Inside the CastleThe sun brightens everything.
It brightens the room,
It brightens the person that everyone sees- but, that person that everyone sees isn't even real. It's an illusion, masterfully crafted by you, so it's only visible in the sun's light.
So that it's visible to everybody.
It's not the real you.
The person on the outside is the exact opposite of the person on the inside. The person on the inside is trapped, within tall, windowless, mud-brick walls and was, and is, never meant to see the outside world. The person on the inside is waiting, praying, and hoping that someone- anyone- will break through the walls that surround it.
The person inside has secrets.
Secrets that will never be told. Secrets, kept well hidden, deep within its mind. Secrets that need to be exposed to the world outside. Secrets, much like the inner person itself. But nothing will be exposed, of course, because exposing the inner person will only cause more pain to leak through th
I still love you. "Hey Rob." I said, placing a dozen red roses up against his gravestone as I sat down. "God, this is so weird... Listen, I'm sorry for not coming by since the funeral, it's just that things have come up, and who am I kidding? You're dead, and I still can't lie to you. It's just been so hard without you." Tears started making their way down my cheeks. "I, I can't do this." I started crying harder, and I couldn't stop. I then felt arms slip over my shoulders and hug my neck gently, and a slight weight on my back. I didn't bother checking to see who it was, because I already knew. Rob. His scent engulfed my nostrils, calming me down a little bit.I still love you.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes you can." I heard his voice as clear as day.
"No I can't." I said, sniffling.
"Mike, you are the strongest person I know."
"That was all because of you. You made me strong " Silence filled the pause. Rob's arms were still around me, hugging me. His scent still filled the air. This felt so much like old
Take my HandTake my handTake my Hand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't take it as a sign of weakness
I'm the one who is weak
I need you like the air I breathe
My heart aches whenever you leave
Only when you're with me, it beats faster
It makes me whole again
I'm not so lonely anymore
Not so broken and barely held together
You help me let go of my hurt
And I almost forget, almost
Because my nightmares eventually come back
But little by little you take some of those parts away with you
I'm sorry I make you go through the trouble
You don't seem to mind
You do all the work
And pretend that you aren't tired
You are so sweet and kind to me
But this isn't just a matter of my debt to you
I'm doing this because I care about you
I admire your protectiveness and loyalty
And how your smile brightens up my day
And how you make me laugh
It's all because of you
You make me happy
You make me a better person
You give me something no one else has ever given me
You give me love
And I am returning the favor
Do you understand what I am saying?
I truly love
Sweet DarknessHold me gently sweet darkness of mineSweet Darkness4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cloud my dreams with your wicked design.
Ensnare my mind with your blacken haze
Transfix my eyes with your phantom gaze.
The lights fade low
The pain doth show.
Confound by all, I love it so.
Engulf my soul and cradle my fears
Rain down on me with your nightfall tears.
Whisper to me your notions of death
Prey onto me with every waking breath.
The cold winds blow
The blood doth flow.
Enticed by all, I love it so.
Perchance I scream from your soothing touch
Constrict my heart in your velvet clutch.
Slay me softly the way that you do
All that I love resides within you.
The shadows grow
The world doth go.
Yet tell me why I love it so.
This Town~This Town~This Town5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mike Shinoda was sitting alone, again, scribbling in his sketch book. Everyday, his lunch break in the office was spent sitting alone, scribbling after eating. He was this half-Japanese, Olive-skinned, Brown-eyed, Red-haired, Earring-wearing 20-something year-old, who you'd think would be one of those nice, popular guys, but popular wasn't his "thing". I knew exactly why he wasn't popular among our staff- It's because he's gay. I felt bad for him... So I sat across from him today. He looked up for a second, and then went back to scribbling. I looked down at his paper, and was immediately drawn into a fantasy world, filled with crazy-looking skulls, skeletons and creatures. My jaw dropped. "Holy sh*t- that's good." He looked up at me, half-surprised.
"Yeah, I'm totally serious. It's like... kinda telling me a story."
"Thanks..." He said with a smile. I took a bite out of my ham sandwich, and put my hand out. "Chester. Chester Benninton." "Mike Shinoda." He said,
069.do you see the way he looks at her069.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with sparkly water drops like crystals in his eyes?
she's perfect. she's stunning. she's everything
he would think everyday with his clueless,
cliched, love-loving mind.
do you see the way she struggles with every step & thought
as she walks through the halls attracting every turning heads
like a magnet with crushed, powdered, cereal. but every day
the same thought runs straight into a dead end wall over and over again.
why do i even bother eating that disgusting stuff?
but boy, do you know what she's thinking
and her secret to her beauty? do you know the second the door
is closed and the window curtains are closed pitch black,
the faucet is turned on full blast and the fingers begin to go down
her throat? do you know her notsoclean, notsolittle secret?
and girl, have you listened to all the rumors being twittered
and slipping through the holes of the little pearly cages
they belong in? you would hear she's anorexic, the stick thin bi
To Claire from SonnyDear Claire,To Claire from Sonny4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Okay, well um. Where to start? You'll probably never read this. In fact, chances are it won't even reach you. I'm probably just writing this for myself, you know. For therapeutic reasons. I guess I should just say all this stuff. Especially by now, but it helps to write things down or else I stutter and forget, and generally make an idiot of myself.
It's September 3rd today. That means it would have been our two years and 6 months anniversary. You know I always complained that month anniversaries were for twelve year olds but you always kinda liked the idea so happy hypothetical anniversary. I know you'd probably roll your eyes at me, bringing that up and I'm aware that it's been well over a year since now you, uh, left me. Well one year, three months, and sixteen days. I think right now, I've finished the process you know? And I've finally come to terms with the fact that you're not going to come backever. And I think I'm out of the phase where I just lie on my floo
QuotesLove is a sin that makes even God fall, but yet we let it take over only to break our hearts if our choice was wrong.Quotes9 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The more a man knows the less he talks. Which make you REALLY stupid!
This Town chapter 14 About 4 years have passed since Mike and I first started dating. Let me get you up to speed- Mike and I are still working at the same old office, but we both got promotions. Mike is the company's graphic designer for advertisements, and I got bumped up to human resources, and we're both getting a little bit more money. Speaking of money, Rob is still around, living in the same house, making the same amount of money as before, but now, he has a girlfriend. They met about two and a half years ago. She's got light brown, almost dirty blond hair a little bit past her armpits, and has brown eyes. Her name is Jaclyn, and she and Rob go great together. Dave got himself a job about three years ago and a girlfriend two years ago. His girlfriend's name is Linsey, and she's got brown hair, down to her shoulders.This Town chapter 144 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Ches." Mike said, coming up from behind me and covering my eyes with his left hand. I started giggling and squirming in my chair.
"Mike, what are you do
My Pain. Walking down the path in my black suit and tie, I noticed something to my right. I looked, and chuckled.My Pain.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So how come you're not all dressed up?" I asked one of my best friends, Chester.
"I am dressed up! You see any holes in these pants?" Chester replied. He and I let out a small laugh. Chester continued, "I'm glad you made it... listen, there's one more thing you have to do for me."
"You can't keep me from getting drunk!" I said with little hesitation. Chester smiled, then put on a serious face as he said:
"You have to forgive yourself for everything that went down the other day."
"God, you're... you're so annoying." Chester let out a small "Yeah." I took a second to remember what had happened the other day Our argument. I sighed and said,
A brief second passed us by before I asked Chester,
"Where's your camera, aren't you gonna take some pictures?" Suddenly, I heard Rob's voice come from behind me.
"Pictures of what?" Rob aske