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"Bitch." the biting tone brought me back to reality; the words stung and my face flushed but I guess I deserve ever bit of abuse that comes my way.
If I were to draw a picture of me. I am standing still. All alone in the middle of an ocean that has no beginning and no end. My back is turned towards me.
In the darkness there's little light turning every ones hearts taking out the fight. Our minds are all in one place our thoughts are silent not leaving a trace.
I see faces in the darkness, Ones that aren't really there. They move with the particles, Emotionless with air. Why do I see you faces. What could you possibly mean. I'm sure others can see you.
Anti-freeze Everything is sparkling in the fresh morning light, Crystals encase every blade of grass, It as if something magic has sprinkled glitter over night, I stand for a while frozen in the...
His original escape plan was flawed. In his deck chair he schemed some more. He thought of a cunning idea. A sure way to escape from out of here. It was diner time in late June.
I sat on my bed, picked up the note. I struggled to read the hand writing. It said "Dear Alisha...
The words they just spill out, From my mouth they seem to drip. If I stop, it builds up pressure, And it pushes through my lips. I can't help myself from saying it. It's not like I can turn it off.
Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute.... At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor.
A human mind, a cursed thing, is so defined by gifts it can bring. A lonely thought. A solemn word so scarcely bought and never heard. It lives inside and slowly fades with every lie.
Black. That's what I see. Eyes can't be open. An unknown. Tortured soul. In the dark abyss. Horrid shadows. Sucking me in. Little black hole. Fall again. Fell again. Demons take me. Tell me. Hold me.
step away from the mirror. shivers. drop the broken piece. letting go of it makes the blood drip from your hand. squeeze your hand to stop the blood.
Welcome to sleep Where your dead but alive Your almost completely turned off Except for your mind Where your dreams let you wonder In an unspoken world Where your mind lets you ponder To a fairy tail...
The dead were crying my name; I thought I was going insane. Took a dance with the grim reaper; I always knew that she was a keeper. Slow me down now please; I'm too fast, got too much class.
Demons haunt me in the dark My own demons I have birthed, Pricking me with pins so sharp With every negativity on earth.
Staring out the window, Looking at the rain, I see a teenage boy, Who looks like he's in pain, Tears run down his face, Cuts across his arm, I wonder what on earth Could cause this boy such harm, His...
36 MIRRORS I'm so in love with myself, I will follow myself in a hall full of mirrors. Do you view that as queer.
His pulse had nearly doubled The prize, a hundred grand A lifetime's careful saving On the outcome of this hand The dealer turned them over The two and three of hearts His palms had begun...
I see into your soul, your beautiful mind. I see your loving heart, beats the same as mine. Your eyes in blurry sight, your lines of even height. Your thoughts of me, your dreams so sweet.
"Are you okay?" They pretend they want to know. I see right through their façade But I don't tell them so. "Are you happy?" If it satisfies them, then yes.
From my brain to my heart… this is all that has to be said.
I am happy and happy am I, I shall not weep, I shall not cry. The smile reaches from ear to ear, My face is full of youthful cheer. I tried new things, had real fun, Dancing out, beneath the sun.
Rain, rain, go away, Because of you the pain will stay. Slit my throat, cut out my heart, Leave me here, tear it apart. I don’t need you anymore… Is what I think while tears pour.
I lie down and close my eyes. Thinking about so many flowers. Mostly I'm just thinking about you. In my head you flutter so sweetly, my lovely little butterfly girl.