Painfull MemoriesShe dances in and out on waves of broken glass,
A memory of better times, a perfection that couldn't last,
I can reach out and touch her if I don't mind the pain,
But the cuts and scars means nothing's the same,
Still I cling like an addict addicted to the thought,
Of a woman who so long ago I should have forgot.
I offer myself a short distraction,
Some sort of break in the breaking reaction,
But when the music dies down and the streets get cold,
I run through conversations and things I was told,
Like that three word phrase that we used to use,
How quickly the feeling of love turned to "I hate you"s.
I'm So TiredI'm so tired of crying,More Like This
I'm so tired of loving,
I'm so tired of dying
inside my soul each day.
I'm so tired of hoping,
I'm so tired of dreaming,
I'm so tired of imagining.
It will never be real anyway.
I'm so tired of falling,
I'm so tired of failing,
I'm so tired of walking
when love is so far away.
I'm so tired of wishing,
I'm so tired of searching,
I'm so tired of remembering
those beautiful things you used to say.
I'm so tired of bleeding,
I'm so tired of yearning,
I'm so tired of living
in a world that's grey.
But most of all I'm tired,
of being the person I am,
I'm tired of my mistakes,
I'm tired of my broken heart.
I'm just so tired of being me.
My dilemma in conversationsWhen I talk about nerdy things,More Like This
I can talk without difficulty.
Sci-fi is easy to me,
British telly, anime, and gaming too.
My geekiness is common knowledge,
Get me talking about Firefly, I'll go on for an hour.
Like Tennant, I'm so sorry,
But I haven't the faintest clue.
GrassesThe grass is greenMore Like This
On neither side.
Both are yellowed.
I try to hide.
But they fight for me.
They scream and shout.
I search and fight,
Fight for a way out.
But the grasses surround.
I can't be free.
Let me go!
Is death the key?
Will i find escape,
In pills or a knife?
Or will they bring me back?
My efforts ending in strife.
It's worth a shot.
I'll do anything to be free.
I don't want to live like this.
I'm putting an end to me.
HalfHalf a lieMore Like This
Half a mask
Half the truth
From a haunting past
Half a grin
Half a wave
Half paying attention
As the world spins by
Half a try for conciousness
When the day is done.
+Hate+I hate you.More Like This
I hate everything</i> you do.
I hate the way your lips look in the sunlight.
I hate the way your laugh sounds.
I hate the way you look when you've
just gotten out of the shower.
I hate the way you look at me,
with all that secluded emotion.
I hate you!
I just hate the way you can make me do
all these ridiculous things, and
Say all these sappy words.
I hate them. Hate them!
I hate the way my heart</i> goes
psychotic whenever I see you, or
get a whiff of your hair... Your skin...
I hate the way I want to kiss you,
Of the day.
I hate the way I feel like there's a
fire inside me when I catch them looking at you, or
you looking at them, and
I just hate how I'd let you walk all over me...
Just to make sure that you like me, if only but a friend...
I hate the way you make me feel!
Because it fe
ConfusedI want to be aloneMore Like This
But once I am
I can't stand
I want everything to be quiet
But once it is
I can't stand
I want to live my life
But once I start
I just feel like dying
I want to be happy
But once I am
I always become sad
I want to laugh
But when I do
I feel like crying
I want to be loved
But once I am
I feel nothing but hate
I want to forget the past
But once I do
I feel ashamed
I want to be strong
But once I am
I always become weak
I don't know
I don't know why
I feel this way
Just please understand
ConfusedI like youMore Like This
Then I don't
I fall for you
Then I don't
I can't wait to hear for you
Then I don't
I feel so close to you
Then I don't
I wish I could make my mind about you
Then I don't
Confused EmotionsI feel lost, out of place,More Like This
All I do is take up space
I leave myself thinking
What am I here for?
Nobody wants me.
Nobody loves me.
What am I doing here?
Where's the answer?
Where's the signs?
Where's my reason?
Where's my line?
How did I get here?
Why did I come?
Why don't I leave?
Do I know you?
When can we go home.
Why am I so sad?
Nothing's gone wrong...
Why do I feel so down?
Nobodie's hurt me...
Why is it so cold?
It's hot outside...
Why am I so scared?
I am not alone...
Why does helping hurt?
I try to be nice...
Why do they bug me?
I didn't bug them...
Why do I feel lost?
I'm inside my house...
Why don't I feel loved?
LETTERI sing "So Far Away" like I'm making a prayer. And I sing "Fiction" the same way.More Like This
Because I know you're listening.
And I don't stop singing, even when my tears make my vision blur.
Even when I can make my voice sound because of all the tears.
Even when I hide my face on my hands and cry because I'm missing you.
I know you don't want to see me that way.
And that's why I'm always angry with myself when I cry.
But my tears only mean something:
"I miss you, but I know you are by my side.
I know you are here for us."
Every time I imagine the four guys I love so much as I love you meeting you again in Heaven - and I know this will happen someday -, end every time I imagine their happiness, tears come to my eyes.
Tears of pain, tears of joy.
Tears because I miss you everyday.
But I know one day I won't cry anymore.
And I won't cry anymore, not because I will stop loving you, but because I'll understand.
You are a fallen angel, that came to Earth to spread a message, just with the way y
In TearsMy, is it such a strange feeling to weep with joy. Let alone over someone you love. By merely listening to the song you two have claimed as yours, or by even seeing a picture of his face, you break down into tears because you feel so blessed, privileged, joyous that you get to know such a wonder as him, let alone call him yours. When you can't wipe the smile off your face as you swipe the tears from your cheeks at someone as beautiful, sweet, protective, kind, and loving as he. To not only feel strange for being treated right and shown off, but to be treated, by someone who's got so many others, that you belong in their life just as much as anyone else, after so many years of neglect you were blind to. My, it is such a strange feeling to weep with joy, because of love.More Like This
Birthday BoyPersonalMore Like This
Today was Russ' birthday. 4 years old
I think all but two of his gifts were Thomas the Tank Engine related That's his thing now; it used to switch between monster trucks and trains, and now it's all about Thomas.
This photo was from a couple days before, but it's so cute I wanted to share The lady at the bakery gives him free cherries when he comes in, so that's what he's eating. The dandelion in his hand is there because the neighbor's yard is full of them and we taught him how to blow the seeds off.
This is from earlier that same day, when I took him to throw rocks in the river, which is one of his other favorite things. I have to say, it is very satisfying. The water was too cold to wade more than a few minutes, but it'll be nice once it warms up again.
And of course, my cat, contemplating the hermit crabs. I'm pretty sure she thinks they're just moving rocks for her to play with.
So, I've managed to keep busy this week. Didn'
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I Hope You're HappyHello!More Like This
Just popping up to say,
That I hope you've had
A lovely day.
And if you haven't,
Well, that's okay;
Tomorrow is a whole new day.
InsideI watched my best friend die.More Like This
It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b
R7.6 - a man possessed by box turtlescertainly the authorMore Like This
was just noting his compassion,
his dedication to those
small, shelled creatures.
but in my mind's eye
the box turtles number
in the dozens, crawling
out of his pant legs, shirt cuffs -
a man possessed by box turtles.
About WallsIn human history,More Like This
when a wall falls somewhere,
then somewhere else,
silently is growing another one.
R6.1 - UntitledWinter's blight has touched the land,More Like This
Weaving tendrils of her icy hair,
To destroy all that is left in her hand,
As she pulls the warmth from the ground.
Her icicle nails scrape across glass,
Leaving marks upon the surface,
We stay and wait for her to pass,
Sure this cold will never last.
She screams and howls with the wind,
Trying to take our warmth from us,
We huddle together and will not bend,
Survive we must against her hand.
.you were life's newMore Like This
work of art;
small easel bones
and a blank
canvas of skin
but he ruined
you over time,
added the brush
of a scar
Summertime (For the Quiet Kids)People think I’m lonely,More Like This
People think I’m sad.
I’ve been called lowly,
I’ve been called mad.
There are worse things
I could be than quiet,
There are more harmful
Things I could do,
Just because I’m different,
Doesn’t mean I’m not right too.
Books are my buddies,
My four walls are my friends.
Green Day are my preachers,
AC/DC are my teachers,
Dancing out of my speakers.
I talk with my pen
And I sing from the soul,
Sometimes it’s diamond bright,
Others, it’s black as coal.
Summer is here,
I can feel it
Sweating into my pores,
And whilst some might go for beaches,
I go for so-called bores.
So when you see someone,
Nose in a book,
With a faraway look,
Don’t pity them;
For they are in their own kind of sunshine.
How to Court a FeministIf you hold the door open for me,More Like This
I hope it's because it's a decent thing to do
And nothing to do with my gender.
If you buy me a drink,
Expect me to do the same for you.
I'll cook for you
(If you don't mind burnt food)
And I'll clean for you
(If you'll return the favour).
Not because I'm a woman,
But because it's a nice thing to do.
If you're nice to me,
It's not a ticket for sex.
If I'm nice to you,
Sex doesn't always come next.
If we go for a meal,
I want to split the bill.
I don't expect you
To sing to me,
Whilst climbing through my window sill.
I don't care if you've had sex or not,
As long as it's the same for me.
I don't want diamond rings,
Don't get down on one knee
I don't owe you anything
And you owe me nothing.
My gender is not entitlement,
And neither is yours.
If I'm drunk, I can't consent,
And I'll love you more for not doing it.
If you hit me, I'll leave you,
And if I hit you, it's just as wrong.
If I cry in front of you,
I don't expect you to fix everything.
If you cry
stifledi.More Like This
and i have come to the conclusion
you are well-practiced in the art
of voodoo; nighttime finds me
ripping out my wings,
but not by my own intentions—
no, i can’t de-feather myself all at once,
so i pluck the remains of self-esteem
and self-love, one ripped fragment
at a time. this is the funny part, they say,
falling in love,
because i am the punchline.
words do not slice into baby skin,
glances and biting sarcasm doesn’t summon
a splatter of purple and blues
to decorate my spine,
implications should not make for
dresses i can never wear again,
a sudden dependence on colors
i have never really loved;
yes, i’m onto you, voodoo-practitioner,
i know, somewhere,
there is a doll of me and she has angel wings
ripped, bleeding, crooked,