your corpse looks so elegant
The outside of your corpse looks so divine, so unscathed by the worries of the world
As you approach closer, you see the glass mirroring what it wants you to see
You tap the glass, and it shatters where you tapped
Exposing horrifying and disturbing...
I look around me
Death hides behind the shrieks of terror
The cold, ominous wind replaces what was once a prosperous village
What is left is a timer
A timer that ticks down to the moment every memory of the town has perished
The sun's rays drip out of the...
That's not what I think it is.
I think its a guidance of my own.
A spirit that sits outside of me,
Probably tied to a string.
It sits above like a lull of company.
He's been above me not out of guidance,
For she doesn't tell me choices.
Just yanks at me and often lures me.
just a dream, until it's not.
Reach beneath consciousness,
this fleshed-out reality,
and take hold of a whole new world, no magic carpet needed.
A house of mirrors reflecting
the innermost thoughts of man
where life is breathed into
every throw-away moment,
out of the blue,
trying to express but as usual, words don't match the feelings..
Like a soft breeze that springs out of nowhere,
like a beautiful composition that just comes out of the musical instrument,
like mixing all ingredients turns out to be something flavorsome just...
There's nothing to fear
There's nothing to lose
Now that time has passed on
What a beautiful lie
Such a beautiful heart
Broken into millions of fragments
There's everything to fear
There's hell to play
I've never known before how much I can ache
Nothing but a broken...
at times, how much I convince myself to believe in me. There's nothing I can do right, and no one deserves to see the true side of me. The mess, the hot and then cold, confused scared small child. The one that constantly has to defend herself against everything and everyone. Why...
years gone to a waste
an increasing waist
a welcome bigger rack
yet I know I'm still a fool
this doesn't make sense
because this(me) doesn't make sense
abortion thongs and bleeding love
hazelnut chocolate but no bubblegum
swallowing is yummy
I ain't talking...
Sometimes when I'm in the mood I can write & write & write for weeks or months on end like it was an Olympic sport :D
However at the moment I have writers block!
I sooooo hope to get back in the mood for writing again soon :D
the earth cracks,
everything's dried up..
Dryness and dead leaves..
Nature looks all shriveled and tired..
And then the rains..
Nature seems so alive, full of life..
And the cycle of seasons repeats..
Don't we go through the same too?
I need to tell you about my day; whether it was good or bad. I need to tell you about the petty things that happened. Things such as which doctor/patient pissed me off or what I had for lunch. Things like the silly mistakes I did. I want to ask you about your day too. I want...
"Do or do not, there is no try"Uncertainty is an evil ***** that is stuck in the back of your head. Where will I go? What will I do? Where will I be in 2 months?Of course life is all about uncertainty. You don't know where life will lead you, or even if you will live to see...
Unkempt and undressed
wearing only your heart on your sleeve
Bathed in knowledge and creativity
Please pour yourself into me
Raw real rough
Satiate saturate me
Smell sight sound
Visceral vices immerse me
Wickedly willfully fill...
Most of the time she loves and he hates.
She wishes she could go back to when try both love.
She tries, he doesn't, he tries she doesn't.
Why can't this love ever work?
She want him more than anything but, all he wants is to push her further and further away.
for some feedback. Growing up in a small lousiana town, every boy grows the same. Same hobbies, same interests, same skills. I didn't grow up that way, I didn't spend time with those boys. I spent time dreaming, sticking to my close circle of friends and no one else. I was never...
but not cheap and sleazy
I'll do your taxes on form 1040EZ
When spring comes, time to plant grass
Get some Scotts EZseed, too easy
And in my dreams I'm imagining
I've got an acre, lush and green and
When its time to mow I've got a
John Deere EZ Trak
my heart a bed of pain. I have only tried to love, I have only found hurt. And you. You. Yes there you are? Who are you? I don't know who I am. Why are you asking me when I should question your sanity, please sanctify me with hope. I can't keep washing in the pool of drought...
real to begin with.
Missing someone who im not quiet sure was there to begin with. Like a mirage or waking up from a dream that was too good to be true. Missing something inside. Not sure if ill find the piece or live long enough to give a damn.
i don't have to deal with the judging because life itself goes forward and judgement doesn't have a place.
but I attract gorgeous souls who like me in some a way, they're fantastic and I am usually quite proud with being in their vicinity but at the same time I've closed my...
movies where the protagonist flies out from under the sheets in a harrowing gasp or scream. No sweat pouring from my face, no heavy breathing, no terror or ill feeling- I just awoke. I am the protagonist of this confusion, an illusion we call reality where everyone sees in...
for lunch and lectured me about how my coat is dry clean only.
I was like "really?"
He said "yeah" then he had me turn around so he could look at the tag.
He looked at my collar to try to read the tag, but he couldn't find it.
Then with his hands he pushed me to turn me...
They sat out on the back porch, the sun beginning to lean on the barbed wire fence line bordering her 80 acres and the neighbor's 283 acres of corn. Side by side on the pine swing, Memphis and her best friend of 8 years took turns nipping the Jim Beam; she knocked back...
Pain is all I can think about
It's all I feel...Pain.
It's surrounding me, suffocating me with its viscous claws
I thought I had finally escaped its horrid grasp
But it has trapped me again
Pain. Pain. Pain.
Is all I feel throughout my body
I try to ignore it, but its pounding...
and get stopped by a cop in the parking lot. That never looks good to employers.
I fit a discription I guess. But I was not the one they were looking for.
I was having a "oh what did I do now," moment.
up at random feeling an urgency that had no reason. i think, what the hell i shouldn't be doing this screw it up. i noticed i was clicking the mouse so fast my finger was stumbling over itself. click click,tap, click tap tap. sounded like music suddenly and then added the long...
and not like school things when i'm there lol. I only write my thoughts and stupid poems basically, wherever i am. I have over 300 notes in my phone with only my thoughts, but i feel so much better after writing, someone else???
facing the mirror
Thinking I'd be living off the fat of the land
I'm dying while alive, Living while dead
The sheer agony is what I'm trying to represent.
In this haze I'm the blind wight lacking foresight, getting stabbed in a fight of my plight, hurting so bad that I wake...
I just feel like writing. free writing sounds good. I'll do that.
something is coming. I feel it in my bones. things are changing, and I feel like I'm the only one who sees it. like I'm standing in the eye of a hurricane, safe. calm. surrounded by love and protection staring...
because. idk why.
everything seems like its running around in my mind so fast,i cant stop spinning.
this terrible feeling. this uneasy feeling.
anxiousness. or just plain old,over thinking. idk.
scared. worried. sad. lonely. everything. you name it. i run the gambit of it,most...
One fine day, Rachel was reading The first Twilight book. She was so into the book that she didn't heard the door bell. The door bell rang again. This time she put the book down on her bed. She lived in a one bedroom apartment on busy street in busy downtown area of Vancouver...
and wide. it as lonesome as i am.
no bodies to speak of.
just the cold wind, and the sound of creatures.
i wander and stumble. i crawl and i scrape by.
not sure where i am going. not sure if i even care why.
all i know is for certain, is that i know nothing.
i live for the sake...