Don't Leave MeShe sighs. "So what you're telling me is... You're still going to leave."
"At least a week."
"But... That's too long. I can't wait that long; I already miss you. Besides.. A week turns into two weeks, and that turns into a month... You know what happened last time... And you're leaving me..." She shakes her head in disbelief and turns away. She was never able to let him see her tears, whether they were happy tears, or sad tears, or just tears. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know... Come with me, then."
He smiles. "We'll go there together so I don't have to leave you, okay?"
This Deathly Still DayI cannot be okayThis Deathly Still Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this deathly silent day.
The leaves have left the trees,
Making sorrowful people drop to their knees.
There is no reason to be okay
As the sorrowful people say,
"Your heart no longer is fluttering"
The only words that can be heard
Through their mournful sputtering.
(As if they were the ones suffering.)
I think I'll be okay
On this deathly silent day.
Though, I am about as "okay"
As the stifling scent of decay.
Wasting Time and TearsDo you know how many tears I have wastedWasting Time and Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On you, because you left?
But then you come back, and everything is happy again,
For a while.
Then you leave again,
And I cry.
I just keep wasting tears, don't I?
What is Love?What is love?What is Love?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is caring for someone more than you care about yourself.
Love is NOT trying to change someone to better suit you.
Love is caring for someone so much that you just want to be around that person no matter what.
Love is NOT guilting someone into loving you too.
Love is someone you couldn't stop thinking about if you tried.
Love is NOT pushing someone away the moment things gets rough.
Love is following your heart no matter what.
Love is NOT making excuses for your actions just to seem more desirable.
Love is caring for that one person's happiness endlessly, even if that person doesn't love you too.
Love is NOT forcing someone to want you the way you want them.
I Can't Take itDon't Talk to me, please.I Can't Take it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think I can take the words you have to say.
God Bless You-AndleyAshley was pissed. The thing that made it even worse is that he was pissed at me.God Bless You-Andley2 years ago in Drama More Like This
So what? I mean there isn't any harm in talking to my ex girlfriend is there? Well he seems to think there is. He says you don't do that. It could be basically cheating.
Yeah, did I forget to mention Ash and I are kind of dating? We are, and I don't know what to do. He's never been pissed at me.
We'd gotten into an argument over two hours ago, and he hasn't said a word since. How childish is that? Of course I didn't help the matter by blowing him a raspberry...
I walked back to the bunks. I peeked in Ashley's and he was out cold. I crawled in beside him. I snuggled up to his chest, and soon fell asleep myself.
I dreamed about Ashley. Every time I sleep he always finds a way into my dreams. Sometimes I wish he wouldn't. This is one of those times. All he did was yell at me. I couldn't make out what he was saying.
I woke up with a start, and Ash was propped up on his elbow.
"Hey." He whispered.
DeadHe crept through the dark house, searching for his target. Finally, he creeps up the stairs, spotting his victim tucked away in bed. The poor fellow; he didn't even know that these would be his final moments...Dead2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He stands still for a few moments, watching the man sleep. Slowly, a sinister smile creeps up upon his face, his eyes glowing their eery red colour. He holds the sharpened wood behind his back, simply waiting. For what? Nothing; he simply savors this moment; the final moment in which his enemy of many years will be allowed to live. The final moments of his simply waiting in the shadows, waiting to once more take power over what is rightfully his. As the vampire lying in the bed rolls over to his back, the murderer's smile widens. This is the time. He raises the stake above his head, bringing it down quickly, striking through the vampire's heart. Instantly, the vampire's eyes shoot open. He knows he is not long for this world. The murderer creeps away, out of the house, away from
Perfect NightmareI can't get you out of my mind;Perfect Nightmare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're always in my thoughts,
And always in my dreams.
You're like a nightmare that never goes away,
But I don't mind,
Because it's absolutely perfect.
I think I'd go insane,
If you ever left my mind.
Because then I'd be left to think
Only about all the things wrong with my life.
If you hadn't come along and captured my heart,
I wouldn't even be here today.
People always say,
"Out of sight,
Out of mind."
But it's not true--
I know from experience.
You're my experience.
So it's a good thing,
That you're my nightmare.
Not a bad dream at all!
I'm perfectly okay with it because
I can never seem to get you out of my mind.
You're my perfect nightmare.
HintI love you unconditionally,Hint2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you're completely unaware.
I can't believe you've never noticed it,
Can't you take a hint?
I always grin and wink at you.
When I see you,
Bat my lashes innocently.
And you're completely oblivious.
Don't you get it by now?
No, I guess you don't,
And it couldn't be more adorable.
You and II feel so alone,You and I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it's no wonder why.
I still wish you were here
To guide me,
To comfort me.
It feels as though we're lost without each other,
Floating endlessly in an abyss of sadness.
It's as though we were meant to be,
As though fate brought us together and tore us apart.
But I still miss you!
You can tell, can't you?
I know you feel the same way that I do
I can feel it.
I know it.
So why do you ignore me so?
When we know we are meant for each other?
Why do you act as though we are exact opposites?
As though we have not a thing in common?
Perhaps, I think, it is as I thought.
Fate brought us together.
Fate drove us apart.
We just were not meant to be,
You and I.
I Always CryI always tell myself,I Always Cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll never cry over you.
But then you walk away,
Or you do something stupid.
And promises be damned,
I always cry.
Goddamnit, Stop Crying AlreadyAdjust. Adjust! Why can't I adjust to this new situation? Okay, sure, that was the way it was for the longest time, but that was then and this is now so just accept the fact that it's all different now and get over it! No, no, no! Don't cry! That's not helping at all! Sure, you're fine during the day, I guess, but at night? You and I both know that at night you can only do so much to stop those tears from flowing. "I loved him then and everything I loved about him is gone now, oh noooo--" Suck it up you big baby! Crying isn't going to make him the same again... But you have that promise! And besides, maybe you'll show him. Maybe... but no. You know that's not possible. Yeah, it'd be nice to be important for once; do something vital to the whole "operation" but you know it probably won't ever happen. Oh, but to feel helpful, if only just for a moment. I know it's stupid; you know it too. But I know you're going to keep on trying and keep hoping to just once be important to something bigGoddamnit, Stop Crying Already1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
ArtIt's all just lines and curves,Art2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So what makes it so difficult?
It Feels Like I'm Falling In Love Alone Ch. 2It Feels Like I'm Falling In Love Alone Ch. 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 2: And All That I Can Do Is Just Laugh
Raven Hills High School. The crappiest school this town has to offer. Full of your standard jocks, band kids, geeks, etc. A school built on top of stereotypes and cliques. Where the slutty cheer leaders have straight A's and even the most desperate of librarians will hit on the hunky quarter back. None of us wanted to live by the label placed on us, but my friends and I had no choice. We were the emo kids freshman year, the punk kids sophomore year, the Goth kids last year, now we're known as the freaks. I don't care what they think, because I know that someday I'll find a way to leave this two bit pissant town while they're stuck here scrubbing toilets at McDonalds.
"Happy Birthday Andy!" Jinxx smiled as Ash and I entered the back stairwell. This is where we hang out. Before school, after school, in between class periods, during classes we decide to skip. The back stairwell was our home, sort of. No one ever came down this way because it'