i draw hearts on my handsi dance barefoot in stores,i try to count stars,i like to stare out the window,while i ride in cars.i bite my nails when thinking,i wear my R necklace all the time,i like to stay up reading,through long hours of the night.i draw hearts on my hands,i wear flip flops all year,i always end up smiling,even when im in tears.i sing songs in the shower,i write poems for my love,i like to think i dont know anything,even when i really know alot.i collect butterflies,i decorate my own clothes,i like who i am as a person,and wouldnt change for the world.
she wolfshe dances with wolves,and sings them a tune.raising her hands up high,and giving a show for the moon.twisting and turning,shes all over the place.with long red ribbons in her hair,a beautiful sight she makes.her gray eyes are set alive,and dance with a fiery spark.as she begins to awake,her wolven side up.letting out a seductive howl,it echoes through the night.and she continues to dance,in the silver moonlight.turning over to her animal side,she lets escape a sweet growl.now shes ready for her hunt,and shes on the prowl.so keep your eyes open boys,shes loves to capture your hearts.so she can keep
dont say you love medont love me because im pretty,and dont love me because im smart.love me for my imperfections,and my torn up heart.dont hug me when im happy,and dont kiss me on sunny days.hold me close when the tears fall,and kiss me in the rain.dont pretend you dont know me,when you are hanging with your friends.i would prefer that you showed me off,and do your best at making them jealous.dont hide your affections,and dont act so behaved.i would love to hold your hand in public,and just do crazy things.and especially dont say you will love me,and you will never leave my side.i dont want to jinx this relationship,and end
dear dear diarydear dear diary,im heading off to nowhere.im running away from home,because i dont belong here.im tired of having to lie to everyone,because im not feeling happy inside.so im trying to get out of here,so i can start to fix up my life.dear dear diary,i hurt myself today.and i have no clue where im at,and yet im not so afraid.laying here on the hotel mattress,i just see the constant rush of red.and for some reason,i dont care about my blood staining the bed.dear dear diary,i met a guy along the run.hes going give me a ride,and show me some fun.falling together in the back seat,running his hands along my
Black Magic part 19After hours of trudging through the tall undergrowth, we came to a border where you can clearly see the plant life become smaller and back to normal heights again. I looked around at the large expanse in front of us. It was a large poppy field. The red flowers gave off a heavy fragrance, that when it filled our lungs, it tasted sweet and made your head spin. “This is the Great Poppylock’s fields. They work hard everyday to make these plants rise and bloom and protect their homes from oncoming intruders at night. Some travelers come from all across Lanamaris to retrieve this rare poppy for medical uses,” Tori said, her wisdom
Black magic part 18“Well, are you going to give me a straight answer or just stand there with your mouths wide open?” Tori asked, stretching her paws out in front of her. “Because I don’t have all day here. I’m scheduled for another nap soon.” I just stared at her, not knowing what to say or do. ‘My cat can talk….okay, this is just way too much for me,’ I thought, blinking to make sure I wasn’t going crazy. She yawned, her eyes holding an “I’m waiting” look. That’s when Damien spoke up. “Yes, we do know now.” “Good. Now I can train you , Jimena. But, you are going to have
Black Magic part 17 I began to search wildly around the room. “What are you looking for?” Damien asked, confused by my behavior. “A trunk,” I said, still searching. “Oh, what for?” “You’ll see,” I said, smirking at him. After nearly tearing apart the room, I gave up. “Let’s just pack everything up,” I said glumly.“Okay. Are you going to be fine though? You seemed to have your heart set on that trunk,” he said, jokingly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” We finished packing almost everything up. Then, when Damien began to roll up the rug, I noticed a handle. &
Dark Angel part 6....final A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived. Along with the police, taking my dad away in cuffs. News cameras and journalists hovered all around, trying to get a piece of what happened today. I objected to commenting, but my sister was full of stories. Keeping everyone satisfied with her tales. Cadence was awake now, not much damage done. They said it was a minor head wound and that he didn't need to go back to the hospital in the ambulance. After they bandaged up his head, he came over to me, taking me in his arms and showering me with a thousand kisses. "So, I guess that means your leaving now, huh?" I asked, looking down at my feet.
goodnight my lovehold me close,let me hear that beat,i love that lullaby,that always brings me to sleep.kiss my head,and brush my cheekwith those soft hands,that lovingly caress me.whisper in my ear,and make sure its sweet,tell me you love me,so ill remember it in my dreams.
a writer's valentinepen and paper,meet again,in sweet love,do they blend.lusty words ofdreamer's desires,forming a book,for cupid's admirers.pale thin skin, coverswith ink's loving,as the writer's heartkeeps on beating.even though this lovemay stop at some time,stories will always be,a writer's valentine.
death's songwont God please play methat deadly song?the one that my heart has wanted for so long.just whisper to me that sweet lullaby,that i know will make them cry.i dont think i can care for them anymore,because i hurt so much inside.just play me that sickly tune,and pull me into that dance.take away my last breath andnever give me another chance.for i dont care about goingon living this life.i guess its because of them,that i want to die.
im not memy hearts in a chest,my soul holds the key,my feelings in that blackpainted jar,and old memories come to life.taking form as little demonsthat torment my head.silence took my tongue,and nonsense scared away my hearing.he kissed me so much,that my lips have gone numb.these shackles tightened their gripand gone was my touch,now all that is left of me,is these two feet.they continue to keep walking alongthat road of life,never giving up hope that perhaps i'llbe myself again.
wicked little girlbehind those big brown eyes,and behind that innocent smile.theres not a chance that shes done good,and that shes been bad for awhile.with looks that can kill,and with a personality so kind.she will be more than just a dream,she will be that ghost who haunts your mind.she will lure you in with sweet talk,and win you over for her amusement.and once your in her trap,theres no chance of getting loose of it.pulling you deep down under,into her dark seductive world.theres a chance of losing yourself,to this wicked little girl.so do all that you can,to keep her away.just try to stay a good distance,and everythin
Dream Weavershe sits at her stool,needle in hand.weaving that silver thread,in and out again.she hums as she works,to the beat of a wheel turning.her sweet little lullaby,causing eyes to start lowering.shes forming a blanket of dreams,to wrap around lovers minds.helping them find sleep,during those dark times.and once dreamers eyes,have finally come to a close.she continues her work,while putting on a magical show.making stars glow brighter,and dance across their minds.she knows how to weave threads,that always leave them in content sighs.helping them forget,and easing off the stress.she is their little dream w
Spider outside my windowSpider outside my window,spin a web of silver moonbeam,and make it strong enough to hold,and capture all my bad dreams.Spider outside my window,trap those dark creatures of the night,and keep those little nightmares,away from my peaceful mind.Spider outside my window,spin my mind a tale,with your story telling threads,that weave around my window sill.Spider outside my window,i hope those tales keep nightmares at bay.and with that silver dream catcher you have spun,i hope it will keep my mind safe until the next day.
Day 244She has her wings now, frail like a butterflies.But, she wears them proudly, as she shinesin this glittered spectrum of her new self. She's almost near her inner perfection. Becoming the one thing she has always dreamed of. Taking more interest in her self, she realizes that she can finally fly. She sees that she isn't a stupid winged creature. She is an intelligent and beautiful butterfly. And now that she knowsknowsknows,she's ready to take flight.
Day 243It feels so nostalgic to be holding papers writtenin my fourth grade hand and looking through photosat a girl who never really stood a chance at love.I was innocent; with awards and straight A's and the abilityto turn a phrase and keep too many journals. I wrote poems and drew on the sides of my notebooks. And there were stories about wishes for cherry rain and taking my mother out to dinner.I had loved my mother. And happiness didn't lay in my heart for myself, but for everyone else. With the only hate on a misconstrued view of my dear father. And during those days, I kept notes that belonged to others and little messages were sc
Day 242I'm tripping over myself aimlessly and trying to find some stability. I'm losing control of my thoughts and footing as each step is a steptowards another mistake. The world is sloping downwards and this hill is becoming dangerously steep. I can feel myself tumbling along, waiting for the world to just disappear beneath me. My emotions are at an angle, too sharp and too odd for my own good. I'm suffering from the projections of my mood; I'm dropping in degrees with each foot.And as I walk, there's no direction, no destination to steer me to better places. And I know I'm going to losemyself to these drastic life changes.
Day 241I want to tear a hole into my chest; where my heart beatsand myself drowns within a mess. I'm dying on the insideand I want everyone to see. My fingers poking out of my lungs, my hands aching to be reached. I'm calling out for help,scribbling words into my skin. Cut, carve and curl my edges,until every space and every crevice and every crackis filled with pointless ramblings. I'm so broken. And a monster eats away at my thoughts. Chewing down my common sense,until I slowly wither and rot. I'm an almost complete nothing,trying to hold on, but feeling myself slip. If only my dreams weren't of kissing within fires and drow
Day 240I'm an achy-breaky- mess again. Coloring outside the lines in blue hues. I'm scribbling myself in tired circles, digging the crayon into my paper skin. A well marked misshapen reminder that my life is just a shape. One that doesn't ever end and continues to meet up at the corners. And when I'm crumpled around the edges,torn and broken and crinkled in the mind, my thoughts and feelings get tossed about aimlessly, thrown out with the rest of life. Because I'm simply blown over, dragged under and forgotten. I'm just this little Miss Piece of Waste that's put out in the trash when no longer wanted.
Day 239There's a fear for every fellow; my heart is bound to feeling scared for others. While he drowns within a pool of sharks, I'm trying to save another from a bottomless pit.So dark and alarming, all I can do is panic. I reach out before she falls and watch while he tries to fit in. I'm trying to save everyone, but inside my head I know it's too much. My memories scratched down the walls of my conscience, and I'm trying to ignore the marks. But, my heart tends to fail me and I can't stand my own wits.I'm trying and trying and trying to fight my fears for them, even though I surely won't win. And as my temple cru
Day 238Let me take your words and tie them with pretty little bows. Colorful rainbows, for your papers and feelings. I don't care for their meanings. I just want to dress them up and pretend I can stand them.And you ask me why I'm dancing so slow, twirling a knife and carving into my soul. I'm taking you out. I'm removing you from my chest. Beforgotten, beforgotten, I don't want you to be a part of my past. And you watch me curl and fall to the floor,a throwing of foul words and feelings vomitted. You make me sick.And I'm so tired of all of this. I just want to take your hits and be done with it.
Day 237Go ahead and just let go. I'mOver trying to holdOn to you and your hand. IDon't want to be your friend.Boy, let's stop playing pretend. It's not likeYou really believed we were friends to begin with. AndEventually you were willing to say goodbye someday.
Day 236You have me chasing you through my dreamstrying to hold onto something that just has no hope. We are racing down dark hallways with too many doors. I don't know which one to open. I'm afraid of the memories each one holds. And you can't quite grasp why I grow tiredof trying to get you to understand. My words aren't enough.And the distance to you changes everything we had. I wish you could see that this friendship is a pile of dust. A mess of my fallen words that slipped off my tongue. I want to cut, cut, cut them into my skin. Try to comprehend them. Memorize and understand.Because I can't quite figure out where t
Day 235One day, I'll figure out why I keep all my skeletons in closets, hung by old-hand-me-down-sweatersand shoelaces tied in pretty little knots. I'll pull down my forgotten art works and written pieces and survey them. Taking in every little bit of whoIwasbackthen.And maybe I'll come to understand why my words werealways dressed in sorrow and that I could never comprehend happiness. Or perhaps I'll somehow drown myself in my past and forget how to breathe like how I forgot him. But, for now I'll let my memories collect dust beneath a sock in the corner of my closet floor. And maybe, just one day, when I'm ready,I'll ta
Day 234My skin feels hot as Ipress my fingers to my temple. Distilling my pounding pulse from pushing against my skull. Palmtocheek. Palmtocheek. And I can't quite grasp a silent moment, an aid against this terrible pain. My jaw is punishing me for words that might have slippedand my throat is a disagreeable thing. Closing up and making this so hard to breathe. I try to close my eyes and free myself,but oh dear, this sickness has got me.
Day 233His musk cologne still sits onthe wooden frame of his dresser,along with pictures of happy momentscaptured in time. A neck tie thrown over the chair, collecting dust, as it has not been touched. A bed un-made, a shirt on the closet door knob, and his favorite shoes on the floor by the doorway, still rest silently in their places.Slowly losing his essence over time. He never had the right sense of mind to put away papers and books that lay strewn about his room. It's as if he wanted the world to walk in and feel life in every inch of the walls and floors. His maps for decorations, model airplanes hanging from
Day 232There's your words again, those false little letters in standing formation.They ask for my attention as I tryto scrap my heart off the floor. Your words are so obnoxious, with their constant empty feelings and how they pretend to care as you ask me "How are you?". I try to lie without emotion, but my hurt doesn't go unnoticed and you just knowknowknow that something about me is all too wrong. Yet, you don't pester me endlesslyand my words begin to fester within my chest like the wounds you left, left, left me on my heart.
231I'm losing it again, within riptides and waves,as my feet touch the sand. The sky kisses the ocean with pink lips and I whisper to myself, that I miss gray clouds. I close my eyes and try to hold my breath.Wishes can only go so far, but they don't reach over long distances. 800 miles away and I wonder why this feels like drowning. I'm above the world, yet my heart is still suffocating. Andyoudon'tseeit. How I'm wasting away in my nightmares, their words and images like tiny oceans, pulling me under. I'm dying, I'm dying. And there is no one to save me. I'm missing my sailor and his sailboat out on the horiz
Day 230Now as I lay me down to sleep,I close my eyes and hope to dream. But, Goodness does not rest within my eyes, whileHiding little monsters awake inside. My conscienceTrying to tell me something new. But,My overwhelming fear blinds me from what I should do. So,As I try to understand my own mind, my ownReality is overtaken by this darkened view of life. AndEven though this only happens within my dreams, I would love toSo much right now to just restfully sleep in peace.
Day 229I miss us. The long talks about moviesand the things that othersjustcouldn'tunderstand.I miss those times where it was your voice on the phone telling me "You'll be okay" whenever the sky came crashing. And those days where we both couldn't stand a few hours without talking, were something that we both shared. But, now it's a once-in-awhile for us.You will message me to just see how things have been."Good," I'll say, when my heart really is screaming that I miss you. And you will reply with the same words I said,so empty and lifeless, so not how we were back then.What happened? Does distance really do this to fri
Day 228Eye shadow and sparkles, she's done herself up.She's dressed up for another disaster, her arms covered in tiny words. Each little scar another reminder,they burn on her skin. Wickedwickedwicked screams from her hips, while T R A G I C is threaded across her breast.She's broken. And as she paces this room, tracing BAD along her thigh, her fingers tremble; her thoughts wishing wishing wishingthat she would stop this and just die. Taking out a knife and finding the perfect spot, a small white blemish of skin, clean and uncut.The word: Vanish; and she's gone.
Day 227I can't understand this new feeling,this euphoric state of mind.My thoughts are swirling in circles,and I'm dancing to a new tune this time.I'm trying to understand this all,why my nerves feel like electricity.I'm sparking all over with excitement,I'm filled with this burst of energy.And my heart flutters to an awkward beat,and my smile doesn't seem to falter.I'm standing on top of the world for once,and I hope this feeling doesn't go away ever.
Day 226I miss those little arguments about superherosand whomissedtheothermore. And when you would rudely interrupt me with your lips, I would give up with frustration because it was your touch that I wanted to win to begin with. And all those times I would impatientlypace back and forth in front of my back door, are long gone;because it's your car in the drive way that I don't see anymore.And my heart fails to beat, beat, beat because it whispered your name when it did, and now it weeps. A ba-dum bump, ba-dum bump, ba-dum. I'm waiting for your call. The phone doesn't ring anymore and I wonder where you are. And before
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