I...er...like to write and read (obviously). I mean, that's why I kinda got this app. Guess I want to be a novelist or something. Writing is the only way people will actually listen to me. I hope you like my...uh...talent?
Okay, so I followed y'alls' advice and got the emoji app, but I don't know how to use it. Again, I could some more helpful tips. Thanks guys for being incredibly awesome and reading this!!.
I'm fine, Fine as I'll ever be. Because no one can love someone, Someone like me. No one can bear, Bear to watch sunsets sink As they grow, Grow ever pink.
Perhaps I try too hard Or maybe not enough. A glass shard through the heart Makes loving someone too tough. So I choose not to love at all, Because no one will love me back.
You guys are so gonna laugh at me, but how do y'all make those adorable little smiley faces and other junk. Haha. I tried to figure out how you got 'em on there, but I'm stumped. A few tips, please?.
Death Life Broken Knife In bloom Is swallowed by gloom Hearts crack In the back Melting candles Wilting flowers Tattered promises Abused powers Bleed wax and drip hate Still carry perfume Filled...
The world is wilting All around me. I can feel it like the churning sea. The streets flood red And the grass dies. You killed the world With all your lies.
I write for fear of silence that echoes Pounds On my ears, To illustrate Sunken fears. I hope to heal From these Festering wounds And dry these tears.
As I run my fingers. over the dry canvas. I can feel each purposeful. Stroke and the. Meaning of each swipe. I understand the. Integrity no one seems to. Picture in that feeble heart. Of yours.
Rattle. Rattle. Near the cattle Warring in its own battle Hiss. Hiss. Deathly kiss Venom burns without the remnants of bliss Slither... Slither...
Don't worry, mi amour. I'll love you forevermore. Even when time will pass Our love will undoubtedly last. Together we'll have children galore. If we conceive a girl, Her name shall be Eleanor.
Butterflies flutter on by As I try to waste time. Sunshine pours through the curtains To shine on what once was uncertain.
I try not to think with my face Bleeding on the cement. It hurts my brain and I feel regret. Thoughts come sticky Like the blood oozing out my head. I sob and grieve instead.
Hopelessly lost. In this dark tunnel. Waiting for my life to defrost. To be sucked up by a cloud shaped like a funnel. I can't see. I'm blind. I need you near me. To tend to my heart and be kind.
My sore body ached and throbbed, and my dropping limbs felt pumped full of lead. My words came out a rasp from my raw, enflamed throat.
Rain as clear as crystal slithered down the icy window, and my breath formed a milky puddle on the glass' cold surface.
The world is shifting beneath my feet, breaking and falling apart. Everywhere I gaze there's an eerie crack splitting the sidewalk in half.
At night, my mind races and wanders To pastures far past yonder. Steam is hissing, The kettle is screaming. Time for me to get done pissing. Laughter of old gentlemen Seeps through my door's crack.
Greetings Opussians of Earth. I need your advice. I'm really not sure what to write. I feel repetitive in my writings, and as if I have succumbed to boredom in my pieces.
I will carry the secrets to my grave, And a full grave it will be. I pray to God he will forgive me. Pardon my sins and punish me for my wrongs. I whisper silently to Him so that I may be strong.
Bright lights glitter In the distance The wind blows But all I feel is hesitance I stand On this cliff Holding your hand Slowly adrift.
Dear Me, If you are reading this pat yourself on the back. You have yet to survive another year, but at least you made it past this one.
Inspiration. A graceful, impetuous word. Grants and feeds us lyrics for constructions of art, expressions of the human soul. But as to where it comes from. Everywhere-everything.
Constant ticking. Sleeps in my ears. Needles pricking. Drawing blood and tears. Suck me dry. Then leave me out in the open. Sing me your lie. So I may keep on hopin'. Death whispers.
Dusty glass. Yellowed windows. Puffy eyes. Suicidal widows. Breaks. Shatter. Leak. Do not matter. Should. Will not. Going. Shall rot. Have never walked away. Cry anymore. To hang myself. Evermore.
Your words swim inside me. Torturing my soul. Breaking my heart. Ripping me apart. The sound of your voice echoes on my ears. The taste of your breath lingers on my lips.
I stood up, tall and lean and towering over many, and swept my crystalline eyes over the crowd.
Greetings Opuss. I'm trying this blog thing out... So um what am I supposed talk about exactly. My life. My writing. Where I get my inspiration from. Idk... Help anyone?.
If you love me, let me know. So I know when to let go Of your love That soars so freely just like a dove. Grab my hand because I can't reach yours That's covered in battle scars and sores.
I guess I'm the only one. Who stays up all night. Just to write. Words on paper. That appeal to you. Guess I'm speaking to no one. Or maybe my words have fallen on deaf ears. Or nobody wants to hear.
Steam drips And rain drops As the clock tocks. While screams are bein' shouted Over the ones bein' outed. Time's awastin' And I'm tired of waitin' On you To do What you're supposed to.
I love it when y'al leave your comments, negative or heart warming. Nevertheless, y'all never leave 'em. I'm always lookin' for improvement, but I will never find it if I don't have help.
You've shown me what it feels like to be lonely, to be loved, To be cherished, to be hugged.
I ate the apple off the poisonous tree while singing a lullaby that sent Death to sleep. I ate another polished in gold avoiding the others covered in mold.
Your love is taking its toll On my aching soul. Your embraces are no longer filled with that familiar love with told. They have long became toxic and cold.
Worrying is like walking around with an umbrella on your hand waiting for it to rain. --Wiz Kalifa.
Love yourself no matter who's talking, because if you actually listen you'll regret later it on..
Gentle drops of rain softy patter on my window while I close my eyes and listen to their pure innuendo. They splash onto the deck, and drizzle down into the grass.
I sleep through the howling wind, for when its time all must come to an end. The flames surround, and shrieks bleed into the air. Sometimes life just isn't fair.
So beautiful... So sad... are all the moments I wasted and had. Times like these there is no release except of pain or by piece by piece. Life is hard in all the wrong moments.
I'm gripped by your warm loving embrace, but I feel so cold..
Like a flower, you weren't finished blooming..
Dear angel, you cry my name, As if in shame. Like a flower, you weren't finished blooming, With bright colors still booming. I'll be home some day, But for now I'm far, far away.
You are what God made you, so why are you insecure and avoid the truth. You're beautiful in every way, so why do you say, "I'm not good enough anyway.".
Red tears trickle down like sweat, Down his twisted trunk while he wept. With broken limbs and a broken heart, With endless grief and anger with nowhere to start.
Friends are like placemats: you step on them to get thorough life but they're still waiting for you there at the end of the day..
The sun glittered through the tree limbs and jade leaves While the laughter of joyous children carried over on the sweet summer breeze. Warm rays of sunshine soothed my raised skin.
Angels weep Their tears seep Into the sand Where their words are banned. And so they cry, rebel Because no one will hear their song, their spell.
My heart thudded in my enflamed throat, and the muscles of my legs flexed and unflexed as I pumped my body harder to carry my weight faster.
Beautiful words don't come from golden sunsets Or from silhouetted perfect moments in time. Beautiful words come from the harkening souls That once seemed yours and mine.
It's not about waiting for the storm to pass But learning how to dance in the rain.
Pain seized my body motionless. It was like lightning had struck my soul with its raw and intense energy. Tears pricked at my eyes, and soon I fell onto my knees paralyzed.
Even the older you get, The more beautiful you seem to me. The longer you smile, The harder it is to be melancholy. Your soul is a shining star Giving birth to greatness and grace.
Rain drops slithered down the cold glass of the window as my warm breath created a milky puddle on its surface. With my pale, nimble finger I traced a jagged heart, it quickly evaporating away.