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untitledIt's 4:21 in the morning and I haven't slept once in what feels like forever. For some odd reason I'm listening to "Fix You" by Coldplay and that's making everything hurt more. I know what this song feels like. I'm stuck in reverse. Except there's no tears. And no replacement. It went to waste. All of it. All of my love has been wasted on one pathetic bastard who couldn't even remember my name. He's triggered more than one anxiety attack. I can't erase him, no matter how hard I try. I try and try and try and try and try and nothing works because my memory is too good for my own good and it hurts. I hate the fact that I used to feel so strongl
Fiery CheckerboardFiery Checkerboard:
My life has a multitude of pieces
It changes gradually with time
Every choice changes the game
But my checkerboard is damaged
Battered and Broken
Yet it Survives
Each sorrow and pain
Set the board aflame
My beautiful burning checkerboard
The fire burns it up, up, up!
Until the pain ebbs away
And all that's left is what remain
and black and white ashes
Pieces of my heart lost forever
Though the rest of me remains
Scars from the fire that never fade
But I Will Be Strong
One day the fire will consume me
And I Will Cease To Be
Falling into Death, me and all my scars
But Until That Day Comes
I will continue on...
Realization Dreams are all he has of her now. Dreams, and his memories. It may not seem like much to many, but to him, it was everything.
Even when he dreams he can still see strands of crushed chestnut covering her face like a bridal veil, hiding her wonderfully maddening smile. Eyes crafted from the purest amazonite looked upon him with such clarity that he was sure she was right beside him, studying him as if he were the formula and the answer to perfection, committing every detail to memory. If only such moments were possible. How could anyone have the strength of will to resist those hauntingly beautiful eyes? How could any man living or dead not immediately feel as if an angel had descended from heaven upon witnessing such perfection?
Even her name was a petal on his lips, soft and gentle like the blossom of a rose.
So much time has passed since he last saw
tripping upthe ecstasy makes you stay up.
i know you wanted to fly away.
those wings you have are only inked on
they aren't as strong as you are
and you will never fly.
but i guess you wanted to take a trip,
a good one before you die.
you said acid has no side effects
but i think that maybe you're drowning,
there are waves on the wall
and i just wanted to know,
do they move you?
Magical Past: TagIt was a bright and sunny day at Sarah’s favorite park. She was always glad to go to her park, even though it didn’t have the swings that were at the other one. Plus the bigger kids were always on the swings anyway.
Today was going to be extra fun because her friend Tess was going to be there, too! Lots of Sarah’s friends were going to get-together for what her Mom called a “play date.” But she hadn’t seen Tess in the longest time of everybody.
The raven-haired five-year-old was getting impatient to get to the park, and kept darting about the house. She bounded up the stairs into her parents’ room,