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I love you so much!You're what keeps me sane.
Keeping me from looseing my brain.
You're the lyrics to my melody.
When I'm hurt, you're my remedy.
You're the blood rushing through my body.
Who else has done this? Nobody.
This is not a lie.
You're more than an ally.
I just want you to know
you'll never be my foe.
Maby you dont notice my appretiation,
but for a friendship, its a qualification.
So i dedicate these words to you.
This is the Q
to tell me what i mean to you.
I love you so much.
Thanks for helping me and such.
What Anger CausesAnger swells up in my body
Must let it all out
When i get hurt
I hurt back
What can i say?
Its my nature
Percisley at midnight
When darkness consumes the world
I grab a stick i got from the park
Made the end sharper
I pull you out of bed
To the street
Good thing you're a deep sleeper
I kick you in the face
Wakeing you up
Leaveing a bloodied gash behind
You wake up....
I smile deviously
You gasp sharply
I walk closer to apear more...threatening
My smile turned upside down as i thrust the stick in the air
Then push it down in your chest
To your heart
I was too quick for you to scream....
The next day
All over the news
Nobody ever suspected me
Do i feel guilt?
I wanted revenge
And i got it
.....im an introvertPeople think im weird
They're all wrong
I just feel insecure in public
Solitude gives me happines
Because i escape society
And all it's judgeing
Along with it's stereotypeing
I am an introvert
Trapped in my mindTrapped in my mind
My on little world
My own convesations
Lost in my train of thoughts
I need to escape it
But it's too dificult
Nobody can help me
Only i can do it
Backstabbing meI evesdrop you while you mercilessly backstab me
My shimmering eyes with unshed tears look down
You cause me soul breaking pain with every word you say
Leaving a bloodied gash behind in my heart
Solitude is all i desire at the moment
To get lost in my train of thoughts
Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for me
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
bleeding wateryou're eleven when he tells you
he loves you
but that he loves her more
because the ribbon looks nicest in her hair
and you think you can understand
because, really, she has great hair
but he kisses her and not you
and you feel like your life is over
and your mom laughs and tells you it'll be okay
because you were only eleven
but it doesn't make it hurt any less
you're only eleven when you realize
your heart is just a touch more tender
than most peoples.
you're twelve years old when you
start to really feel different
start to grab the skin around your
thighs and pull away when he
tries to do it
you're twelve years old when
you think about death
you're thirteen when you think you
might be in love with your best friend
because she makes you feel safe
when no one else can
you're still thirteen and feeling different
has turned into feeling sick
and you cry to yourself in the mirror, watching
your reflection bleed water from its eyes
as if you're watching a movie because
it's you but you ca
i've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymorethere
is a god in me and he
has swung his shoulders enough times
to call my body a rundown Richter scale;
but you, with your impaled Fujiwara,
slapping a borderline existential
crisis between Bonnie and
you have tampered with my
oscillations, discarded me a tuning fork
and left for the storm cellars.
even the eye of the hurricane
wished it could've stopped its
airborne fury into a spit of casualties,
but me -
my body has been your storm surge
for as long as the earth has been
hurt with elemental catastrophes
and hypnotic man-made
my gods have been pressed down
with ten thousand millimeters of unearthed
mercury, only to rub up your frictional
upwelling inside me;
you don't hear me over the static and
I haven't listened to enough
InuKag Week 2013 - WalkWALKING WILL NOT BE THE SAME
This story takes place after the end of the series when Kagome returned with Inuyasha...
The sun rays illuminated the home of Inuyasha and Kagome. Only that Kagome had something plan for them that day.
"What a beautiful day." Kagome said. She went out side and Inuyasha followed her.
"It's not different from yesterday." The half-breed replay.
"Oh, Inuyasha." She said a bit annoyed, but then she smiled creeping him out.
"What…?" He asked nervously.
"Let's go for a walk today." She simply said.
"Umm… OK." He didn't found that special at all. They always went for walks whenever they had the chance. Kagome smiled and took his hand without letting go.
"W-What are you doing?!" He demanded while his cheeks turned red as his kimono.
"I want to be holding hands with you this time." She smiled.
"Let's go!" She pulled him without question.
They kept walking for a few minutes, but Kagome didn't let go of his hand and Inuyasha didn't stop blushing.
Worst FightI found a rusty bloody blade
it became the worst fight
making me barred in an iron cage
that kept me up at night.
The pain floods down my skin
when did life wear so thin?
Crying from what life has been
while you all sit back and grin.
I can't figure this out
the intoxicating clutches of doubt
while I try to reach out and shout
but nothing ever seems to come out.
I found a rusty razor that took me back
to my life in the shadows that was full of black
that made me have an anxiety attack
wishing someone would come back.
The worst fight of my life
wasn't only with a knife
but clutching me was the painful strife
that stabbed me with the knife.
Emotions and blank faces
makes me fall amongst your graces
tearing out the ink filled pages
while I kept changing stages.
Through a ruthless maze
we may never look through this haze
but we can run through the days
fighting against the craze.
Ashesunder the friction of these sentimental sacrifices,
swallowing those silver coated words i often spit,
i cant help but feel that this is what a tragedy must feel like,
a thousand memories displayed across shattered glass,
the stitches of my heart unraveling in slow motion,
my heart as though a rose wilting with time,
i take up the pen and put to word these final fleeting moments
Emotional AbuseMy father is not a bad man
But he isn't a good parent
Apparently smoking grass through a crystal pipe was more interesting than raising me and teaching me about life
He loved the toxic clouds full of strippers and green trees, saying they will help him forget the broken woman and daughter he left in the black box on his dresser if he would only just let them
And he did
He let them strip him and kiss him when all they were doing was striping away the only pieces of humanity he had left, they kissed him so hard hoping to suck out all the memories of mom and me so when death pulled him apart there would be nothing left inside him to go hell
I used to listen to them too
They coaxed me
Told me to keep it a secret
When I was sad they would dry my tears with a blanket since we didn't have any tissues because we're supposed to be happy and everything's fine
When I was angry at him they told me it was my fault he had to keep creating them to forget me
Two of the Same CoinYou’re the boy who throws his heart away
begging his one true love to stay
throwing his love like a token
when all she does is keep her feeling locked at bay.
You’re the boy with a real nice smile
that is torn to pieces with your past
when your love turned on you
and your mother was never even there.
But, love let me tell you what it’s like to try
that in time it will all be alright
and there is no reason to tell your heart goodbye,
so dry those tears because everything will be alright.
Just a little bit broken is a girl in the mirror
seeing her life pass her by
all she can ever do is break down and cry
because life gave her a curve ball and went right through her.
She has a real nice smile
that has been torn with her past
with the love that turned
and your father was never even there.
But, love let me tell you it’s worth a try
that in time it will be alright
and there is no need to tell your heart goodbye
so dry those tears because everything will be alright
It's A PromiseMy skin crawls feeling my demon rise
inside my burning soul is where it thrives,
I don't have the facts to be wise
when I know there's more to my green eyes.
Inside a trapped heart is a untamed wild fire
speaking to me, tempting me to inspire
instead of hide my talent in the dead choir
telling me that it's not time to retire.
A running durable heart with a split mind
makes me torn on whether to be kind
when my insanity and reality is twined
in this twisted uncontrollable mind.
Burning coals and amber rain
bind me underneath the chains of pain,
breaking free stretching these phoenix wings
I won't live in your simple world of things.
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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