WingsPain sears across my back, splitting me in two, both screaming, both laughing"SOMETHING IS GROWING, SOMETHING IS HURTING" one screams, raking my nails across my shoulders, leaving bloody furrows across my skin"yes, something wonderful, something that lives" the other cried in elation,tentatively reaching my hands behind my head, reaching for the new flesh, caressing it gently" CUT IT OFF, IT HURST SO BAD" one screeched, my nails growing into claws, canines lengthening into wicked fangs"no, let it grow, let it thrive" the other cooed, my skin glowing a ghostly pale and my eyes turning into burning white stars" I WANT IT GONE, I WONT IT OUT OF ME" one bellowed, my voice deepening,my skin fading into ever blacker night"i want it to flourish, i want it to evolve" the other murmured, my voice becoming harder and harder to hear, fading in and out"WhAt Is HaPpEnInG, WhY DoEs It hUrT? WhAt Is GrOwInG iNsIdE oF mE?" i screach, the two voices melding into one again, then splitting v
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Write one hundredbad poems.Write profoundly.Write and drink.Keep a notebook with you,write in publicand make sure that othersknow that you are, in fact,writing.Write a love poem,then throw it awaybecause all the good oneshave already been read.Ignore advice,write about the decisioninstead of the feeling.Write one sentence-make indents,say to yourself thatthis is it, THIS is IT.Then delete,and tell yourself that again.
FriendsFriendsIt's nice when someone understands you, and have the same opinions about things.Someone who knows how it feels to be alone, who knows how it feels to be "the black sheep".Someone who think it's okay to be special, different and crazy!One you can talk about everything with, one you can laugh your ass off with.Just be yourself with. One you can be angry at but good friends with again.Because we both have hearts and forgiveness to give each other.Together we will say "fuck the world!", we will take on trips and just have fun.And isn't this what friends are for? Well I think! C: