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,
i don't do ''alone''the veins in your armare my favorite rhythmand you makeand unmake mesteady.i'd redraw yourconclusionsforever andgrant them new lifeon the edgeof my lips.you existin my planefor now,god settlein these sheetsand breathemein.i would beyour every daysince.
love, by my calculationsoh you danced past my hallwayand swept just sotook a chance on wild irisesand hair thrownup into messy arrangementsand a chest so smallby my own assessmenti've been breathing deeper,heaving after your certain stepsand deceiving myselfyour dabblerewrites my core anddefeats my poor dimensionswith covet purposedarling youare my prime endorphinand i will twirl for youin those momentsthat you averthold me tight,you flirt
is it a triangle if two vertices are unaware?he was preoccupied,thumb-bit in thought andstaring an abyss into the pageandshe was watching,turning her pages at lax pace,more concerned with studying his faceandi was drinking in the whole scenegreedily.
White Lily CurtainsIf I'm a mouse then you must be the mousetrap,except you don't need the cheese;your eyes are pits you fall into.They're dark like the night sky,yet they shine like the stars above.I wonder if you notice the umbrellaI hold above your head when it rains,but then again probably not; watching you goreminds me of watching balloons slippingfrom my grasp, and they're drifting up,until pop, and you're gone.Maybe you're just a graveyard,harboring dead souls within your body,and your voice is a death sentence.Maybe your mouth is my coffin,and your love is a blue rose,so wonderfully impossible,reaching for it will have mefalling like Icarus, my bloodspilling out like ink blottinghideously on paper, until allthat's left is the milky gray.And maybe that's alright.
The Bird and the TreeShe’s got such beautiful eyesHe’s transfixedIt’s so hard to even breathe when she’s aroundShe’s a fireballA whirling dervishA spark in the boy’s grey worldHer voice is a flowing melodyOf excited crescendosAnd passionate andantesA full score of exquisite musicWhich warms the soulAnd touches the heartWhen she is aroundEverything seems brighterA swirl of rainbow colourIn the torrent of greyA lone lantern in the darkBrightening the shadowsHer love is like a raftSaving them bothFrom the tumultuousness of the sea that is societyTheir love is a differentShe is a little bird, soaring in the skyHe is a tree, rooted to the groundLove is a blanketWarm, soft, and protectiveKnowing the girl like he knows herThe boy knows what they’re gonna do with their blanketThey will pull up some chairsAnd make a blanket fort to hide beneath and hold hands through the night
this time i'm keeping the love lettersholy sweater sleeves and amber leavesand ashy leather kneesslide so gently over skinthat i offeryou reply in lukewarm didactand don't give me time to breathebefore rewriting my old wavesinto new seaspretty pouty lovelyyou have turned me on a dimeand you constantly restitch my waning timeshow me that you need mea fraction of how i need youlet all your model sentencesring true
in one sunrise you captured mesimple morningsoutlined in sheer curtainsand traced in mind's eyeto stay for years. certainthat your silhouetteis perfect in the membranesof my eyelids; i'll keep themshut tight and listento the pirouette ofheartspeech in veins.my irises crave thisremembrance, and each new dawn'sresemblance to ourswill sweep me off my feetagain. you are my favoritecomplex.
In The MorningI used to not to sleep at nightto be dead the next day-But now I want to get some restso I can dream of youa hundred miles awayand wake to your lovein the morning.
look lively, or better yet, interestedyou stood so distant from the crowd,a crown of solitude.you met your match in my glanceand thought that would suffice.but in your eyes i felt itwhirring deepa darling rapture stirring.i am underrepresented in your bedsprings.you kept the room between usand i tried hard to close the distance.you were at the cornerand my feet could not resist.tell me you feel it,swirling speedof the world between us.i can cover all your sinsand your mattress.
Roses are red, Your heart is black.Roses are red,Your heart is black.Yeah, I love youBut I'll never go back.♥xx