Won't Be SilencedYou may not accept when truths are spoken,More Like This
And you probably won't even bother to listen.
You can hide your head deep in the sand
and get those who speak to you banned.
You can whine like a bitch and call people names,
you only show you're not as accepting as your claims.
You can spout your bullshit to your mindless sheep,
we all know that spineless words are cheap.
Being unable to back up those things you speak
and refusing to discuss your ideas just proves you're weak.
You can try to pretend that you're something you're not.
You can live in a lie despite what you're being taught.
But you can't force your idiocy onto those who see
and you won't fucking silence me!
To Sleep, ChinaxReaderI remember tears streaming down your faceMore Like This
When I said, "I'll never let you go,"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone,"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
You were so comfortably warm. A small smile adorned your features, but it remained hidden as you pressed your face into the bare, muscular chest of your lover. The sheets twisted and tangled around your limbs, and you felt the constant presence of a strong arm round your waist.
Looking up, you saw the peaceful resting face of Yao. His hair, unbound and very tangled, lay almost like a halo around his head, splayed on the cool pillows of his bed. His thin pale lips were just barely opened, just enough for a soft hiss of wind to escape his mouth every few moments, only to be sucked in a second later.
He looked so much more peaceful when he was sleeping. Of course, he always looked pleasant to you, he was your fiancee a
it's ok dearScream,More Like This
that they would listen to
your screams and your pains.
I hate that she takes,
but you pay.
I hate that she is
to see her mistakes:
We are just "1,2,3"s
and A's and B's
and failed ECA's,
in the wrong place,
shunned for another day.
We are the mistakes,
never right in any way.
Are You Alright?Are you alright?More Like This
You've asked me this so many times,
And the answer is always 'yes'.
Quite frankly, why do you care?
What if the answer is no?
Do you care then?
Am I alright?
I've never really thought about it.
It's easier to be happy than to
Think about all the reasons I'm not,
Easier than thinking of you.
I still remember when you grabbed my hand.
An unusually casual gesture for
Someone you don't know,
But that is when I fell for you.
That's when I was happy
Before I started crying.
The crying came later.
The crying came the day after
You told me I was the only one for you,
That you couldn't be without me.
And I believed you.
The crying came the day you ripped
My heart out of my chest and carried
It with you as you walked away.
And you have still never returned it.
Am I alright?
No, I don't think so.
I'm not sure if I ever was.
I told you how I loved you before
You left, but you didn't care.
And you don't now.
I'm SorryI love youMore Like This
Few know what those words truly mean
Someone who knows how to mend hearts
And sew up all the seams
A person who can read your thoughts
Before you even think them
A person who can heal your wounds
Before anyone else can make them
I wish that I could understand
Whatever's wrong with me
But you don't know and I don't know
I guess no one can see
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I'm sorry that you cried
I'm sorry to desert you
And to push you aside
Sometimes my thoughts are messed up
My words cannot be said
But thoughts of you go on and on
And keep spinning in my head
You are the greatest person
I've ever met in my life
I wish I could figure out
Why I'm so filled with strife
Please don't hate me
I couldn't bear the thought
Even now as I think about it
To my eyes tears are brought
While life goes on and on
I'll always be filled with sorrow
Of the friendship I had with you
That has no new tomorrow
So yes, I do know
What the words "I love you" mean
And I'm sorry that you don't understand
9:11I stare at the clock,More Like This
it reads the same as it does.
9:11 it whispers into my ears.
Ashes fall from my ceiling,
as faint screams echo throughout my mind.
The clock still reads 9:11,
its frozen there within time.
I see one then both-
They go down fast...
9:11 the clock reads-
forever it reads.
Written within history,
the clock tells me about devastation-
the clock floods my mind.
9:11, as it still reads.
Cutter 'what are you scared of?'More Like This
she was too pale to be held against the sun: so she leans against it until you can't see her face.
her eyes were chalk-smudges on blackboards, blurred against a backdrop of white-washed walls. her outline was all fade-out and lace, as white as winter could be.
her words were quiet like stains are, clinging to a curtain in the window. just trying to blend into the pattern, or at least not become part of it.
and when she breathes her chest swells with see-through lungs--hoping that if you focus, you'll see right through her glass skin. after all, she's just a smudge of the wrong varnish in your eyes.
she shudders, and tastes all that's hollow drip down her wrist. and today, it looks grey instead of saccharine. regret honey-fills the cracks in her over-dried lips and ice-splintered skin. inklings of every word she forgot how to say. since, of course, they never made it past dead-deaf ears anyways.
knowing you'll never notice she's crying. crying for ever
dear dA,More Like This
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please be beautiful again.
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Anne Frank Back to Life?I know dreams can be weird things. Every so often, I, Lucy, dream that I am aMore Like This
scientist at this very age. I decide to go to Bergen-Belsen, the concentration camp
that Anne Frank died in, and I take a skeleton that looks like it would belong to a
15-year old. With my adoptive mother's help, we make skin, hair, and a dress. I
manage to take every single interview, book, accurate movie, and everything else
about Anne Frank into a brain made out of a plastic bag from a craftstore. Then I
recite the Diary of Anne Frank aloud to the artificial body and someone wakes up,
crying, 'Margot? Ich werde erschrocken!' I say to the mostly alive girl, 'Können
Sie Englisch sprechen?' She can, so I tell Anne Frank about what happened. They're