

I will wait for you.I'llwait. I'll wait for you to rip my heart out; shred it to peices,I will wait for you.
and throw it in my face
maybe, just maybe I'll feel something.


I Hate YouI hate the way you talkI Hate You
I hate the way you walk
I hate the way you drive I hate the way you think
I hate the way you pretend to care I hate the way youre so reluctant to share
I hate the way you make a joke out of eveything
I hate the way you think
that your dreams should be my dreams
that your desire should be my desire
that your passion should be my passion
I hate the way your oblivious of our feelings the way when a tear falls infront of you, you pretend to not see
I hate it
I hate It all but I love you; make sense?


EarthquakeWell I'm slowly slipping away fromEarthquake
reality, and I can't tell the
difference anymore between fact and fantasy. I'm
breaking away faster than melting ice. It scares
me that I'm becoming so very isolated. Why
is this happening to
me, and only
me. Can't anyone
else feel the
earthquake? Help.


letters to myself.dear self:letters to myself.
sometimes, i wonder where happiness goes when it's lost.
.
dear self:
i have checked under my bed for monsters and
there are none.
i have decided the only kind of monsters are the ones within
people, including myself.
.
dear self:
i don't dream anymore.
i let the world take my dreams from me and throw them in the trash because they said 'those will never come true' and i believed them.
don't let them do the same to yours. &nb


Into the StormIf you look outside, you'll see Rain pounding the ground The clouds are crying Their tears a sign of their frustrationInto the Storm
If you listen closely, you'll hear Gusts of wind rattling the windows It feels the sky's pain Giving sound to the rain's cries
If you look closer, you'll see A girl sitting alone No recognition of the storm raging around her Her tears go unnoticed
If you listen, you'll hear Her screams for help drowned out by the wind and rain
If you care, you'll go into the stor


My ThoughtsI don't think it's quite fair how you always end up in my dreams and creep into my thoughts I wish I knew whyMy Thoughts
We have nothing special, nor a close bond But you are still the subject of poems We need to change that
I don't want to smile every time you look at me But I do anyways I wish I could stop wanting you
You aren't right for me That's what I tell myself I'm almost convinced You and I could never happen
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'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
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It's not because you haven't got wings you can't fly; it's because you didn't try to learn it
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"I don't think when I write. I feel." - Black Ash Sunset
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( it'sgonnabealright )
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"I was hiding under your porch, because I love you!"
Isaiah 40: 29-31
*Live-Love-Write, =PhotomanipulatorClub, *ProjectComment
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Beware! For the Day of Reckoning is upon us!
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