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 throatA gun to his headA rope to their neckA building for their jumpThey want to end itThey think they mustThey think they don't deserve itThis life they're givenThey've been told;They're useless, they're nothingThey mean only distress,They deserve the worst.They do, they dieThey're free from the hateThey're free from the liesThey're free from the worldThey're free from the life.
Too late.Touching your face,Feeling the coldLetting your numb hand slipFalling 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.It's over.You've left.You've lost.You've won.You're done.You're gone.Forever out of that world.
EmoA blade, my saviourSpilt blood, my releaseA corner, my homeDeath, my peace.
How life of thought love turns outIt's your entire faultI blame youYou changed meBut what did I do?I loved and believed.Cared and looked after.Yet you took me for granted,But still won me over with laughterYou wondered whyI would cry in the nightBut all you needed to doWas to look out of obvious sightYou'd yell and storm outI'd fall and break downYou'd come back and say "sorry"And I'd believe and reboundI'd ask myself whyWhy I'd still go backAfter the pain and the hurtLove of which there was lackWhy would you do that?I can't understand, why did you changeI don't blame you, but himThat friend of yours that I had always found strangeHe made you worseToo bad for me to handleThat last little thing you didThat's when my love went out like a candleI had no idea it could happenThat you'd change and I'd loseLose you and lose meYou by heart and me by nooseBut after it allBefore it was just too lateI faintly saw you run inAnd thereafter, changed my fateYou picked me upAnd cut me downSaved me
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 againBy 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 eerilyLuanna 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,
Diaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer CarolinaDiaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer Carolinatreefingers branch albatrossweight across stormpetrel hoverings.fluttering over pelagic hearts,philopatry nestle themselvesin tethered cloudburstfeathered by torrent nestsin this cespitose love.her dove musespeaks discernmentas perception is broadwing,broad horizonsacross dusk windows.raptor tempohunteddown by desire’s arrow--that must be whythey call itfalling.(it spares no soulswhen it hits fallingsparrows.)variation in hawk stares,you press distinctionagainst my scarsand osculatewith your irisand caress themwith your digits.sentiment dusts over skinlike gust-kissed aileron.sharp flight slicingthrough ethereal,crystalline rapture.
HadleyOleander blossoms fall on our city,painting it silvery pink and dreamy.But you're awake, sketching fiercely,the remnants of a bad phone callto your parents etched out inviolent strokes of teal and charcoal.Pencil shavings on the floor,paper cuts; girl, you're brutalwith your own feelings, aren't you?And I feel sorry for the birds thathave to listen to your cryingin the early mornings.They try their hardest to make yousmile, but after awhile,they leave; flying offwhile feeling unworthy,like nothing they do willever be good enoughto send you to Wonderland.Oh Hadley, take a breath..You're as dry as a bonein a forest of tulips and wild lavender.You're a runaway from Canada;you made it across the border,leaped over the wildfire-tainted grassplains and now you're here on my doorstep.Oh how can I turn you away, ma cherie?I only wish it were easierto be your partner in crime;your long-lost lover, twinshadow, scarlet paramour.And sometimes I can't tellthe differe
ImperfectionEveryone has holes,Cracks in their souls of glass,Some find it harder to grasp,Some find it difficult to let the feeling pass.You’re amazing,Perfection,Just like all of us,Imperfection.I don’t know if you do the same,But I do it all the time,I wish I was someone else,Just so that I could make a rhyme.But you are awesome,Exactly how you are,Your light shines bright,Like a billion stars.I love you,I ache to hold you,I desire to be with you,I want my heart to have a home with you.You’re perfectly imperfect,Awe-inspiring beauty in motion,Just the way you are,Imperfection.Your flaws make you better,You hold my attention,We’d be perfectly flawed together,Imperfection.
(s)hemy mother once toldme that some lambs lookedat other lambs, and sometimes wolves looked atother wolves; her toes gripped the carpet and she saidtragedies happen.what was i? istill dreamed of wolves, beasts thatwinked while burningdown my field of dreams.but a lamb steppedinto the field andgrazed for a while.(she wasn't lost;she didn't know thefield was mine, didn'tknow i was a lamb.)what could i do? icouldn't shoo her; ilet her eat myinsides, let herstay.they always usedto ask the dreadedquestion to the other kids who climbedon top of the monkey bars-who do you like?i stitched my lipstogether; i always gave my line of sight toa jerk i didn't know.who do you like?now, sometimes theyscream the question onthe bus after school.they want answers,they want to be the friend who nudges when he walks into the room.
TempletonI don’t know if I love you.But I definitely don’tJust like you.Maybe I’m fickle.You’d have every rightTo call me that.After I dragged you along,Told you I liked you,And then ignored you.But let me tell you this:My heart lifts upWhen you enter the roomI catch myself staring at youAdmiring you, and just whoYou are.I laugh at everything you say.Not out of infatuation,But becauseYou make me laughLike nobody’s business,And I genuinely find you funny.I like talking to you.I’m probably annoyingWhen I message youSaying anything I feel likeYou might respond to.I don’t know if I’d kiss you,But I don’t know if I wouldn’t.I love you as a person.And I don’t know if I love youIn that sort of wayBut I’d like the chance to find outAnd if you don’t wantTo give that to me,You would make meThe happiest person aliveJust to hear your voiceSay my name,And call me your friend.
.Silently light with shimmering moonlight.(So mystical)....A melody to soothe my wounded heart.(So magical)....A sense of touch to love.(So beautiful)...So many great adventures.(Just me and you)....A tale of a romantic and mystical future.(Just you and me)....It makes me think of you.Distance or not...It really is a bless to have you with me.Real or not....I.Need.You.In.My.Life...I know it may sound crazy.But my soul is drawn to you.Gravitationally in a sense that not one can define...I know it may be a short time.Since we've met.But my heart reaches towards your heart.Regardless of distance....Without you.My heart will be empty...Without you.My soul will ache for eternity...I.Can't.Live.Without.You.(I.Just.Can't....)I.Really.Thirst.For.Your.Love........
Forever In The Nighttime I wish you were hereTonight. I wish I could curl up By your side. I remember what your warmth Feels like. I wish you were hereWith meTonight.
Breathe, Live, LoveI breathe for you,Day and night,Restless is what I become,Time passes quickly,Love is given,Love is returned,Breathe to love,Love to live.
IncreibleEs increíble como pequeñas palabras, con cierto tono o forma de decirlas puede cambiarte.Como un simple "te quiero" te puede elevar hasta la nube mas alta, y tambiénpuede hundirte en la mas profunda desconfianza e incertidumbre.Como la simple rareza en el tono de voz, pude llenarte la cabeza de malos pensamientos,contraerse el pecho hasta dejarte sin aire...es increíble, que apesar de tu frialdad, ironía y pesades, pueda verte igual que la primera ves...dudoso, tímido y asustado.aun intento comprender, como es posible quererte tanto, a tal punto que con solo hablarmepuedes provocarme el aturdimiento del primer beso.como tu sola sonrisa me llena el corazón de alegría..... tus manos me llenan de calor,tus besos me provocan aturdimiento...y tu mirada.... tu mirada de niño confundidome llena de deseo.es un misterio, que jamas comprenderemos.... que un hola sea deferente de otro hola.... que un silencio es diferente a otro silencio...
Roses are red, Your heart is black.Roses are red,Your heart is black.Yeah, I love youBut I'll never go back.♥xx