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I should have been a boy.LAWLYOUR BOY SIDE.
[x] You love hoodies.
[x] You love jeans.
[x] Dogs are better than cats.
[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt and fall.
[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.
[x] Shopping is torture.
[x] Sad movies suck.
[ ] You own an XBOX.
[ ] You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid.
[ ] At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] You owned a DS, PS2, or Sega.
[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
[ ] You watch sports on TV. )
[x] Gory movies are cool.
[ ] You used to go to your dad for advice.
[ ] You have at least 1 trophy of a sport.
[ ] You used to play Yu-Gi-Oh.
[x] Baggy sweat pants are nice to wear.
[ ] It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] You love to go crazy and not care what other people think.
[ ] Sports are fun.
[x] You sometimes talk with food in your mouth.
[ ] You sleep at night with your socks on.
[x] You hav
Purely SuicideA knife to her throat
A gun to his head
A rope to their neck
A building for their jump
They want to end it
They think they must
They think they don't deserve it
This life they're given
They've been told;
They're useless, they're nothing
They mean only distress,
They deserve the worst.
They do, they die
They're free from the hate
They're free from the lies
They're free from the world
They're free from the life.
Too late.Touching your face,
Feeling the cold
Letting your numb hand slip
Falling down and grabbing the rope.
That taunting piece of material.
Trying. Trying hard to pull free from it.
Knowing it's too late.
No hope. No feeling. Nothing.
As your limp body pulls harder, you know.
As gravity tried to defy, you know.
As your head starts spinning, you know.
As your room gets blurry, you know.
It's too late to back out. Too late to run free.
Too late to try a different way, a quicker way.
You know, that this way, is nearly over.
It has a hold on you. One you can't pull from.
One that's too strong. One that's telling you.
Forever out of that world.
How life of thought love turns outIt's your entire fault
I blame you
You changed me
But what did I do?
I loved and believed.
Cared and looked after.
Yet you took me for granted,
But still won me over with laughter
You wondered why
I would cry in the night
But all you needed to do
Was to look out of obvious sight
You'd yell and storm out
I'd fall and break down
You'd come back and say "sorry"
And I'd believe and rebound
I'd ask myself why
Why I'd still go back
After the pain and the hurt
Love of which there was lack
Why would you do that?
I can't understand, why did you change
I don't blame you, but him
That friend of yours that I had always found strange
He made you worse
Too bad for me to handle
That last little thing you did
That's when my love went out like a candle
I had no idea it could happen
That you'd change and I'd lose
Lose you and lose me
You by heart and me by noose
But after it all
Before it was just too late
I faintly saw you run in
And thereafter, changed my fate
You picked me up
And cut me down
Nightmare or what?Luanna found herself lost in the bush as it was getting dark. She turned around to head back, but it was too dark to see anything, and she didn't have a torch. After stumbling in the dark for what seemed like hours, Luanna finally fell to her knees. Just as she hit the ground she heard something. A voice? It sounded like a woman's voice.
"Imprisoned beneath the world," it whispered.
"Huh?" Luanna asked, "Katya, Chex? Is that you?"
"Where the soulless dwell" the voice hissed seductively
"This isn't funny guys! Quit it!" she exclaimed
"Lies a place where the damned call home!" whispered the voice again
By now, Luanna was snapping her head from left to right, trying to see through the dark where the mysterious voice was coming from.
"A place where the virtuous hide in fear," sang the voice eerily
Luanna was, by this time, rocking on the ground in the fatal position, with her head in clawed hands and nails unknowingly drawing blood from her forehead, repeatedly crying in a whisper, "Stop,
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
a study in smilesyou don't like
the bitter taste of sugar
and I find the faces you make
you have my number, but
you never text me- I can
count the number of our messages
on my fingers
(but even your one-word texts are special to me)
you snapchat me instead
and I find that I don't mind
because I get to see your
face that way
you like showing me
pictures of your five-toed cat
sleeping in funny positions
and quotes scotch-taped
onto your bedroom door
and I love making your face
light up by telling you I watched
the YouTube link you sent me, because
I don't think you smile nearly
we're both a little messed up
and ripped up in the corners
but we fit together like
our hands interlock
and it might not be perfect
(perfect is too weak a word for what we might have)
but it still makes me smile.
It's Crazy, but I love you chapter. 1
(Paul X Edd)
It was a hot night and the two animators were doing voice acting of their episode. "It's just the sound of NO ONE CARING!" Paul shouted, into the microphone, Edd paused the tape and laughed, "That was a good one, Paul!" he said as he patted his friends back. Paul blushed a bit, "hehe yea..." Edd smiled. Oh god, whenever Edd smiles Paul's heart just skips a beat. It's been two months since Paul started to like Edd.....more then a friend. "well i should be leaving" Edd said grabbing his things. "Uh...Edd?" Paul asked, Edd turned around, "yeah?"
"er...." Paul begin, he started to blush madly and his brain kicking the hell out of him saying, 'Make the move!' Paul grabbed the microphone wire, "you forgot this" he said and gave it to Edd. Edd grabbed it, "oh....thanks" he said. "Night" Edd said and left. Paul smacked himself, he sat down and sighed. How was he going to do it? How was he going to ask Edd? Paul picked u
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I got down on one knee,
You art the one who heard my plea,
When I asked thou to marry me,
Thine face lit up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
For our love isn&
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
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