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I love youI know I've said this
Many times before
But hunny I'm so in love with you
Those are the words
I will never grow tired of telling you
When I cry at night
So scared and alone
I just think about you
Then I'm alright
'Cause I know that if
You were really here
You'd wrap me in your arms
And keep me safe
You're the only one I want
The only one that I'll ever need.
I hope you know
Just how much you mean to me
Our love is strong
We can survive anything
I know you'll be there
For the better and worse
You prove that to me
By the way you talk
When I dream about a better life
You're always there
Right by my side
And you never leave
And yes I spend my time
Writing sappy love songs
But what's so wrong
It's the way I feel
Boy, you're the one I love
And I always will
Every day and every hour
I'm thinking about you
You're on my mind
And in my heart
And baby you know
That my word is true
My day at the ER (true story)Just another normal, boring day at school right? Even worse 'cause it's a Monday, which means there's a long week ahead and I really wasn't looking forward to any of it. No, there really wasn't anything normal about this day. First it started off waking up in a house that I didn't live in. I was staying at a "safe house" and my life was (still kinda is) in the hands of the government and child protective services. Other than not being in my own home, the morning was basically normal. Also it was uniform day for ROTC because we had a special visitor that day and we were aiming to impress him so all the cadets, including me, had to wear their Service Dress Uniform (SDU). I didn't feel to well physically that day though, but I just brushed it off thinking that it was just stress getting to me and that it would pass when I woke up all the way. But as the day went on it didn't go away. I went to lunch and just ignored the weird feelings and the slight pain in my stomach and just hung out wi
BalanceWhat would happen
When an angel dies
A mass chaos
Or nothing at all
But that's not true
Angels will never die
Even the living angels
A new born baby
A WW2 veteran
Angels surround us
But not many understand
Every day we see them
And they never die
Their energy just spreads
That's where it goes
Their energy surrounds us
It fills the universe
It fills the void
Energy makes matter move
Energy is anima
Anima is the soul
Anima means movement
What about the dark angels
The tortured souls
They are necessary
They are the balance
Do they cry forever
Or can they find peace
They are the opposite
Opposites explain everything
When a balance is reached
There is no more need
For dark or light angels
Heaven and hell
Are the same thing
States of mind
Energy and opposite
Do we ever know
If it even exists
We can only infer they do
There is no proof
Its just like love
We just know it's there
Just like this
Proof is evidence
Only idiots need it
Everything above proof
Is intelligence or faith
Things just nee
MemoryDo you see it
Can you feel it
We are connected
This is perfection
Creative beings create
Save the memory
For an eternity
Give them life
Write it down
Shape the ideas
Make a poem
Give it a form
Its the meaning
Of life itself
That GirlThat girl with tears in her eyes
Sitting in the back of the room
Just watching life pass her by
That girl with her head hung low
Always keeping to herself
And not letting anyone in
That girl holding her doll close to her chest
Whispering in its ear
That it'll be alright
That girl dressed in black
Chains around her neck
And the devils cross
That girl who carries a knife
Not to look tough
But it could save her life
That girl with the small black notebook
Writing down her life
And things she could never say
That girl crying late at night
Remembering the past
Afraid of the future
That girl passed out in the bathroom
Drugs taking control
Until she ends up dead
That girl without a care
Slits her wrists
Then plays in the blood
That girl tied down to a strangers bed
Crying out for help
But daddy never comes
My hellDreams of fire and mass destruction
Run through my subconscious mind
Every cold, dark, miserable night
I watch the angels bleed from my knife
I want to see the pain
I want to hear the screams
Surrounding me as I walk the path
The path that leads, to never-ending death
Let the air be filled with a thick smoke
That seeps from the pores of the earth
Wind so cold, it freezes the tears
Cooled by the ice of my heart
I stand at the top of a mountain
And watch the world burn down
Hand in hand with the devil next to me
Nobody can escape the hell I've created
Zombie Squirrel RPFoster: *Poke!*
Me: *pokes back*
Foster: *brings out baseball bat*
Me: *stares questioningly*
Foster: *runs after waving the bat threateningly*
Me: *runs and hides underneath the bed*
Foster: *reached under bed and poke with bat*
Me: *hisses and scratches at the bat*
Foster: *lights bat on fire*
Me: *screeches and runs out from under the bed*
Foster: Wheeeeee! *chases*
Me: *grabs a knife and runs up a tree*
Foster: *piles leaves at bottom of tree and torches it*
Me: *jumps outta tree and runs to a dark ally*
Foster: *bat burns down to the point it scalds my hand* MOTHER TRUCKER!
Me: *snickers softly*
Foster: *tosses rock at you*
Me: Yikes!! *was bruised by rock*
Foster: Victory is at hand! *tosses a sponge disguised as a rock*
Me: *jumps away not letting it hit me this time*
Foster: *points over your shoulder in a vague direction* Look! A zombie squirrel!
Me: *growling at sponge-rock is interrupted* SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!
Me: *is taken by surprise and tries to get away*
ShiftingKill me slowly
Let me bleed
With the devil around my neck
And an empty soul
There is nothing left
But the taste of death
My addictionYou think I have no idea
But I do understand what happening
Its pure addiction
An addiction I have created
I suffer through the pain
Yes I have no plan on quitting
If anything at all, I want more
I never wish for it to end
I let it take all control
Some days, its my slice of heaven
And it helps me heal inside
Other days, it eats away at my flesh
And it keeps me up at night
Now I stand alone at the bottom
Of the hole I threw myself into
The cravings are to much to avoid
I cannot hide my lust for it
All innocence is burned away
Words start forming in my mind
And filling the hole where I stand
Until the pressure is to much to handle
Until I can no longer breath
But I still continue writing
As inspiration starts a flood
Drowning myself in words
Creating my own death
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Past MemoriesWhen I wake up
When I hear your voice
My mind is blury
But my fear is crysle
Shaken and sweaty
All I can do
Is lay there and cry
You have all control
As you destroy me
I drift away
To a peaceful land
Then without warning
Your big strong hands
Grab my neack
And pull me down
I gasp for air
But make no sound
With a sudden jerk
I wake up again
You are there
When I go to school
You alway's follow
No matter were I go
Or how much I scream
I still hear your voice
I still feel the pain
Inside my head
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