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It's time, To move on, To do things, That have yet to be done It's okay, To be afraid, Because everybody fears change, In their own way It's time, To step out of the box, And to walk, A different line It's okay, To measure each and every step, That we take, Every choice that we make It's time... It's time to find out who I am Let's go... It's time to seize life, Every moment in the making And it's time to look at this new road, That I am slowly taking It's time to look back to who, I know that I have been, It's time to let go, Time to begin It's time, To put my childhood away, But never forgotten, Always kept saf
Time Reaching so far forward, Can't reach far enough There are some things, In life we can't touch The power of the feeling, Moves through us everyday Be careful what you do, It may just slip away Watch where you step, It could be that you will fall When life has no meaning, You don't enjoy it at all There is a tear in the eye, Of the one who's left behind The one thing he can't have, The one thing that is blind Air escapes us with a sigh... Can we stop and ask why? The power of the future, Holds us in it's thrall I don't like what I see, Must find a way to stall The past is never far, Learn from it while you can Beca
Everything Everything you want, Everything you need, Everything you love, I'll be everything... You...take my breath away... And my words... Simply can't convey, How you make me feel It's like you give me chills, Running up and down my spine And you do this to me... All...of the time! Everything you want, Everything you need, Everything you love, I'll be your everything! Every single day, In every single way, And I guess you know... That this will never change You...make me who I am, You always understand, What I am thinking And I don't know what you see, When you turn those eyes on me I give myself to you, Utterly,
tumultuous time unhanded
torn between the pages of life and death wondering how the next sentence will read adrift amidst the rift where words wait 'til tired lips let slip some secret unsealed fate submitting an omission of forgotten thoughts forgetting to think about the time lost measurement's a pretense precious seconds are a cost fingers ticking increments of moments not counted because time accounts for nothing
when you look at me, my breath catches and I have to remind myself to breathe again with those eyes that are sometimes brown and sometimes green and always entrancing me to the point where I have a hard time remembering my name. when you are near me, my world stops and nothing matters but you in that moment; your hopes, your dreams, your happiness, these things become my only concerns. I feel an unexplained need to be close to you and I find myself smiling. when you touch my skin, my heart skips and stutters before starting back up again. you have drawn me in, unintentionally, but still youve hooked me all the same and
I woke up
July 10, 2000 I woke up after passing out after smoking up after coming down from the wa-wa sound induced by nitrous filled punch balloons I woke up after snorting lines of ketamine coupled with hits of acid and ecstasy I woke up after seven people died from shooting heroin into their veins I woke up in a folding camp chair with a hand wrapped around a bag of weed stuffed in my pocket to a booming voice telling me I was going to jail. and I thanked god when they put on the cuffs that I was one of the lucky ones that woke up.
His hands are almost always cold. They are cold and they are bony. Cold, bony and big but they're soft. Not even Seimei's hands were as soft as his. Not even when all Seimei did was to pat his head or tickle his cheek with feather-light touches - not even then could the softness be compared to those touches. His hands are even calloused in places and there are scars on them he notices when he looks closer - but even though Seimei's hands were untouched by any kind of hard work or craftsmanship they do not compare to these. His hands are big, cold and bony, but they touch him like the fluttering wings of butterflies, caressing, strok
The morning is a tapestry... tripping over last night's grace, I watch you weave your skin and shake out your hair - soft teal and jonquil shadowing your cheek as the curtains part between your hands. Threads tangle as you turn, telling me dawn is a gentle lover, and the tumble of birds plaiting their soft notes lingers on the pillows where your smile is my undoing.
This lovely suicide - the hiss of smoke dangling between your fingers and the loss of breath that claimed your sleep. Your limbs - somnolent, wrapped against the autumn chill fingers draped with paper angels as someone you never knew tucked a lily behind your dreams. I could almost hear your skin speaking eloquent and parched as summer, wondering if you had landed somewhere holy or if god had kept you waiting.
1. tomorrow is not worth waiting for. sure, there will be sunshine (with a slight chance of rain) and sure, some kid will be smiling, and yes, life is still moving on, but it's not like anyone cares. 2. you just want someone to love you, misery and tears and all. maybe you could spend saturdays curled up under the covers, memorizing the patterns of breathing. maybe you could count the seconds but the problem is that there would never be enough, the problem is that there's nothing there to love. 3. no one is listening. 4. i'd write you a letter, but you'd never read it. i'm stuck screaming into my own heart, wonderin
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i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true. + i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food ill ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melt
i told you that i liked boys who smoked cigarettes, because then i knew that they needed something. i told you that i liked roses without the thorns, because then they wouldnt hurt so much when they got picked. i told you that i liked it when you held my hands because i didnt feel quite so lonely, not quite. i told you that i'd love you 'til the stars exploded and the clouds devoured us- and you said nothing. you said nothing. *** (here's a little history.) in vietnam people hurt other people. people burned themselves- (i wish i was that brave.) they threw chemicals and hid in the ground and laughed when the others cried. its
living girl, do not build an armory out of incisors & fractured femurs do not seek to fit this throne of bones; do not shrink into the framework of this citadel feral girl, feral heart, we can scoff at those who want to live forever (immortality is fickle) but we are more than lost baby-teeth & we have words to give yet
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10 ways depression can say i don't love you
1. "i'm sorry i don't want to come over today." the clock reads 4pm and i roll over in my bed again. 2. "i forgot it was your birthday." i'd forgotten my own too. 3. "i promise i won't hurt myself." the ER doesn't believe it's an accident anymore. 4. you asked if i loved you. i had to sneeze and it never happened. i think you took that as a no. 5. we haven't had sex in a month. 6. we don't see your friends. we don't see my friends. i've forgotten i even have any. 7. i never answered your text. it asked if i was okay. 8. "i need you to open yourself up for me," you said. i stopped talking. 9. "what do you want from me, blood?" apparen
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