The Girl Who Dreamt of Never Being AloneThere was a time,Where I never smiled.It was time in which I never cared much.Not for anyone,Not for anything.When I was younger,People thought it was just a phase.That I'd soon over come my shyness,And have friends.But I never changed.People grew scared,Thinking I had some type of black magic in me.They thought I was depressed,Or that I had secrets I couldn't tell anybody.They sent me to many strange people,To therapists dressed in covers of white.But nothing ever changed.Their worries grew into disgust.Their stares of pity,Into painful stares of hatred.The kind and scared words became sharper.And each one,Left a new scar on my heart.The truth is,I didn't care.Not for anyone,Not for anything.Right? They could do what they wanted.It wouldn't bother me.My walls grew so tall,My heart... It turned to stone.At the age of nine,I was just empty.I didn't feel anything,Only dull and hollow.I felt like a doll.Emotionless.Only thing
Don't let me forgetDon't let me forgetthe words that I wantthe words that I needto writeto typeto sayDon't let me forgetthe ideasthat come in a spur of a momentand have the chance to become something greatDon't let me forgetthe peoplethe creaturesthe godsthe demonsthe heroesthe villainsthat I have createdwith all of their detailsdown to their last flawDon't let me forgetthe worlds and placesones that are my ownand others that already existDon't let me forgethow all these things come togetherto make something magicalLet me remembermy story
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 seedslook like little organs, little stone hearts:i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomachlike bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees willgrow slowly though my stomach and my bloodstream, maybe they willburst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombieapocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.my bad decisions will touch the sky.
JuniorFinally, an upperclassmanThe year seems to fly byAs you wait for the coveted title of SeniorBut you feel stuckAs your boyfriend is off at collegeExperiencing And you are still hereWaitingAnd you want him to come backAnd you hope he comes backSo you get promise ringsSo he has to promise to come backAnd sometimes he comes back every weekendAnd sometimes not for a monthAnd sometimes promises are brokenAnd you are up until the early morningFightingMeanwhile, you are suddenly aware of howDifferent you are from everyoneAll your friends are picture-perfectCookie-cutter representations of The Ideal TeenagerAnd 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
I have your number, SeabirdHis bathroom is small and bleak. The mirrorshows your reflection in seven colors whichhaven't been named on the red-blue-yellowspectrum. Your eyes are shaking like eggsand he hasn't said your name in a year. Youthink of everything he calls you: Jay, Jaybird,Rose if he's playful. He told you particles ofevery man he's slept with are in the carpetwhen he pulled your head back to look intoyour 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 bettertrying something more natural. It grows like marijuana: from the ground. But
The Stage of LifeThe lights flare up,glaring at me,accusing 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?No.
lily pads.I let you crack me open and allowed your sadnessto fill my empty chest.Tears; like sea salt on my ribcage–From the nourishment of your remorse, flowers began to bloominside the crevice of my breastbone.
Tick tockTick tockTime 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.StressingWorkingNervousAnd confused.Tick tock minutes are seconds now.Better scribble down your last answersFor I declare it is o
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'slittered 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 gobecause i never learned how to keepthe beautiful thingsfor more than a little at a time;i'm left chain smoking words like cigarettesone word after the other after the other,exhaling them all with my cancerand my thick, black lungs.and they say a cigarette takes seven minutesfrom your life--yet these words take memories from mine,str
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
UnavoidableAvoiding the unavoidableBreaking the unbreakableConning the character ofDeathEverybody’s alwaysFighting for more timeGetting and taking all it needsHell is selfish, selfish indeed.I watch from the windowJeering calls, bring people to theirKnees Like toy soldiers they fall to the ground.Men and women alikeNever again to see the light of dayOnly in my memory do they live on.People running and screamingQuickly the dead start to fade. Racing to rescue those few Surviving soulsThat are leftUnable to escape theVile, nightmare worldWorld war may bring.
She Screams in SilenceI'm not being stubborn.I'm being understanding.You're the one who's sitting there in your own piss.You won't even let me help you up.Can't you try to explain to me?I might not be the most emotional,or romantic, or psychic,or nice,or caring.But jeez, isn't this extreme?I feel neglected.Like a puppy whose owner left in the rain.No rhyme or reason.No truth or trial.Why am I always waking up ina metaphorical jail?Have you ever woken up in a metaphorical jail?It's like your best friendwho knows everything about yousuddenly stops speaking to youmid-conversation.Has that ever happen to you?Let me tel
Mules Are SillyTwo mules sit, staring at some oats.Then one mule got up and went to school.That mule partied all day and had fun with her friends.Then she came back from school and sat back at the oats.Then the mule noticed the other mule had died.He never touched the oats.Mules fight over silly things.
Rinse and Repeat 83 TimesI wanna go on my computer.I wanna go on my computer.Let me on my damn computer.It's my computer.