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Don't let me forgetDon't let me forget
the words that I want
the words that I need
Don't let me forget
that come in a spur of a moment
and have the chance to become something great
Don't let me forget
that I have created
with all of their details
down to their last flaw
Don't let me forget
the worlds and places
ones that are my own
and others that already exist
Don't let me forget
how all these things come together
to make something magical
Let me remember
i will rest by the river and bloomi have eaten so many cherries i have lost count,
my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching.
with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds
look like little organs, little stone hearts:
i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach
like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will
grow slowly though my stomach and my bloodstream, maybe they will
burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,
a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie
apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.
my bad decisions will touch the sky.
I have your number, SeabirdHis bathroom is small and bleak. The mirror
shows your reflection in seven colors which
haven't been named on the red-blue-yellow
spectrum. Your eyes are shaking like eggs
and he hasn't said your name in a year. You
think of everything he calls you: Jay, Jaybird,
Rose if he's playful. He told you particles of
every man he's slept with are in the carpet
when he pulled your head back to look into
your pupils. Your eyes are black. They run,
raw and rotten from fluorescence overhead.
He told you the shrooms weren't the same.
If you don't like LSD, you might feel better
trying something more natural. It grows
like marijuana: from the ground. But
JuniorFinally, an upperclassman
The year seems to fly by
As you wait for the coveted title of Senior
But you feel stuck
As your boyfriend is off at college
And you are still here
And you want him to come back
And you hope he comes back
So you get promise rings
So he has to promise to come back
And sometimes he comes back every weekend
And sometimes not for a month
And sometimes promises are broken
And you are up until the early morning
Meanwhile, you are suddenly aware of how
Different you are from everyone
All your friends are picture-perfect
Cookie-cutter representations of
The Ideal Teenager
And every morning, you
Queen of HypocrisyVixen, vixen, pretty little vixen. Why you be vexin'? You think you're so stunning, you think you're so mighty,
you think you're so clever, but really you're so naughty.
With coat as red as flame, and the visage of friendly appeal, you draw people in close
just so you could make them burn and kneel. Why, vixen, why are you so mean?
Do you really think so low of yourself you have to demean?
You speak philosophically, you speak like a sage, but your words are lies woven by the deranged.
You're modest upon sight, I'll give you that, but once people think they know you,
you strike and bite. You can't stand to be questioned, you have to be
The Stage of LifeThe lights flare up,
glaring at me,
sirens screaming their judgements.
I stand in front of the light,
made up on the stage of life.
The gun's in my hands,
the body's on the ground,
the blood's decorating the floor.
Tired, rehearsed shouts echo,
"You have the right to remain silent..."
"Please, son, can you tell me you didn't do it..?"
"anything you say can and will be used against you..."
"You've always been such a good boy,
tell the policeman the truth..."
"You're innocent until proven guilty."
You want the truth?
That wasn't in the script,
honesty was never written...
Do you expect me to spill,
explode with all these secret
FakeIn my mind,
I see the light.
The light shines in my eyes,
Causing me to be blind.
The blindness makes me see things,
Things like the future.
I feel dizzy,
My world is turning.
I see the light,
It blinks in my vision.
Oh, how I could’ve been good for you,
Don’t be so cruel to me.
People crowd around,
I want to see what’s going on.
Alas, I see a dreadful thing,
A boy is crying.
People are laughing,
Picking on him because he’s weak.
I push through the crowd,
Extending a hand towards him.
He smiles, grins with tears in his eyes,
He grabs my hand.
I pull him up and hug him,
I’m finally wanted.
Elements of ChangeWhat is it that makes this different?
Is the air different?
What fills my lungs, is that the change?
What in this is not the same?
Is it the way my hair falls?
What brushes my shoulders, is that the change?
What holds the alteration?
Is it in the steps down the street?
What moves my being, is that the change?
lily pads.I let you crack me open
and allowed your sadness
to fill my empty chest.
Tears; like sea salt
on my ribcage–
From the nourishment
of your remorse,
flowers began to bloom
inside the crevice
of my breastbone.
Tick tockTick tock
Time is running out.
Don't you dare waste it.
Doesn't matter if you look.
Up,down left or right.
Won't cheat this time.
Stuck on a question I see.
Didn't you studied last night?
Tsk, tsk shame on you.
You see,i'm the clock that's hangs in every classroom.
Tick tock I am the clock.
Should I slow down for your sake?
Need more time?
No can do!
I wont wait for you.
I go slow, when you don't want to.
I go fast when you desperately need more.
Isn't it funny?
To see all your faces.
Tick tock minutes are seconds now.
Better scribble down your last answers
For I declare it is o
Choice Between Two WomenTwo choices stand before you, at your left and at your right,
Both ladies passionate for you, landing you with a plight;
Who would you choose to be your wife,
To live with her till death, for the rest of your life?
Would you choose the woman who glows with grace?
With her long silky hair framing her beautiful face?
Whose tainted heart lies beneath the fake facade,
A heart so dark, her beauty flawed?
Or would you go with the girl whose scarred face horrifies all?
Whose horrid appearance cause eyes to fall?
Whose looks, however, is betrayed by her soul,
A kind-hearted aura that envelops her whole?
As the two women stand before you, the
Story of Evil (Fairy Tail Ver)Hey guys! Haven't published something in ages! IM STILL ALIVE XD. I wanted to start a new story, even though I have like 4 other stories to do, I will be updating them very soon, maybe tomorrow. I will give you some info about my other stories.
The Demon boy and The Girl- Is still alive, I have written the chapter, but haven't got around uploading it. GOMENASAI .
Anyways... onto this one. I've been obsessed with Kagamine Rin and Len, well for a long time. And I LOVE THE STORY OF EVIL (if you dunno them, its like a bunch of songs that makes a sad story that I love) and I decided, why not make a Fairy Tail ver.
I've been in love with the songs
the writer's diseasemy conversations become
blurs of i-miss-you's
littered on the cold floor of empty promises.
you deserve something more than
silhouettes of words, casting shadows onto my heart
filling it with tricks of light
that try to hide away the darkness.
sit down and stay for a while--
except i'm going to go
because i never learned how to keep
the beautiful things
for more than a little at a time;
i'm left chain smoking words like cigarettes
one word after the other after the other,
exhaling them all with my cancer
and my thick, black lungs.
and they say a cigarette takes seven minutes
from your life--
yet these words take memories from mine,
what comes is better than what came beforea man, once,
of whom i am quite fond
for his green eyes
came up to me and inquired
how he might look
with the barrel of a gun
in his mouth.
the cheekbones for it,
but i think
you'd look better at
the bottom of the ocean
or with a rope around your
lulled safely to sleep
in my arms
on a warm afternoon,
on your forehead
on your lap.
UnavoidableAvoiding the unavoidable
Breaking the unbreakable
Conning the character of
Fighting for more time
Getting and taking all it needs
Hell is selfish, selfish indeed.
I watch from the window
Jeering calls, bring people to their
Like toy soldiers they fall to the ground.
Men and women alike
Never again to see the light of day
Only in my memory do they live on.
People running and screaming
Quickly the dead start to fade.
Racing to rescue those few
That are left
Unable to escape the
Vile, nightmare world
World war may bring.
15 Days is Too EarlyYes.
It sucks that
bone marrow is
in your blood stream
after you broke your leg.
You deserve to be
supported by the
school and to know
people care about you.
But here's the truth.
You're a jackass to my friends.
So I dont support you.
I do feel bad and hope you get better.
But I dont support you.
And here's more truth.
If the same thing happened to me,
no one would
start events on facebook
create facebook likes
make pep rallies in my honor
put up posters with my last name and number (if I had one) everywhere
close the library off so people can make cards and go through 'counseling'
Fourteen is kind of a FourSATS
Calls me into life
And brings me to the point of no return.
Life is only what you give
Even the President says so
Because we all need to do good in school.
This is why teachers annoy me,
because this is all that is told to me now.
Thirteen is Number StupidityJust because
I love life
doesnt give you
a right to annoy
the living hell
out of me.
Twelve Days And HomeworkI dont have time
to read a poem
and answer your
five little questions.
I have a life to play
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