Forever
Don't judge me, Not now, not ever. Please don't judge me Or we'll be destroyed forever. Don't blame me, Not now, not again. Please don't blame me And make you the same.
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Don't judge me, Not now, not ever. Please don't judge me Or we'll be destroyed forever. Don't blame me, Not now, not again. Please don't blame me And make you the same.
I turn in the most ungracious way and see her standing there in the hallway, looking at me. Staring straight through what's left of my cold, petty soul. It burns, the way hot sand burns your feet.
10. Knocking sounds at my door and I sigh, "Who is it?" "Me," Sean's voice says "Come in," he opens the door slowly and leans against the doorframe.
.6. Dora felt it the next morning. The late night, the theatre, the dirty death money going into her savings account. She felt it in the morning alarm.
*His point of view* I walked through the dimly lot street lights. The whispers of the street vendors where the only voices hidden beneath the buzzes of the cars flying by like a tornado.
#acrostic Man, oh, man--there’s that guy with the van, Yet again, on the curb with no obvious plan Seriously, man, the guy is a freak, That van’s been there for over a week.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. The promises died in his icy white breath. He pointed at me with his fingers of death. There was something about him, the way that he moved.
"A house divided against itself cannot stand" - Mark 3:25 Prologue: Corinne- November of 1986 Corinne sat in a large chair, crossing her arms in her lap.
I kinda told you. I'd 6e here 9irl, mine. To write about my followers. When I reached 69. Full of innuendo. 6ut I 9et my fill. Very quiet literally. If looks could kill. You say not to tell.
Hi everyone. Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while... I keep forgetting. I'll try to get the next chapter out quicker. Enjoy... I finish dusting the oak coffee table for the 100th time today.
I could see your reflection in the surface of the mirror-lake, I stood stone still not to scare you, mostly for my sake. I didn't want you to be frightened, or angry as you might.
Thayne was sure it wasn't normal. None of his teachers had mentioned seeing people when they Wielded the energies. Neither did the Carriers. He was not mad. He knew that in his mind.
I see him time. And time again. I know what he sees. And can't stop him. From looking. While the other one looks on. He thinks that I have. Something to give him. So I keep him away.
Watching two boxes Fall down into the big fire pit I Dug with my own two hands this Morning.
You break me, You take me, But you make me what I am. You touch me, Too much for me, I clutch what's left to damn. Dependant, Defendant, You lend your strength, I take.
Is it silly that it scares me. Knowing you can watch my every move. Is it silly that it worries me. Knowing what you can do... There's only so long I can pretend... Only so long I can ignore...
The door closed with a creak and clicked shut behind me. I panicked, trying the doorknob, scanning for windows.
Elirios Alexis The dust swirled around me as I slowly took my gun out of its holster. "Be careful boys, she's got a gun" He laughed, sauntering forwards casually.
to look like she doesn't care. but she does. a cross on her neck. even though she doubts Him. the cross means more to me than her. more than her. than her.
I could hear my heartbeat. I could also hear footsteps getting nearer. One, two, three, pause. One, two, three, pause. They were checking the boxes for fugitives. Fugitives like me. Damn it.
As I walked towards the end of the dark twisty lane, alone I was, it didn't quite feel the same.. It was late, the horses in the field were silent in their stables, An itch on my neck..
Hello again, and today is Saturday, January 5, 2012. Here's a poem I wrote for y'all. Enjoy.
#opussweeklychalkenge (shorter version) "We'll do it all. Everything. On. Our. OWN!" Dalia screamed at me, Jonathan standing by her side. "You're just a nuisance Mariana.
It was the coldest night he could remember, and the frozen grass crunched under his feet. The boy walked into the woods. It was still, silent, and snow covered, but this quietness unnerved him.