FlatlineI can't breathe It's so coldI'm drowning I can't seeThe light's fadingWhere am I?Who knows I can't hearSirens scream in my ears,Wrapping their fingers around my throatI shout and yell Only to hear silence once againI'm sinking Deeper, darkerUnknown I'm bruised, brokenThe breakers, they're comingThey've always held my handBut now they're letting goI gasp for air as blood fills my lungsI cryMy eyelids feels heavyMy throat is soreThe pulse from my chest grow slowerDarkness surrounds meHope is dimI'm gone
That Child - 1.5-- "IT" --I don't know him anymore. He's not the same "kiddo" he used to be. Who are you now?...Why do I even bother. He can't hear me anymore, can he?He's not the same. He's different.Not because he hugs his torn, tear-stained teddy bear to his chest and needs a night light on 24/7 or he'll start wailing. The fact that there are demented drawings that seems to be drawn by a 3 year old child scattered across the room makes no difference. Only thing that was unsettling was his continuous and seemingly endless stare at a plain, blank wall, standing still before him. His eyes are hollow. He mutters quietly, softer than a whisper, in a language that I, and most likely anyone else, don't, or will ever know. From what I can see, he's only the cold, lifeless shell of my dear ol' "kiddo." Other than that, there's nothing left. Nothing left of him. What are you now?...He giggles. No, not "he", "it.""What are you, what do you see
AthenaTeach me how to be soft.Like Monet paintings.All pastel and water colorSo easily washed away.But so breath takingly pretty.Teach me how to be quiet. (Ha!)Like the breeze whistling through the trees.Delicate and belonging to Spring.Turn my hurricane winds into something you can handle.Teach me how to be beautiful.A paper cut out doll from your magazines, so easily ripped in to two.But don't I look so nice in this dress?Make my hair like silkInstead of a mess of tangled curls.Take your burning hot flat irons and turn every fiery red head knot into golden blonde.Style it until I look like a Hollywood princess.Sick and utterly gorgeous.Am I perfect to you now?You took my storms and made me into a colorless July sky.But you tell me 'Smile honey'Cameras go 'Snap snap snap'And I can hear my heart beat in them.You've taught me this since I was born.But I know better now.My pretty is uniqueLike wild flowers and thunderstorms.Vibrant and loud.And I will not be tamed,B
I am a writer.And I don't even careif the world hears my story.All I want to dois put my ink to paperand stain the white with all the thingsyou said to meand watch the paper blackenuntil you can't see the lines,because I am a writer.And I always carry my penso I can stain the world with my storiesthe way you stained me.I'll see you in the pages.
I Ship UsI can not measure our lovein words, but in how tightwe hug when we finallysee each other again. Thereis starshine in your smileand I could swear that youare Aurora, wreathed inbeauty, but with less sleepingand more ass-kicking.You are kind and selfless,a true paragon of loveand a goddess of all thingsgood. where most have blood,you have eternal love.all the light in the worldis simply not enoughto express the lightyour friendship andlove bring to me.Passion and excitementexude from everythingthat you do and you pouryour heart into; everything youmake, everything you touch.When we first met, there wasn'ta doubt in my mind that Ihad found one of my soulmates,someone who could laughover puns and obsess overpokemon, someone who wouldn'tjudge me on anything I'd done.A kind soul that is therefor all to see. One that hasbeen scarred and one Iwish to protect. Everythingyou do becomes bettersimply by your being there.You are the reason I believein friends b
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,they may be sharp and rough,but they are a big part of methat made me strong when I was weak.
wands up your face had many names, each one a ring in the tree of your life; a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind you were the lighthouse in the fog, the booming presence from above, the firework display in Germany, and the wizard who struck Muggle gold in the hearts of millions; the laughter in your halls will cease to be mo
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.Useless criticism and sad songs.White weddings and pale funerals.Kind words and happy endings.Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.A good book and life in general.Simple things like that can make you cry.And that's okay.You're not made of stone and iron,you're not a cold, heartless machine...You're just human.And that's more than okay.
Goodbye, My Best StrangerThe worst way to lose a friend,Is when they become a stranger.Where they were the person who was holding your handAnd keeping you from falling off of the cliff.But they finally let goAnd as you fall away,You can see their face get smaller and smallerUntil you hit the ground and your mind goes blank.I liked the way we depended on each other.Like I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed your companyBut you liked me too.I liked the way you talked about stars.As a kid who has a bad sense of gravity,I thought you were one for a while.You definitely were as bright as a sun,And you were holding me in place,Keeping me from drifting into space.Now whenever we talk it makes me even lonelier.We were such good friends.I want you here with meAnd the miles between us are like weights on my chestThey’re crushing my lungs.But now we just make small talkThe pieces fall at our feet.The words used to fit together so perfectlyTalking to you never was a puzzle.Words came as n
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeplyhow the differencebetween making your lifeand taking your lifeis a single letterremember the importanceof words-speak up before it's too late
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:Can you feel it in the winds?The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!How does it feel I wonder,This question I askTo those who have spent their entire existenceAmassing power over their fellows...Know now that your paltry gestures;Your pseudo-might is but dust,Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,That your world will burn...
TearsDon't cryYou have friendsYou have familyYou have loveDon't cryYou have shelterYou have foodYou have waterDon't cryYou have everything you needDon't cryFor there's still hope