies with blood. They’re not based on me But rather things that I see That help me to express all this crud. I’ve been told that I’m obsessed with a play. Reading Romeo and Juliet can make my day. I’m not really obsessed. I think it’s the best, But what’s wrong with that anyway? I’ve been told that life isn’t fair But I’ve learned of something that’s rare You make your own fate It’s what you create So make it evenhanded if you dare. Learned many things have I Some things that would make you cry But one of the best Better than all of the rest Is that the thing that hurts most is a lie. This was written because I showed my story, Love is a Place, to a teacher, and he said that it was depressing. Not a good depressing, though.

This is everything that I have written so far that I feel is worth being on the internet. I will continue to write more, and will be adding each new treasure to this site.

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