Todayi look in the Mirrorand this is what i Seeall my InsecuritiesStaring back at me.nothing will ever be good enoughnothing will ever work outbecause even if i knowthere is always all this Doubt.i see Desperationi see Panici see Lonelinessi see Doubti see me.
UntitledHe's a hurricaneIn the desert.He brings much need water for lifeBut leave destruction in its wake.This is what you do to meYou bring me comfortYou make me feel secure.Then you leave.You break whats left of my heart.
What Do I Do?Someone help meI'm drowning in emotion.No release.No air.I feel so alone.I have for awhile.Please help me.I dont know where to turn.Its like sitting in a lone chair"In the dark.An empty room likeMy empty heartLovers stop but they never stayThey dont look backAs they drive away."
I Want Everyone To Like Mei want to beWhat everyone needs me to be.I know i disappoint alot of peopleAnd it tears me apart.I want you to like me.I want everyone to like me.If you liked me, maybe you'd stayMaybe then i'd never be alone.
I Was YoungI thought i needed you,That no one would want me the way you do.I prayed you'd never leave,Because you were my everything.But you're gone again,And i've grown up.I dont need you!I never did.You werent my everything.And you never should have been.I dont love you!But really i do.I love you because...You made me grow up.You were there for me like no one has ever been.You were my best friendAnd i love you for that.No one should be your world.They should only be a big part of it.If they are your EVERYTHINGChances are.. Its just infatuation.
Lately I've Been..Lost in a world of hate,I have no where to turn.Living in a home full of hurt,I never feel safe.Loving with a broken heart,I am vulnerable and scared.
You are More. You are more than a number, statistic or fraction,You are more than a stranger’s glance or reaction.You are more than a puzzle piece or a missing link,You are more than what the world may think.You are more than a stigma or sign which you're labeled,You are more than “special”, diseased, different, disabled. You are more than a whisper, you are more than a name,You are more than rejection, you are more than other's blame. You are more than vibrations that torture your ears,You are more than disorder that drives you to tears.You are more than emotion you can't read or display,You are more than the words you’re unable to say. You are more than your bullies who push you down,You are more than your teachers who won’t help you off the ground.You are more than your doctors who gave up and quit, You are more than society would care to admit. You are more than progress which may be slow,You are more than accomplishments wh
The Devil Is Raging Inside Methe Devil kicked meout of hell, said to continue living,cruel and bad, my assbut what the hell do I know?All I see are doors,and I keep locking themwith pinholes to keepthose motherfuckers out,this is my room,I do what I want.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
I amarties tou patera souΟι αμαρτίες του πατέρα σουΔεν είσαι ο πατέρας σου.Δεν είσαι φονιάς επειδή ο πατέρας σου ήτανε φονιάς.Δεν είσαι βασίλιάς επειδή ο πατέρας ήταν ένας σπουδαίος βασιλιάς.Δεν πρέπει να τιμωρηθεί
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
Lost and...“I’m Lost.” I say to you. Head lowered, my eyes remain locked to the ground. I can barely make out your feet within the murkiness. I’ve always been Lost.“No, you’re not.” You simply say to me, as you intertwine your fingers through mine. You walk forward, leading me, somehow knowing exactly where we are going. No, you don’t get it. I can’t leave. There isn’t any point to this anymore.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..-Choose 10 of your OC's-Answer the questions-Then tag 3 people---22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.9.10.---1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?11.) Everyone gat
About MeI'm weird.Yes i know.I'm slightly crazy.Its true.I'm super fun.Heck yeah!I'm a good friend.The best ever.I'm a poet.Only if you consider this a poem.