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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"
A letter...Dear XxWolfRocksxX,
I believed that I should make this, out of respect for you and your choice. Now I know that now with you gone that you won't see this, yet it's like talking to a ghost...they are there, yet not.
So, you never really did talk to me, but you did welcome me to DA when I was just starting. You were so sweet and you seemed to welcome me with open arms....I remember when we RPed as Tyler and Mitch, how you took the lead when I didn't know what I was doing.
I do say, I respect your choice to leave. Yet I feel as if I'll always be in wonder as to why? So many questions run through your head when you seem so lost....what if someone had told you not to leave? What if someone had stopped you and figured out why you couldn't do it anymore? How will we ever know the answers. I'm betting we will never know....but why should we know anyways? It's the questions that keep the world spinning don't they?
I ask all the questions yet I know y
Young man of dark skin
and brown eyes with love deep within,
marches on through the storm
to keep the innocent out of harm.
Gun slung over shoulder and knife in hand,
he defends to weak and helps them stand.
But one soldier boy cannot stand on his own
and will need a friend so he's not alone.
A young girl, of scarlet hair
has promised to stay close even when life isn't fair.
Never to leave nor to hide
for in her love the soldier boy can abide.
She'll hold his hand and kiss his cheek
to give him strength when he feels weak.
She'll carry him up hill and mountain top
and in front of fear she will not stop.
She will stand by his side now and forever.
You don't abandon the ones you love...never.
UsedI can never be free
Because the truth is you fucking used me
I thought you were the perfect love song
But I was dead wrong
I'm a mess
And that's all I'll ever be
I don't fucking sleep because of you
Because even in my dreams, destruction is what you do
I rather spend days awake
Then sleep and repeatedly break.
Tell me how you fucking sleep knowing you stole my heart
And tore it apart
I was tempted by your words
The sickest lies I've ever heard
Now I know
What type of person you are
You're a user
You manipulated me
I'm fucking broken don't you see?
And that's all I'll ever be
What the Black Keys Sound LikeI love the sound of a heartbroken piano
All the pains and the whines
Touched so gently
Then left behind
Oh, how I love the sound of a beaten piano
The cracked and missing keys
Always muttering "please..?"
My favorite sound is of a scarred piano
The last few keys it had
Were low, last breaths of a
Brokenhearted pianist who is not mad....
Minecraft in our heartsAdmit it. The first time you ever spawned, you didn't know what you were doing at ALL. You struggled to survive the harsh and hostile mobs. You got lost. You were confused. You were scared. You were lonely. But over time you learned from your struggle, your battles, and your loneliness. But you still never understood what your purpose in this world was. The truth is you THINK you know your purpose but you don't. You might think your purpose is to survive and defeat the Enderdragon but it's not; or to destroy the wither and keep the nether star to be honored for all time but it's not. You problably think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I speak the truth. To know what you're true purpose in this world is to find out for yourself. For I know what that is.
the death of a madmanI cringe when people say
"Laid to waste"
Whatever I got
Was only a taste
Much more vivid
Than any dream
Too good though it seemed
Back into earth
Had I earned godship?
Was this my rebirth?
My soul left my body
And spread far and wide
And my spirit, yes
Tears of joy it did cry
Seemed not to matter
It was suicide
In the blink of an eye
And the whole world's feelings
All at once when I died
Granted in death
They were stripped
I was thrown
Back into flesh
Silent KillersPeople stand around..like everything ok.. it makes me sad someone would judge a person, but it maddens me to know that they don't know how broken that person is. there that girl whose silent. but not because she suppose to be.. but because she has to be.. everyone is louder.. even though the room is silent.. her words and actions are faked, faked to how shes suppose to be. can you not hear the screams? your deaf and its killing her, shes weak and its slowly is haunting her, like the fact shes always alone, but she wants to be, to show that she wants you to come to her, and you don't notice? she loved, she laughed, but now shes nothing more but tears and scars, her voice was beautiful before they made her silent.
One More DayRoses are red
Violets are blue
I’d do anything
To be with you
I know you don’t love me
I’m sure it was fake
But I hope you’ll be mine again
I only have myself to blame
For thinking we could ever be more than friends
How could it be more than that?
All I can ask of you is to please
At least just for one more day
I can’t bear life without you
If you go
I’ll have to take myself away
So darling please stay here with me
At least one more day
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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