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Life of a Fashion MajorNo time to sleep.
No time to eat.
No time to sleep.
No time to eat.
No time to sleep.
No time to eat.
No time to stop.
No time to think.
AloneI feel my heart breaking.
The silence: suffocating.
I’m drowning in tears.
The emotion is killing me.
And yet you don’t care.
You used me.
You don’t care about me.
You care about her,
The one who broke your heart,
And left you without cause.
Now here I am,
My shoulders shaking from the weight of yet another broken heart.
You call yourself a fool in love.
It is I who am the fool.
I trusted you with my every thought,
My every feeling.
You broke my trust.
You left me alone.
SilentI try to speak,
But cannot find the words.
When I do,
I have to fight to be heard over you.
You ask me a question,
Then ignore me when I answer.
I try to find my voice,
But you keep me lost.
You steal my map.
You keep the treasure hid far away.
My opinions are meaningless.
I try so hard to be what you want.
But sometimes I lose myself,
And can only think to scream,
The sound still unheard over your roars.
I try to make myself heard.
I scream out in pure agony,
Pure primitive instinct to survive,
To feel anything close to alive.
Yet under you,
I only end up silent.
The ManI couldn't help but stare. There was just something about this man that was so intriguing. I have no idea why but I just couldn't take my eyes off the tall, thin man. I tried to look away, but some mysterious force would make my eyes snap right back onto him. He must've noticed me staring because he started walking towards me. And yet I couldn't stop staring.
"Can I help you?" He was standing right in front of me and I could see every feature clearly. His long black bangs and fair skin brought out his ice blue eyes which sparkled behind his glasses. The small silver stud in between his soft, plump lips and his strong chin glittered in the bright California sun.
"You were staring at me." His voice was different than I expected. It sounded almost cartoonish.
"Oh! I um uh." He fiddled with the bar across the top of his left ear and chuckled, obviously amused by my struggle to form a coherent sentence.
"Some of my friends and me were just about to get in line for the h
Story blip 1I felt his icy cold fingers rubbing against my arm as I stared deep into his equaly icy blue eyes and whispered "I love you" without even thinking, the demon-like creature pulling me deeper and deeper under his spell. He pulls me into an icy, passionate kiss and I fall completely, his lover and his slave for all eternity, our souls bound by a sick, twisted fate, keeping us in this hellish waltz until the end of time.
Trying to get away.
Trying to ecape the darkness and find the light.
Nothing but running.
Running from my fears.
Running from my past.
Running from my demons.
Running away from the monster I've become.
Running away from myself.
The chase is never ending.
A Visit from SatanIt all started with me and my parents going to visit my brother at college down south. We decided to make it into a little trip so we went to New Orleans for a few days. The first few days were normal save for the occasional ghost which was to be expected.
Then At around 4:30 am on one of the last nights in New Orleans I woke up for no reason laying on my back looking up which was weird because I usually sleep on my side curled up in a ball. As soon as I opened mu eyes I saw a bright red web and a very thin man clinging to it like a spider with red skin, claws, and yellow eyes, hissing like a snake. I was frozen as fear spread to every cell of my body. The man then looked down at me, an evil grin on his horrid face, and said "I want you." in a low, grumbling voice.
I instantly broke free from my fear-induced paralysis and ran into the bathroom screaming which woke up my whole family. When I told them what I saw they all laughed and called me crazy because they didn't s
Haunting in the Hallway"Earlier in the summer I was at my family's beach house in Oxnard with my parents. Late one night I was thirsty so I got up to get some water in the kitchen at the end of the long hall upstairs.
I got halfway down the hall when I saw a transparent white figure coming up the stairs. It had long black hair that looked as if it were blowing in the wind, fair skin, and wore a long, tattered white gauzy gown which also looked as if it were blowing in the wind. I noticed the figure was floating a few centimeters off the ground and didn't have any feet.
After a few moments of me staring at it, the figure turned to look at me. I noticed it was insanely beautiful but had two black holes where its eyes should have been. I instantly got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and startd backing up to go back to my room. Suddenly the figure's face contorted into the face of a demon as it let out a scream I will never forget and began to rush towards me. I tried to run to my room but the door slamed
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues instead
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Dark SideThere's another side of me
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
I died todayI died today
Took my own life
I was tired
I was desperate
And now I'm dead
People never cared
So I left them behind
Now a new life awaits
Beyond the gates of Hell
each kiss carries
context and content,
sad eyes pour into mine
like a swimming pool
being filled with angels’ tears.
i cup her face in my hands,
trying to hold all of the water
that escapes her
as i gently kiss her forehead.
i will cradle her cerebrum
and maintain our composure.
i will protect you.
refers to the hands on a clock,
as well as the anatomical.
and this kiss is subtle,
but it represents our passing of time.
i started this with my mother at 13,
and only a few embraces away from 18.
with our fingers locking
themselves to adolescence.
i never have visibly blushed,
but i swear my flushed cheek
burned where your left your lips
for nearly a lifetime.
at least that’s what it felt like.
i kissed the blinds
that covered the windows
of your soul
to let you know
the sun still shone
even if your eyes were close
bone brittlethey say that love is like an ocean and you can feel the waves
filling up your stomach, saltwater rolling against your nervous system.
they say that when you're in love and you curl your toes in pleasure
you can feel wet sand between them, warm against the skin.
but your love was like a desert.
our love left me parched, throat raw, the taste of grit in my mouth.
my stomach empty, growling for some sort of sustenance,
something you always refused to give me when i needed it most.
you told me you loved me, like a mirage floating amongst our heat.
if love is like an ocean then you were loneliness, i guess.
every saltwater tear you cried evaporated into thin air.
you were the Sahara and i was the Atlantic.
we collided every time we met.
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