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The StormDarkness surrounds her
It masks her small tears
It drowns out her sobs
And swallows her shaking body
The bruises now visible
All is revealed to the storm
Thunder crashing like whips
Shakes her house
She covers her head to stop the fear
All is quiet except the small Pitter Patter of the rain on her window
The pound at the door followed by swears and threats
Causes her body to twitch
She stands up
To the open window
The rain not letting up
He crashes through the door
She prays to God one last time
She turns ghost like and smiles at him.
"Beautiful night isn't it?"
The gun shot heard across the city
Her mangled body lay on the sidewalk
All is calm except the silent Pitter patter on her forever closed eyelids
Darkness surrounds her
It masks her last tears
It drowns out last echos of the shot
And swallows her cold lifeless body
The blood from the crime now shown
All is revealed to the storm
Swim with the CurrentShe jumped when she felt the vibrations from the iPhone that hid in her pocket. Half asleep, she pulls it out under the desk, it was her father. "911 come to the hospital now." She knew something was wrong, her father never contacted her. She assumed her mother was hurt, so she got up and left the classroom. As she walked down the hall, she ignored her screaming teacher when he called after her to get back to her seat. She ran out the school, setting off the fire door alarm, to her old beat up mustang. She drove, through pouring rain, to the hospital. She ran inside soaking wet and asked the nursed at the desk what room Vivianne Micent was in. "Room 213, better hurry she wasn't looking too good." Vanessa's eyes got as big as the moon. She ran to room 213 and found her father outside with tears running down his cheeks but when he turned to her, she saw satisfaction in his eyes. She could not understand why.
"What happened?" Through the window her mother laid still as a rock on the white
Perfection Meets FateJoyful Laughter replaced with Screams of Pain
Baby Blue eyes covered by a Dark Crimson
Rosey Cheeks lined with Rivers of Black
Flowing Blonde Hair stringy with Dirt
Perfect Tan Skin gone Pale as Death
A Heart of Gold now Laid to Rest
I WonderWhen I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
I know its because of you
so I look out my window and i see the sunrise.
I wonder if your seeing it too.
I wonder if you woke up smiling.
They say if you dream about someone it means they miss you.
I wonder if you dreamt about me.
I wonder if I had slept would I have dreamt about you?
I wonder if you know that whenever I'm not with you,
my body aches to be held by you.
My heart beggs to be close to yours.
Whenever I'm not with you I just want to be with you.
I may be falling hard this time.
But I don't care.
Because I know that you'll be at the bottom to catch me.
And I couldn't feel more comfortable falling for you.
TemptationWhen I'm near you...
I don't know what to do.
Your presence stuns me...
It's hard to breath.
You look at me...
I can't control it.
My mind goes insane.
My heart beats out of my chest.
My body begs to be against yours.
Every part of me...
being pulled towards you.
My brain says stop...
My heart says go...
Whenever I'm alone I think of things to say to you.
But there's somethign about you that makes me speechless.
Everything I have to say is fullproof to make you smile.
but your around it gets trappedin my throat
and slips from my mind.
All I can ever feelis my heart beating for you.
You're hypnotizing and all I see is
You and Me...
No one else exists when we are together
As the sunlight turns to shadows...
The birds melodies turn to cricket whispers...
The moon rises up as the stars appear...
The eyes of everyone close for the night...
The minds produce visions of pleasure...
I lay awake thinking of you.
Looking up at the small white sparkles...
Giving them each a reason why I Love You...
I don't fall asleep until I run out of stars.
Blue EyesI see you in my dreams
I see you in my nightmares
I miss your laugh
I miss your smile
I feel so vulnerable
I feel so empty
I won't forget you
I won't forget us
I still have memories
I still have hope
I die inside when I see you
I die inside when you don't see me.
I know you've forgotten about me
I know you've erased me from your past
I have green eyes
I have tears
You have blue eyes
You left me behind
I'm still here
I'm still keeping my promise
Forever and Always
I still Love You.
For my AlexSo it's your birthday the big 1-6.
Your finally old!
Im just kidding
you have grown so much since we were kidos
I've known you since kindergarden...
that's uhmm...1-2-3-4- ahh crap i forgot kindergarden
ok: k-1-2-3-4-5....i give up...
how bout we just go with alotta years ♥♥hehe
you is amazing and super spectacular.
I love hanging out qwith you
because i know i can be myself.
I can be my own dorky
weird self around you
cuz you are super fantastic and
we are so much alike.
and im glad we have stayed close
because i can always rely on you for anything.
I love you mucho
Alexandra Brianna Martinek
Tiffany Brianna Gantz
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
WallsI build walls to keep things out.
I build walls to keep things in.
I build walls to keep things to myself.
I build walls to avoid questions.
I build walls to avoid judgement.
I build walls to avoid constant Slander.
I build walls to hide my pain.
I build walls to hide my past.
I build walls to hide my emotions.
I build walls to protect myself from the world.
I build walls to make myself seem strong.
But I can't hold up a whole strusture alone.
I become weak.
Everything builds up behind these walls
The walls crumble.
Everything that has been held back is released.
Walls are not easily built.
It takes time to build them up as strong as before.
Even after they are built.
It's not like a bone.
It doesn't grow back stronger.
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