Dearest reader, please think twice before you try to speak Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart Please do not remember how you tore my life apart Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late I've become the monster that you struggled to create Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake… Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be Please do not remember how I tried to be set free Please do not be saddened under any circumstance … What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
A writer is a person Who sees the world differently From a high perspective of understanding To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff And run that extra mile To gain what a normal person cannot see And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down They want to show their abnormality to everyone around And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing Which they will forever embrace And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words Their stories are set free Some are killed to bring back a greater life And return like a dazzling Phoenix
Hush the youngest children, for the demon in the skies Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
2 cups love 1/2 tsp. listening 1 cup acceptance 1/4 tbsp. support 1 tsp. romance 3 cups of understanding 1/2 cup honesty 1/4 tsp. affection 3/4 tbsp. loyalty
1. Stir all these ingredients together except the phrase "I love you". Leave that out for 3 month or whenever it feels right. 2. Bake for years and don't ever let it cool down. 3. Never add cheating or abuse to the mix or else the recipe will fall apart. If done correctly results should end in marriage and children.
Written: today, about 2 hours to write due to distractions & perfectionism Note: I actually wrote this one down first but posted The recipe for a happy life ([link]) first. If things are simliar it's just a coincidence. I also kinda find this ironic considering I'm not in a relationship...unfortunately 's weekly prompt:A recipe for...
"Are you okay?" No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying. "I'm fine."
Feel the broken heartbeats ripping through your troubled soul Tearing through your very skin to take complete control Hear the words among your tongue through voices not your own Slicing through the air and fighting for the golden throne
Sorrowful, you disappear into the shadows thick Blanketing yourself with thoughts so cruel, so cold, so sick Knowing that if only you had someone to be near Every aching memory would likely disappear
Shattered bits of moonlight shine upon the broken earth Proving once again how much an echo may be worth Let the damaged hearts unite and save them from the lies Let them see that love is not always a dark disguise…
Empty twisted promises within a world so dead Memories of heartache cradle thoughts inside my head Wounds continue bleeding on forgotten storybooks Listen to your nightmares and the happiness they took Can't you see the shadows with the knives inside their hands? Watching you as they invade your secret wonderland Silence won't protect you from the thoughts inside your mind Nobody can save you from the torture on rewind I can't see the people, but they're always seeing me Anywhere and everywhere… they never let me be Sometimes they stand quietly behind my bedroom door Sometimes it's the microphones they hide under the floor Sometimes it's the cameras in the ceilings or the wall This time it's the photo frames… they'll kill me if they fall. Everybody tells me that it's all inside my head All I'll ever know is that I'm better if I'm dead Maybe it's imagination gone completely wrong If it's just my own creations, why are they so strong? Maybe I can fight the tears and other things I dread But how do I escape the living things inside my head…