In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she
I Care NotWhat religion are you I care not (Unless you are a Westborro Baptist Churcher. If that's the case don't talk to me.).I Care Not7 months ago in Spirit Day More Like This
What race are you I care not.
What gender are you I care not.
What sex are you I care not.
What orientation are you I care not.
What ethnicity are you I care not.
Just be a good, loving, caring, accepting person. Treat others with the respect you'd want to be treated with. When someone needs to talk, listen. Just don't be mean to others, don't be as irritating as a gnat, and I will try my best to be nice to you. I will never insult you for anything other than how much you irk me. Please, let's make this world a more civi
Evolving"Excuse me sir are you alright?" Paul glanced up at first dazed at hearing the voice which slowly brought him out of his trance. The glazed look began to fade from his eyes and he took in the sight of the pimply grocery store clerk that stood uncertainly before him. Paul glanced down slowly and saw that he was holding a package of raw meat of which he had torn open and had been eating. Blood dribbled down from his chin. He did not know what to make of this but was seized by great embarrassment. Housewives stood around watching him with paralyzed horror. "Uhh" was all he could say before dropping the meat and fleeing from the store.Evolving7 months ago in Writing More Like This