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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
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
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
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
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
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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