Random. Not a writer. Just an average, screwball nothing with big plans. Enjoy.
Words just jumble together. Wordswordswordswords. What are they really. Nothing. They're nothing. This is it. The pain is getting to be too much, the tears are rolling down faces.
You can drag me across the ground, beat me as hard as you can. But I won't give up, I'll just get up..
I used to just want you. But now I want to hurt you in any way. To make you jealous, To make you care about what I do. Do you.
Rain, rain, don't go away, Don't come again another day, I need you here, you see, Rain, rain, don't run away, I love you still, Rain, rain, please come to play, And drown me in your tears..
I guess it's not supposed to be like this, Not all the time.
You want a girl with no imperfections, I used to try and be that girl. It used to kill me to see I wasn't good enough.
Different. Smirks. Tricks. Deeds. Awful. Sickness. Love. Yelling. Hate. Hit. Pain. Crying. Gone. Slipping. Away. Missing. Sorry. Not. Living. Hell. Wrong. Blood. Pools. Sad. Tears. Tragic. Death....
Okay. So I really need to get this out. I don't know who he is, or what he is. I don't even know his name. But I know what I felt, and that's enough. I don't remember when I first saw him that day.
I don't want to go to sleep. I would rather succumb to insomnia than dare close my eyes. The dreams will start, and I don't want them to.
I feel like I can't write anything decent now. What's wrong with me?.
And you better wear your shades, cuz those spotlights burn holes through the stage..
Tears stream down her face, And it's most curious Because she's never felt This kind of pain.
I walk in one door and you walk out the door. Another door closes and you're surrounded with your friends. This is some kind of game to you, isn't it.
I know you don't care too much, but I still care..
The whole car was full with Eli's angry air.
I watch Reed's eyes drift back and forth between super bright green and normal mud brown. Vampire, human, vampire, human. He's fighting it. I don't want him to. "Do it," I say, holding back this fear.
Rain. Not the drenching kind, but that's what I wish for. Still, this rain is enough. It pours down from the open sky, which is crowded with dark clouds that speak lightning.
"So, you wanna tell me your name?" the young boy who is using his shiny knife to peel an apple sits across from me on a crate in the back of this moving jeep.
Lisabella steps over William nonchalantly, her black combat boots pounding on the floor.
That girl is just a child. She's wearing a black Victorian-age gown that would be reserved for mourning. It's sheer silk, lace, and velvet combined.
Staring at the clock, I hear each ticking tock. They whisper that I've lost the race but I won't fucking stop.
A million things are running through my mind at this point. One of the main ones is how the hell does this stranger know my name. I know I'm supposed to answer, but I don't feel obligated to.
"Natalie," Dandre points a black, manicured (and accusatory) finger at me from behind the coffee counter. "You must find yourself a boy to fall in love with." "Dandre," I groan, "again with this.
It's so loud inside my head with words I never said..
It might bleed. It might break. It might cry. It might scream. It might go faster. It might go slower. It might cry out, With tears of joy.
Oh, she's a fool, she is. Imagining her own death, she is. Dreaming up a romantic death, she is. Craving that death, she is. Unrealistic expectations, she has.
My night was getting a little odd for me. There's plenty of evidence that Jack was a vampire, yeah, but the guy who attacked him, a werewolf. No. "Uh," my voice shook a little as I drew the sound out.
"No. No. Don't touch me." I backed myself up against the wall, hoping to get away from the guy who was coming toward me. "What.
I walked straight up to him and, looking him square in the eye, said, "Talk to me, I talk back." He looked at me like I'd just shoved him. We never talked to each other like this.
I know when I walk in, you'll be standing there. I refuse to look at you or speak to you. And you refuse to speak to me.
"The consequences of your actions are, and forever will be, fatal, leading to death by decapitation." These depressing and somewhat annoying words rang through my head as I rotted away in my prison...