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Just One Second MoreMixed emotions
Irritating words my chest feels crushed
My mind feels cluttered
Red stains my cheeks
It's just a phase
No need to scratch those itchy wrists
The blade so tempting
Calling sweetly to my name
The beckoning of smooth cool metal on skin
The shine of it is yelling
To feel my warm skin
Feel the groves of my wrists
Just once I'll give into temptation
Stop the chaos
It all comes to a halt
Just one second more
I Love YouMy voice is quite yet you can still hear me
My heart is weak yet you make it beat harder than a drum
My face is cold yet you make me blush
My throat grows dry
My fingers tremble
What should I do?
I know how to speak but not the three words that matter most
For those words have hurt me in the worst way before
I know the pain yet I continue admiring you
You come to say hi
My mouth opens yet no words ever come out.
I stutter each time your around
I see your warm soft face and I forget my own surroundings
No matter how much I deny it or how much it hurts
I have to say those three painful words
I love you
Love...?Soft flowing brown hair
Moving in the warm breeze.
My heart skips a beat
Deep brown eyes looking back at me
The sun adding more power and depth into the deep pools
Lightning hits every nerve in my body when those endless pools look at me.
An addicting smile flash at me
The last blow that makes my body go numb my background becomes hazy
The more his smile is set upon me the more my heart feels like it's going to explode
Is this love?
Is this meant to be?
When I look at him and that smile I pray to God that this is
I'm in love
With this feeling
Bleeding HeartOh my darling you disappeared from me
Out of my hands and faded away
How could you just leave without a thought of mercy?
I lie on the floor my heart bleeding on to the tile.
I search the strength to get up and walk away.
Your image appears before me
As if to plead me to wait for you my prince
To save the princess from the evil queen and awaken her long sleep.
I wait a little longer praying to God to guide you my way.
I bleed on and on.
When will the hold you have on me break?
Your cruel you hold my heart
Never hold me to keep safe in your arms
You watch me bleed knowing what cruelty your doing
I watch in envy of what others have
Wishing to have the same, but
Knowing that I never will
I want to awaken from this night mare
I watch in helplessness as my love is in another's arms
Happy faces float by
Never watching or stopping to notice the bleeding girl
Am I just a ghost?
A simple fragment of your imagination?
Catch me my love and hold me till my heart stops it's wretched beating.
One Thing I Wish to CarryIn my bag there are pencils, pens, and books. I carry my bag full of little trinkets, such as magic cards. The illusion fascinates me.
I carry my pencils, that allow my ideas, thoughts, and visions to become tangible. Allowing me to hold, cherish, and eventually destroy. Never allow them to fly out of my reach.
I carry my heart shaped stone. As if someone molded Jell-O into a soft blown up heart and froze it still.
I want to throw the stone out a window and watch it shatter to pieces. I want to hold it and cherish the fragile glass. The guilty dream and want wash over me, when I see that simple shaped stone.
I hold two letters, one from my dearest friend, that has seen me at my worse, sunk so far into depression, to the point of giving up on it all. An old yellowing love letter that I still hold onto, the first time I thought I was in love.
I hold highlighters that emphasize my words. To high-light the point and move head on.
I carry my grandma's ring by my heart each and every day. Re
Freedom wanted and loved
Longed and prayed for
What does it mean?
The right to vote?
The right to live?
When are we free?
Could we ever be free?
Stress, anger, envy, fear
We're never free
The right to think and speak
Is it an illusion?
Made to decieve?
Smiles in vain?
Hurt, pain, sorrow
What can we do?
Free as a bird
That bird gets shot...
I want to be free
Gravity let me go
Let me be
Sore off to the moon
No one could tell me if I'm
Bad or good
Perfect or imperfect
Reality so painful
Clouds and rushing air
So close I can touch a stair
So high up
I might come crashing down
Smiles, laughfter, giggles
Far away now
All at ounce
Reality crashes in
Pain all comes back
Laughfter seems so far
Emotions on a killing coaster
All fades...No just me
All thats left is the puddle of tears
That graviy holds.
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling me
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyes
in the front seat of your car.
Our favorite song was playing on the radio
and you were driving me home in the rain
because I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.
You parked your car in my drive way
and we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.
You had kissed me goodbye before I got out
and I waved as you drove away.
And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the taste
of your minty lips out of my mouth.
Sorry Only Says So MuchThere is a particular tension in the halls of a high school.
The eyes of two young souls meet-
Two lost souls.
One was broken beyond repair, with scars that would make the eyes of the strongest man drool.
One was the one who made that feet.
Two rotten souls.
When they see each other,
They both- at the very least the culprit-one- contort their chests.
They avert there eyes and their hearts drop.
It's like they want to cry from the pain,
But also from the joy of the past all over again.
Now the evil one,
The one who gave the other so much pain,
Stays up at night, torturing herself,
Clinging to torn pictures and rotten petals,
Listening to old songs and reading through old messages,
Regretting the past.
She knows she can't change what she's done.
She knows there won't be a reset this time.
It's just the most painful thought in her mind.
She wonders if the other ever thinks the same.
She wonders if the other ever utters her name.
There isn't much else she can do now to begin a friendship,
SempiternalShe says that
love is like a rose bush,
once you're caught
in its embrace
there is no escaping
for if you try to escape,
the thorns will catch you and
only hurt you more.
She says she will never try to escape from their rose bush.
He makes his vows with another.
The cake is set, the moon is lit,
They found her in a rose bush,
blood flowing out like a river.
Drowned in his love, forevermore.
jawlinesher name was Jules-short-for-Julianne and she tasted of the grape gum that comes in packs of eight, the kind tucked away on the shelf at the Grocery & Gifts on 21st and Hawthorne,
and I didn’t know I was supposed to close my eyes.
she traced my spine with her teeth (I figure now she was trying to crack it open, let my marrow spill over her lips)
the stars leaning in when we kissed looked like rice, honest, not wishes or dreams or satellites,
two girls collided on a sidewalk, boots drenched in gasoline puddles that glistened scarlet aquamarine gold, trying to find something with their tongues
but we fooled nobody.
Ever Contemplating I have so many options,
but at the same time,
I have none.
As much as I wanna leave,
I think I might have to stay
right where I am.
someday it will happen:
we'll be on our own
you just have to wait.
I have to finish some things
before we can start:
before we can disappear
and live in our little shack
by the beach in paradise
with just enough to get by.
Playing music on the street
to get something to eat;
just to stay alive.
Although the melodies
keep our hearts beating
and the breaths we take going.
Screaming out our lungs
trying to bring back grunge,
with all our clothes
covered in studs.
Kaoru x Chubby reader: You're not fat.
You were hanging with at the Hitachiin mansion with the rest of the Host club members on a Friday night hanging out after a very long day at school.You were bullied at school but for a peculiar reason.You were a bit chubby.You weren't skinny,but you weren't fat either.Although,you do feel fat most of the time.Most girls at the school were- wait let me rephrase that,EVERY girl at the school was skinny except for you.You had trouble losing weight in the past.You had a strict diet and excercised daily.It was a very slow process but the pounds were skimming off....just not fast enough.Because of being chubby and being self consious you didn't have much friends.However,Kaoru Hitchiin was the first person to become your friend when you came to Ouran.You met the host club after that and became great friends.Haruhi and Kouya are the only ones who knew that you're being bullied by your weight but neither you or them really mentioned it much.You smiled lightl
send me letters instead of text messagesi.
hold me close to your heart;
make me laugh when i'm upset
and protect me when i feel scared.
make me feel like i'm
important to you.
send me letters in the mail
that contain poems that you wrote just for me
and tell me about how you go to
the bookstore every other weekend, hoping that
you can find something for me to read.
tell me about how you want to
go to college after we graduate
and study chemistry like you said you would,
and rant about how much you love science
even if i'm not interested in science,
because i love that you're so passionate about something
and i just love listening to your voice
when you're happy.
One of These DaysOne of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And know exactly what to say.
The things is though,
You take my breath away
And I’m not good at conversation anyway.
One of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And tell you exactly how I feel.
I’ll walk up to you
And have my words make you feel loved
Just like you do for me.
One of these days
I’m going to tell you
How happy you’ve made me
And what a difference you’ve made in my life
If only I could speak in poetry
Then I might be able to communicate better.
But I can’t
So I’ll just have to find a way to keep my words
When they aren’t on paper.
But I will
I’ll tell you
I’ll find a way to talk to you
One of these days.
PuzzledLook at me look at you
We don't seem to fit
Like two puzzles hat aren't meant to be together
So why does the picture look good?
Am I the only one that sees it?
What do you think?
Does the picture look better without the different puzzles connected?
To me it looks good
It makes sense
It fits so well and the picture is beautiful
The fit is perfect
Your arms holding me
And me holding you is perfect enough for me
So the picture doesn't make sense
It fits because I'm in love with you
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