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SkinI want to tear off my skin
count every vein
watch every heart beat
as I crack open my chest
count every vessel
and watch every muscle contract
feel every nerve
as I watch my blood flow
I want to tear my skin off
see deeply inside
Just to see how everybody is
just then I would learn
to hate myself less
Tear it all off
and watch it all ¬¬grow back
and maybe I’ll become anew again
This time I’ll love myself
That DayI died a little that day
Something I will never get back
washed away with the tears
with the screams of regret and sorrow
Nothing will be the same
The pain is dulled, but never leaves
Always there underneath
The memories have a painful sting to them
I died a little that day
remembering that last touch
That last contact with your eyes
So much to say
It happened too quickly
I died a little that day
Something I will never get back
My heart is broken
My resolve is gone
I'm a coward
My rock was stolen
Split in two
I don't know what to do
Without You near me
Always there, never from my side
Never a moment or incident
without knowing I had you
I died that day
Who I am
Will never be the one you had
My heart bursts
For I died that day.
Poem: She dancesShe dances
On pin-pointed toes
Her hands in the air
No one sees it
The perfect show
Swirling and twirling
The smile large and inviting
Painted on her face
No one sees
The perfect show
For you and me
She stumbles and falls for a moment
Quiet no one says or does anything
No one sees
The perfect show as she stands up and continues
No one sees
The smile is gone and doubt creeps in
She dances and swirls
One perfect pin-point toes
What can they say?
They didn't see it they claim
When she falls once again
That painted smile gone
Feet flat on the ground, knees skin
The world slowing as she kneels to it
They didn't see it, they claim
The doubt, the jealousy
They didn't see it
She doesn't get up
Poem: SeductionIt's easy to fall into it
To feel it's grasp, that sickening familiarity come over you
That hateful feeling
It's a seduction of sorts
Only I know you
Of thoughts too consuming to get up and see
Of believing the devil's lies
It's hard to break free, to want to break free
It's always there and been there. It's not fleeting
Not in pill form or human form
Never leaving you
It's a seduction of sorts
Not simple or easy
No one wants it, no one needs it but it's there
That fear and weakness, sucking all of the energy up
That voice that tells you that they are lying, they always lie
I will never lie to you
And you hate yourself because you believe those lies
I don't want it
To believe it anymore
Losing so much to that sickening familiarity
Because it never leaves, it's comfortable
So much hatred, not a sweet seduction at all. Nothing to gain
But that is a lie
Poem: Cold AngerIt doesn't burn anymore
It sits still
Like a stone
Just there, waiting to be
It doesn't burn anymore
The hatred, the anger
Not like those younger days
Which made you go forward
The hate leading you
The pointlessness of it all
But it sits there
No matter how much you change, how much you begin to let that
Anger and hate
It sits there like a stone
Waiting for that moment
You let it all go
The hurt, resentment flying
Not realizing how pointless it all is
How really cold it is
The Bird and The FishThere once was a bird
She had all she could want.
Nothing could stop her,
Or so she thought
There once was a fish
He had all he wanted.
But he wanted more
He wanted to fall in love,
Have a family
Start his life as soon as possible
Thats what he wanted.
There once was a Bird and a fish
They met and became friends.
He loved hearing the birds tales of other lands
The stories were nothing like he imagined.
Plus she was free and could fly away anytime
Something he could never do.
The bird loved hearing his stories
Tales and legends of life under water
was nothing she ever thought of
It was different
something she could
never really experience.
There once was a bird and a fish
And they fell in love.
Impossible you would think that
the two most unlikely creatures
could ever meet
Than ever fall in love.
They did though,
they loved being near
each other though the question that
Will always be asked..
Where will they live?
The answer though it is simple
Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup. Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gangnam sty
Straws I used to play with straws when I was a kid.
Despite our family's obvious comfortable financial status, my siblings and I, some reason,lacked in toys. While others just replayed whatever toys they may have over and over again, I, for some really odd reason, became fixated with straws.
It's a hobby I shared with no one, since it was odd for children my age to become fixated with straws, when they have their Hot Wheels and Jenga and UNOs, or if they're really lucky, a computer to play with.
Straws, were in a way, my own toys to play with, something to indulge in my fleeting childhood interest in architecture and structures.
The real reason I chose straws, however, is its cheapness and accessibility. You can get straws almost anywhere. The moment I finished my Slurpee, I'd wash the straw and keep it in a box. If I finished drinking a box of milk, the straw will be washed and stored in the same b
Blood MoonWe stood in the middle of the road in flip flops and winter jackets. Our silhouettes were outlined by the motion sensor lights on the porch, our heads tilted back searching the sky.
"Have we ever even looked for the moon out here before?"
She shrugs and sighs. "No, but we also have never been out at half past twelve."
"Yes we have. We just never looked at the sky." Maybe because we didn't care if it was their, as long as we had the porch light, we didn't need the moon. But i didn't say that.
I saw lights down the road but they weren't moving closer.
"Should we go up to the turn-around?"
The car sounded exceptionally loud leaving the driveway at this time. We pulled up on the mat of pine needles on the side of the road and stepped out of the car. We went to both sides of the road and strained our necks but we saw nothing.
"Should we go to the bottom of the hill?" It's a mountain. I know why she calls it the hill though. It's such a gradual slope you'd never guess you were a thousa
Percy Jackson : The Frozen Flame REMAKE : Part 43 The rest of the day went on normally, I just kept thinking... I went over to Zoey and Leonidas. They weren't participating in the Greek Festivities. "Aren't you supposed to be with them?" Zoey asked me when I approached, she mentioned to the other Campers at the Camp Fire. I shook my head, "I could be, but I need to talk to you guys." "Sure, what do you wanna talk about?" "Well... Doesn't our quest seem... Unfinished? It might sound crazy, but we still haven't gotten all the answers. We need to prepare, but... How? How exactly do we prepare for this?" Zoey twirled and arrow between her fingers, as she always did when she was nervous.
"Your right, our job does seem unfinished, but what exactly are we to do? We should ask your Camps Elder. You trust his wisdom and guidance and that's good enough for us. Lets go." I nodded, "You guys head over, I'll go round up the others." I somehow managed to find Percy in the crowd and pry him from Annabeth who looked at us suspiciously. H
Intrusa en el pantanoLaila se agachó ante el nuevo ataque de los no muertos. Cuando pensó que todo estaba perdido Roderick la protegió con su libro-tanque de ser mordida. La chica le dedicó una mirada de agradecimiento antes de volver al ataque. Dando vueltas, se encontraron rodeados.
-¡¡Donde diablos esta Ademar!!-
Tres días antes.
-Me alegra que consigas tiempo para venir conmigo a la misión, Adi- Laila caminaba acompañada de Ademar hacia los establos.
-Me alegra que me hayas invitado, la verdad, estaba algo aburrido- Ademar observaba fascinado a Susy en sus manos. La hadita asentía a todo lo que los chicos decían como si estuviese de acuerdo.
Cuando llegaron al establo Roderick los estaba esperando con los caballos y la alpaca listos. Susy revoloteó hasta el elfo y lo abrazó con una enorme sonrisa. Cuando Roderick observó a Ademar acompañando a Laila su sonrisa de burla fue
Death of Memory Is UnavoidableLight travels 186,282 miles a second. Those points of light littering the night sky...how many still burn? It has traveled for countless eons to reach us, to gift us with a single dot of radiance.
But is it all a mirage? A lie? How many of those stars have already passed from this universe?
It is the same with us...with the Earth and humanity. We will be but a tiny flame upon the cosmos, destined to be snuffed out. Then we will be forgotten. Stars will still burn, planets will still thrive, the universe will still breath on...all without us.
So take my advice here and now... Live your life as you see fit. Because you, too, will be forgotten amid the raging seas of life and death within humanity. Up until the human race itself no longer exists.
The Miracle (formerly Powerwheels) chapter 3~chapter 3~
Over the next few months Sadie had gotten much stronger; by the end of March she was sitting up on her own, and was in the process of relearning to stand. Sadie was also learning how to control her gait when she walked or stood. When she first learned to walk with her walker, before her surgery, her gait was extremely wobbly. Now, 3 weeks after her surgery when she stood, her gait was mostly stable, and she could finally manage to both stand and grab something at the same time without falling. This made her parents very proud, their little girl, who was thought to never walk, run or play, was now standing on her own, and if she kept going at this pace, she would be walking independently very soon.
Now at age 6, Sadie was in first grade, and she could stand and walk on her own for short periods of time, with a stable gait. Flashback a year before, and she was just learning to stand again. Now that Sadie could walk for short distances without h
Titanic - Birth Of A Legend - Epilogue
The story of the Titanic and that of her legend remains alive and well to this very day... it was in the years after she sank that turned her into more than just any normal legend... an eternal and spiritual legend and it all happened almost seventy years later when the world thought that the great ship would never been or heard from again.
In 1980, Titanic was discovered and found by NUMA, known as the National Underwater and Marine Agency, led by Dirk Pitt. She was found laying more than over two miles down below the surface, intact and mostly in perfect condition with only little signs of deterioration. With that year of 1980, Titanic was raised and towed to New York where she at last completed her maiden voyage. Then NUMA decided to put her into preservation and began a massive project to restore her and get her back into working order. Clive Palmer, an Australian Billionaire, led the project to bring Titanic back to life and have her as the flag ship to serve for his shipping comp
Broken Promises (Chapter 1)I am worthless, i do everything wrong and i always cause problems.
I probably don’t even deserve to life.
Tears rolled over her cheek while she sat in the darkest corner of her room.
Pain... So much pain.
She closed her eyes, not caring about the cuts on her wrists.
Oh, how much she disliked her life.
Always putting on a fake smile, laughing with her own stupid jokes, always trying to keep the act up.
Slowly she stood up and walked towards her mirror, resting her forehead against it.
“Heh... I just broke a promise..Again”
She laughed while the tears kept falling and the blood kept running.
“I must be insane.. Look at me.. Laughing..Crying... Cutting..”
At the corner of her eye she could see the picture of her mother.
“Mommy would be dissapointed..”
A sigh could be heard and she slowly sat down on her bed.
“Just like everybody else..”
The Ground and The SkyWhen all you see is the ground, the dirt and plants. The lowest of life at it's fullest, and how dirty things could and would be. When that is all you see and want to see. To scared to look up, to look above you.
It's always amazing when you see how blue the sky is. And it becomes the most beautiful thing in the world to you. Even when it's clouded and dark (darker than the dirt) or when it's bright and the sun stings your eyes.
And that's all you remember when you finally let go and look back at the ground. And for a moment it becomes beautiful too. And all you can remember is that blue, blue sky that filled you with hope that everything will be okay.
Because it had to be okay to be able to witness so much beauty at one time.
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