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The monster - draftThere was this girl once, who, liked to live in a world created inside hear head. And that world was made out of rainbow skies, sun kissed flowers, dream, fairytales, marshmallows and... him. But the was like the waves, coming, going and coming again. He was typical, norma, real and a total idiot. Real, like I mentioned. And she described him in so many words, she filled up an entire notebook with them, and she believed in those words. She described him as being every hero in her stories...
But one day, he, Travis, decided to brake her the news. This thime he was leaving for good, never returning into her caring arms although he promised her that a thousand times. He was never coming back, ever. his reason: he wouldn't regret it. Not now anyway...
And she was devastated of course, heartbroken, unwanted, alone. And she never really got over him because every time she missed him, she would stare in that notebook and remamber all about their story. And how he was the voice inside head hea
se pare ca-mi graieste-n alta limba intortochiata
in timp ce zambeste vag cu o aura intunecata
desprinzand mistere din aerul vechi al incaperii
in care soarele abia mai partundre printre draperii
in timp ce numar umbrele si-ascult sunetul distant de fanfara
el paseste lent numarandu-si pasii si masinile de afara
poarta in suflet o iubire, minus acele urme din trecut
care-i sunt prinse ca medallile unui soldat de soarta rapus
alt minut cade, cuvintele lui suna a poezii furate
dar niciunul dintre noi nu vorbeste de acele fantezii uzate
ma iubeste, dar cand a contat mai mult niciodata nu mia spus
doar s-a lasat purtat de vant, a inchis ochii si s-a lasat dus
si cand s-a intors tot la fel era, inchis, distant
cu gesturile unui veteran ingropate intr-un trup sarmant
dar cu toate acestea m-a luat de mana, ochii si-a inchis
si-a rosrtit domol "cu tine mereu, sunt cel mai fericit"
The DarknessThe Darkness
Dark is night,
Dark is fire,
Dark is the absence of the light,
Dark is a deep desire,
Night is calm,
Night is wish,
It's not something you can hold in your palm,
Night is the blackest of the pitch,
Black is the absence of colour,
Black is not always empty,
Black makes the waves of your body flutter,
Black is as black as it can be,
The abyss is darkness,
The abyss is strange,
The abyss leaves you helpless,
The abyss may have you forever changed.
Love?L is for left alone
O says I'm on my own
V is for vanished hope
E means the end of the road
H tells that heart is broken
U is for words unspoken
R is for reason why
T asks just for one more try
S is here to say goodbye
MindtravelClenching his delicate fingers and looking into his eyes, I almost felt like I'd faint. I did black out, but awoke in what appeared to be outer space.
I thought I'd die of the said asphyxiation that made you lose breath, but I didn't. I was breathing just fine. I thought I was alone, floating in this lovely space, but I wasn't.
He was right in front of me, black eyes gleaming in the sun. He extended his hands like he did before we appeared in this place. I held them and looked into his eyes.
Within those eyes, I saw everything. The truths behind lies, the feeling of being brought back to life, what truly happened before and the cloaked truths that were never before seen.
We let go and everything faded back to the room we were sitting in. I was poisoned, but that was merely a remainder of what was left of him. I'd remember him by this poison.
Birthday PoemBirthday Poem
Spring is a delight,
Summer is nice,
One year dies as a new one takes flight,
Your warm as fire but not cold as ice,
May your journey lead you to the best of things,
The birth of you is something to hold dear,
Take life that's fit for queens and kings,
Happy Birthday to you with a raised glass of beer!
My HeatYou mean everything to me
My heart has been locked
But, you now hold the key
My heart has been broken
I can hear it's pitiful plea
I want to love you
But, please don't hurt me
You have shown me a love I have never seen
Innocent and beautiful
You're what my heart has been longing for
You pull me out of my darkness into the bright light of your love
All I can do is thank the big guy above
I've been given a second chance on love
That's as beautiful as a white dove
I'll love you for forever
Hopefully always together.
By: Raven Star
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
UntitledMy favorite colors
The ones I haven't seen
The ones dancing from inside lightning shafts
Tiddling the sky
My favorite language
One spoken with the eyes
HE made them for me, solely
So i don't forget my home
When I get there she'll find me
Dressed in my favorite colors
The ones I've never seen
Then she'll say hello
Her lips never moving
ExpectationI can do it
no I can't
make up my mind
THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF
I think I can do it
I think I can't
WHY CAN'T YOU NOW?!
I said I think
I don't think
I can make up my mind
THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF
WHO HOLDS UP THEIR BARGAIN?!
How about some cigarrettes
for the ride on home?
did you tell him?
yes I did
except for when where
what time going to and
going from and
GO FUCK YOURSELF
YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM SHIT
ANYONE ELSE WANT TO
FUCK ME OVER
I'M SUPPOSED TO HANDLE IT RIGHT?!
I am willing to offer
although I might not
I might get back to you
in a few seconds
days hours weeks
THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF
WHO ELSE HAS THE TIME
TO FUCK ME OVER
I'M AS PEACHY KEEN AS EVER YOU FUCKS
Now I can do it
Now I made up my mind
Now give me those cigarettes
Now I know I can over
GO FUCK YOURSELF
FUCK YOU ALL
HOW ABOUT YOU'LL EXPECT ME
TO SHOVE A PUMP UP YOUR ASS
AND I'LL MAKE THAT PROMISE
A LOT MORE THAN ANY
if i could .still wonderless.if i could find a place were burdens could fade
you'd be a payphone away from the mess that i made
but I don't care if your beautiful lips exist out there
i'm still wonderless why you didn't begin to care
if i could know a time when i wasn't to blame
then i could run away for you every now and again
but when you kill the conversation and wrap up the knife
i'm still wonderless why you are still alive
if i could rearange every single memory that exists
you'd be a murderer and i would be at the top of your list
and we should get back to when we were in collision
but i'm still wonderless why you took that decision
if i could find a place where I could keep you safe
then you'd be just a doorknock away from that place
and i don't care if your unwilling to give it a try
i'm still wonderless why you won't try to be mine
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