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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
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
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