when I was sad. I didn't have the guts to send it. But I am posting it now.
I miss you
I need you
Please don't go away
I need you to know
If you should go
I'm not okay
I need the dawn of a new day
You were my friend
my pulse races on
There is a band, and it's playing my song
Love carries me high wherever I go
Where I stop is no man's know
Sweet as sugar, tasty and divine
I have a love, and it's mine
Smile so complete, voice so peaceful
My pace goes on and my heart feels gentle
theaters, I saw it. I then went home and wrote about it. I tried writing as an entertained fan but whenever I write about movies and TV shows, it brings out the writer in me. Here is what I wrote about my favorite dance movie of all time Step Up.
Step Up is an amazing movie...
.gently...it's gonna win..
Inhale...exhale...the air is thin
Just breathe.. just keep breathing
The pain I'm feeling
I don't know where it's coming
My whole being is aching
I feel like every bone in my body is breaking
Tears crawling gently from my eyes
It hurts just to hide...
to blanket the bedside window
whenever sirens came by.
And shielded me with her bone-
shielded my ears from the sound of gunshots
and breaking glass.
Morning's cape of old nightmares
found her wide eyed on the
spring struck mattress,
white powder scattered from...
I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper.
I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
The taste of your kiss
Our tongues entwined
All of my demons
Submissive to you
Watching you gently
Break me in two
I want to feel your pain
Driving into me
Because I self destruct
I'll play the martyr
Just erase this ache
Kiss me harder
let him go ; let go of her
We can't let go unless we're sure
For something that can dislocate
Something cold to numb the ache
Something to be our next mistake
Something like love lying in wait
Satans got his eyes on me
With marked intent , selfishly
The cross I wear...
that is my life
I was born with challenges and a sensitive heart
I carry on though whether I get roses or darts
I go the extra step with every breath I take
I talk to my friends with every move I make
People stop and stare and wonder at me
People give my heart a reason to go...
alone. It exists untouched, unhindered and unquantifiable. It is to state that there is infinite possibility set to a finite time, at which point it meets the now. And in that crossing, in that time, we can find blinding and uncertain a world for one to grasp. And so I want to...
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feels like days.
When will the time speed up?
Will it ever speed up?
The uncertainty is driving me insane,
I want the seconds to feel like seconds!
The minutes to feel like minutes!
When my eyes are open it's like an unending day,
Hate is strong but love is stronger. Hate lasts long but love lasts longer. Hate tastes bitter but love tastes sweeter. Hate is deadly but love is lively. Hate is a fire that burns the soul. Love is a fire that makes you glow. Hate is a weed that chokes you out. Love is a seed...
I am planning for it to be a series. Let me know what you guys think, and if you want to see more :D ! http://www.wattpad.com/story/32273720
*PLEASE TAKE NOTICE, THERE IS STRONG LANGUAGE USED IN THIS STORY. SOME VIEWERS MAY BE OFFENDED. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.*
makes life more precious.
Fragile objects are valued more, because we know how easily they may be taken from us.
Having experienced the total loss of happiness
Gives me more incentive to love life
Sometimes we fear the things we shouldn't fear
It comes unexpectedly, in all...
and cold sweat
Move across my untouched flesh
My bruises are fading
And I'm contemplating
Ways to entangle myself in your web
Cold air in my face and I only taste you
Unfair , but I wait and I crave only you
A sickness of desire
And scenes in my mind
Your touch gets me...
Feels like she desires me
Not in that sexual, lustful ..way
She admires me... Intrigued
to learn more..
She surprises me,
I surprises her
I'm like a Chemistry project,
Plus our Chemistry
is like a
mathematically algebraic equation
We've yet to...
dreaming of me,
as i often dream of her.
When i'm awake,
i see the life,
that will one day be.
A field of green,
children at play,
oh what a glorious and wonderful day.
To wake up,
and not be alone,
to have someone to hold,
hours of this day, remembering her sweet name
Haunting me with this memory of what it should be,
Yet I'm here now the ghost of loves past standing still upon this path
seeking her hand..
waiting for her imbrace beyond this space beyond the distance and beyond the prision...
trying to mentally unwind
I reaped someone's mean oats as he wanted them to be mine
I don't deal with stress how most people do
I must pass this test for it is my daily refreshing dew
He roams EP land and gave no time to waste
Ain't that grand? I wait for my smile to return to...
Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing? I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
though I'm beautiful
Even though my souls for sale
My dark skin slowly going pale
The rush of my blood going stale
I can rise like a Phoenix
From ashes to freedom
A goddess like Venus
But you'll never see this
I am merely a formality
Abstract from your reality
to wash away the thorny strife
We all have destiny and we all have hope
We can use the sunshine as a natural high, our own medicated dope
We all have a journey
We all get stampeded
We all have an adventure
Continuing on is what is needed
You don’t know me...but you want to be with me. If you only had the guts to be real about yourself then you would admit your desires for me.
You need “a girl like me.” So you can point your finger and say…”That’s the bad one. The *#itch that can’t be trusted to...
I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance...
Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
I think not.
Do you know your soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would embrace each others choices, no matter what they may be.
Do you know his heart?
I think not.
Do you know his soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would honor his masculinity and raise him up in times if...
or 13, I fancied myself a songwriter. The result was a lot of not so great poetry about love. New love, lost love, I wrote it all. Do you remember how much you knew about love at that age? Then again, everything is so dramatic and important as a teenager, maybe that is the...
in my head, and my computer is full of random stories that I've written down but never finished. And I have notebooks upon notebooks of all the writing that I've done. And I'm still trying to write two books as well. Writers block in these subjects sucks though.
I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School. I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university. He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
You pay attention to what's reaping cause it's worth knowing
What do you do when hate sends a gift
You hold on to love so you don't go adrift
What do you do when your light goes out
You find a reason to dance, maybe even scream and shout
What do you do when your body...
and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky.
The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
her vulnerable heart and her exposed mindAnd as she stepped into his safety and rested her head overhis heart and she found the blissfull comfort,she heard the steady rhythmic beating of his heartand it was then that she knew....She closed her eyes and whispered“Please don...
I can't keep up
I can see you there in the distance
Wait for me!
My legs are moving but I seem to be going so slow
Do you hear me calling your name?
The mist is enveloping
I can't see my hands
Your form is disappearing
I think you've gone too far ahead
I am lost
I am alone
Your denial, self loathing, it never erases
The events, the experiences, inside you they hide
Consuming your soul
Your True purpose denied
Existing with turmoil, life filled with despair
You keep telling yourself, "this is so unfair"
So follow your instincts and work...
Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
such a mistake
How did I let it go that far
What began as a night of friendship
Turned to much much more
All the old memories
Id filed away from way back when
Feelings of love and sadness
The agony when you walked away
Came flooding back in droves
There I was again
A spinning compass
A shredded map
Your fingertips across my lips
Tiny little slivers
With the shards left from words
That I spoke in reverse
Mixed anger with hurt
And you tasted it first
Open my mouth and the devil comes out