but my parents dont care, well thats **** lost. Smoking up ciggerates I find on the streets, an escape says my brain from all this tragicness, im 15 years old, throwing my life away, just waiting for the end, yeah that final day, memories and thoughts haunting my head, its dark...
Sorry about that ^.^
Anyway, I recently wrote a song:
Dying, crying, trying
Every time I see you shaking
Lying with my mind, oh whoa
Your heart keeps still from breaking
Eyes so red, the pain you bled
Holding together, but you wanna die instead
No, you can't steal my love
If I spent more time on it, it could end up a novel. It has the feeling of a prologue.
She could hardly recall a time when the fire hadn't consumed her, when the flames hadn't flown on wings of shadow through her head, coursed through her veins, sounded in every slow, drawn...
work not crying. I barely made it home.It really looks like my dreams are over. This was my last chance, and I gave everything I had, and it wasn't good enough. Except it was, it really was. I got recommendations from all the editors, everyone said how big of a help I've been...
share with you this morning, but i cannot seem to find them. They usually come to me like droplets of water falling from the grey skies on a rainy day. They usually wait to be herded onto the paper before me like grazing cattle on an open field. They usually yearn to be read...
Held against my chest
The gun is yours
The bullets are providedDeadly at their touch
This is my everything
My trust in you
You possess the knowledgeYou know every fear
Don't pull the trigger
I beg of you
Don't lose your coolStay close to me
Hold on, don't hesitate
It's an abstract written for a might-have-been.
I've always said that I would die for our love, and now it feels as though it's happened.
How could such happiness so abruptly morph into such discord, such agony? How could you love me one day, and not the next?
I.There once was a beautiful field,A lush verdant paradiseHidden far away, concealedFrom the world's darkness and vice.Every spring after winter had thawedThe children would trickle out in ones and twosAnd play by the lakeside with their fishing rodsAnd footballs, with no need...
I have a tenuous relationship with cameras. While I think photography is an art form and a powerful one at that, I don't think it should be a substitute for experience. I kind of dislike how everyone has a camera to document every trivial part of their lives. Most people are not...
They arrived at the club at 11: Ian, Émile, Kevin, and Troy.
The music was already loud, and they hadn't even gotten through to the entrance yet. The long line streamed out of the front door, filled with bigger, better looking guys than Ian. He hadn't even wanted to come out in...
just another lonely dream away. A heart breaks, just an ache. Who tortures it tonight? Yourself, the victim, and the one at stake.
Forgiveness has never came as hard as the night you gave yourself away. A heart breaks, just an ache. Who tortures your thoughts tonight? Yourself...
?? He will be coming to talk to me in a day or two. He left me cuz we fight to much but he might want To get back together.
I wanna be free
But not without you holding me
And baby I am one to see
Of the river valley.
Of all the oceans, lakes, the sky
And all the stars...
Heck, I don't even know completely what this is that I'm feeling
I doubt words would ever be enough to express it anyways
But if I try if I try really hard to jot it down so much comes to my mind
gold leaves shiver
through cracks of time
rays of sun flicker
through the crying sky
in my ballroom dress
clouds above leaps through the sky
gold leaves dangle blow in the wind
why must we be jealous
think more deeply
I haven't felt exactly myself these past few days. Sad, easily annoyed, even angry. And I never get angry. But these things happen. Emotions build up over a long period of time until they finally start dribbling out. I distract myself and cordon myself off from the world...
and dirt. The day's toils had left its pungent mark on him, but she didn't seem to mind somehow as she lay her divine face against his chest, her eyes looking into his. He felt something stir in him, something climbing up from depths he never knew he had. He kissed her forehead...
just a sun peak volcano in the distant sky, as if seeing a "great force of endless energies" a deeper awakening
beyond, the hearts of humanity through an energetic oneness with unity.
as being a full moon gateway to other dimensions. Level of awakening the hearts of...
face of god is not gone
in the flowers smiles
aqua black drop sky
pure transcendent sun
ascends to astonish
the angels in heaven
who keep the light
of their loved ones
enshrined in angelic voices
one is so rich and full
so many inner worlds
outer world is joy...
over a year. I don't know why I decided to come back... And I don't know why I remembered my username. But anyways I read through all my old stories which was pretty painful considering that things didn't end good between my first ex and I.
Basically what happened was that...
i wouldnt feel anything
id be free like a wind and still get fed
id scratch the ones who touch me and make furious sounds
look at the sun with proud eyes
and move in the dark with no fears
i wish i were a cat !
i first heard of trolls quite some time ago and i still dont get it. all new people eventually ask what trolls are and its always some vague answer. ive never been privy to the people that seem to know about them. ive never seen one that i know of. i am a bit insecure like...
and i wrote it down. i wrote it as a story so it would be easier to understand
She was there, surrounded by all this darkness and the darkness had hands and they were reaching out towards her and Im trying to fight them off. im kicking and punching and tearing and breaking...
You do not know me Lady , But I know that you're real.I ask about you often . And do care how you feel . We share a common interest , and share a common bond . But i am here and you are there miles across the pond .He loves so most dearly and his heart is yours to own. I listen...
I have a heart that sometimes cries,
i wonder if someone can hear,
i can feel it again,this sadness,
i know i feel it..
I can wait for some words,
one tight hug,
letting me by ur side to sleep,
my tears to kiss,
but im on my own
in the night,
in the day,
one out.I just can't stop thinking about her, I have to at least try. This time, I don't feel as scared as I used to as when in this situation in the past. If she's not interested, at least I'll know. And when I do have occasion to ask her, that is, when I get another job out of...
passages for thought."Suicide is a very deep subject, but since you are interested, I will try to explain my thoughts to you.Throughout history, we Japanese have always appreciated suicide. For us it is a beautiful thing that gives meaning and shape and honor to our lives...
It's depressing to keep applying to jobs and hearing nothing back. I so badly want to work, to get out of the damn house and do something that means the world to me, but the world isn't letting me, at least not yet. Sometimes I think I should just give up and apply to law school...
for me, that she called my name from a far away place. So i set out to find her. I searched every forest but she was not there. I explored every mountain but she was not there. I traversed every desert but still, she was nowhere to be found. Finally, after i had traveled all the...
Eyes closed,deep wounds that noone feels,
bleeding since birth,
she lives for everyone n noone.
She sleeps in the cemetery,by her angel which is one with her,
-her suffering feels.
She remembers what she has built but shes
always bound to him.
Her soul was connected...
of Banal I spend my days treading the murky waters of Misery Canal Kicking, squirming, water-churning, drowning in the surf of a sickening spell I witness time and the changing of seasons from my dark and dreary well
A couple of days ago, there was some sort of question about if the military draft were back, would they take people who have mental problems. I answered, as is typical, not the question, but what the question made me think about, and that is that I would not fight if there were a...
It's time to take a break.I love you, EP, I really do, but you **** me off sometimes.Flagging should be a privilege, not a right, since so many people abuse the hell out of it, either to flag something they disagree (the horror) with or to simply mess with someone that they don't...
skip, catch. That's all there is to it when I twirl the staff. There are a lot of names of the movements of this tool turned weapon; beautiful metaphors for a somewhat sinister purpose.
Skip, catch, skip, catch, the staff whirls like a typhoon in front of me. It warps reality in...
Welcome to my autumnal garden of paradise delightsAt times it can be dark, beauty smoldering joy, amidst riotous flowering moody colors.Soon bright serenity and pristine comfort.Be willing to dirty your hands freeing your mind !Feel the grass wet on bare feet, cool mist pollinate...
I've always been hesitant to put up myself as a profile picture here. I've mostly used avatars, whether it be a picture I like, something I felt at the time, or my recent stint of Hobbes-related pictures, I rarely had my face up there. And I never really thought...
words'...an irreplaceable feeling of realizing words never being enough...and in the same moment realizing that you have nothing but words...words imprint my every thought,my every creation...its like the currency through which I encash my indefinable experiences ..so much so...
i died a little that day. I thought giving you my all would strengthen our bond, how was I to know that it would only tear us down. You promised me I could trust you, your actions said otherwise. I wonder, five years from now would you remember me? Or would I just be an...
A butterfly sees the beauty of the world,
sees the ocean,sees the mountains,
sees changes,the nature n more beyond walls.
She hears of a sweet melody,
happy or sad,
music from ppl's hearts,
music when the city dream n dance.
She feels the peace,the courage when ppl...
your laugh.I love your hair, whether down, in a bun, or braided around the sides.I love how you crane your neck to the side when you're looking down at someone's desk.I love how starkly straight-up you sit at your desk; puts my posture to shame.I love your legs. Dear god, your...
It has been a long journey dealing with the passing of my Mom. This,Thanksgiving is the anniversary of living my life minus a Mother.The seasons of life and how they are played out. The time is like yesterday no matter how long any loss is. When I first started out this journey...
When angels hold your hands You just can't hit the ground They'll take you high and high And never let you down when angels hold ur hands u know ur not alone but u have someone that shows care, they love u without asking something and they never leave by ur side u call...
My heart doesn't know; it wanders, it strays, it leaves and it stays, and so has it been for all of its days, but the Earth opens up to your delicate touch, the nightingale croons her crestfallen tune. The autumn swallows you up in its embrace. I looked, I almost.. then...
explain this to you in a way that you might understand. I’ll try to start from the beginning, but even that might not be enough. You see, when I was little, when I was growing up, throughout my childhood, my parents ignored me. They never showed any interest in what I was...
Where did the time go?
It's been about four and a half years since I was last in a relationship. That was all the way back in my freshman year of college, and at that point, I feel I was headed in a mostly good direction. I liked the girl I was with, I was...
truth in my life I can't even begin to explain but that's a lie, I know exactly what I'm going through.
I spy with my all seeing eye, this entity that is love, an infinite being I breathe as I long to weave this thing to a beautiful tapestry of a future with you and my dreams...