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Rocks I think I found a friend.
A few friends.
With good mindsets,
And decent hearts.
Friends that will keep you where you need to be,
And prevent you from flying too far away.
I've found my rocks,
And they're helping me rebuild my broken walls,
It's a slow and agonizing process.
But the walls are now more than half built.
My new rocks are my foundation,
Wedged between a mortar of trust and hope.
I'm rebuilding my house of trust and love.
So I can house and shelter the ones I care for.
Protecting them from the rain of despair.
I've found my rocks.
Breaking Away Why must you always pull me down?
Putting me through agony just to get to know your name.
So I'm done pretending.
Today is the day I cut the chains that bind me to you,
And I'm running away from my demons,
Or more specifically my Demon.
And as I run I will not think about you,
Or anything else,
Only of the people and things that made this possible.
I am eternally in your debt.
Explain I have no words for what I feel.
The few months I've known you feel like years.
I wish I could explain,
But there happen to be thousands of others who would say the same.
So I'm content to sit and watch,
The hidden man's world in which he allows me to take refuge.
I'm eternally in debt to the laughs he has given me,
Yet I am just another person he will never see.
I just wish I could express,
I don't wish to digress.
So I will stop myself here.
Skipping Stones (16) "Are you really sure?" My mom asked me. I gave an exasperated sigh and looked her in the eye. I heard the sound of someone knock on the door and instinct told me it was Iggy, wondering what the holdup was. My mom was the holdup. She wasn't exactly sure if I should leave and go with Iggy anywhere, she thought it was unusual of me, since I rarely went outside on weekends.
I gave her a slight nod and she waved her hands, giving me a weary expression. "Well, do as you wish. I trust you, I just wish you wouldn't be so distant.." Me? Distant? From her!? I almost laughed. Obviously she didn't realize ever since dad died, she was actually the distant once. But whatever, it didn't matter.
Slowly, I walked towards the door, grabbing my grey jacket as I did so. "Well, I'll see you later mom." I exited. Iggy had actually decided to do something fun for once. We were gonna hang out at the park. I liked that. It seemed normal after everything that happened, but then again, my life had been pre
I can't yet I shall. Why and How? I can't.
I can't do this.
I can't keep writing words that mean nothing.
I can't keep living a life that has no meaning.
I can't just stop breathing.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't live without you.
I can't understand why someone so perfect is so evil.
I can't believe you would waste all that time to tell me it was just a game.
I can't stop loving you.
I can't quit doing things I don't want to do.
I can't keep listening to the complaints of others.
I can't keep ignoring the complaints of myself.
I can't take this any longer without knowing.
Why do I write words that mean nothing?
Why do I keep living a life that has no meaning?
Why can't I just stop breathing?
Why can't I do this anymore?
Why can't I live
Secrets Imagine if you knew me.
Would I make you laugh?
Could I attempt to bring forth yet another beautiful smile?
Or would it all just be in vain?
You'd have a simple frown of distaste.
And I'd frown too.
But what if I saw your face?
The one the you so carefully hide behind a mask,
A mask perpetually void of emotion.
What would you do?
I've confided all of my deepest secrets in you.
Would you allow me to keep that one secret?
It would be our little secret.
And only us two would know.
Nobody else needs to know.
Untitled Is this the end?
Is this the end of everything?
The relationship you lied to me and said we had.
How could you do that?
Just lie to my face?
They were mistakes I never wanted you to make.
And I won't question you.
It was never like me too,
But it just won't stop,
A constant battle fought.
What have we become?
Silently disgracing one another and hiding from our shame.
Let's take a moment,
And try and escape from out demons.
Yours will never forget previous heartache.
Mine would probably rip out your skin from the inside.
So, for a moment,
Let's pretend to be human,
We found one another,
And we're so separate and apart,
But our demons match up.
Skipping Stones (15) I was warm. A bit too warm for the single blanket and tanktop and shorts I wore to bed. "Hmng?" I rolled over and hit someone. But no one was in my bed. Weird. How can you hit something that isn't there..? My sleepy mind wandered all over the place and I tried not to think too much about it.
Wait wait wait! Someone is in my bed with me?! I almost screamed as I opened my eyes to see two apple colored eyes staring at me. "Hello." They said. Nope. This is a huge fucking NOPE!I pushed Iggy off of my bed as I could feel the heat rising, yet again to my face. Stupid freaking stupid..!!
"How did you even get in here? What are you doing in my bed? You're a creep! What do you want?" I asked all these questions at once I was so flustered. He backed up and threw his hands in the hair, flipping his black hair out of his eyes.
"Well, after you locked me, quite rudely, out of your bedroom, I decided, hey, why not go make fun of some people? I mean, I can do things I could
The Celestials - CH. 3 I watched Alice wake up in the field. I liked fields. They're pretty and soft and they remind me of what the world used to be. Back before the Evils. When daemons and humans didn't need to aide one another in combat. I sighed, sending a breeze through the plane. Alice shivered and glanced around, her eyes narrowed.
Should I take human form? It's been so long since I've even SEEN a human. I had forgotten how fragile their bodies looked. If I don't take human form I'll scare her? Maybe.. I shook it off and took human form, the clothes from a much older time, from when I had last seen my previous master. I shook my head. I couldn't think of that now. I had work to do. I headed towards my new master, the one who would use me in combat.
"Alice! Over here!" A deep voice called my name. I whipped my head around to see a very tall looking boy smiling a little ways away from me. Si
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Evolve So many people are trying to understand,
I'm a different species,
A whole new breed.
My DNA has been modified many times over,
Pain and passion has turned my heart a lovely shade of gray,
Hard and stone cold,
Has anyone thought to check my brain?
I fear I've lost my mind and I cannot find it again..
But maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
Faded and worn it just fell right through.
Maybe I'm the reason why I'm afraid to fly,
Am I my own reason why I'm causing myself to die?
I'm a fish in water, who doesn't know how to swim,
And I'm choking,
And I'm dying,
I need to evolve.
I am a new species,
A whole other breed,
I'm what you get when you evolve,
When you evolve further into you
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