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Late Night StudyingAgain and again my eyes would scan a line, but this late in the night the words stopped registering. Stopped making sense. My eyes felt dry and heavy, and then there was the yawning.
“I’ll just rest my eyes…” I’d taken to mumbling things to myself. The silence of the texts were driving me mad. “Just for a second,” I insisted.
But it wasn’t for just a second, and I knew it was foolish of me to believe it. What woke me was the clock tower above me striking the hour. Four loud bongs then silence. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stared at the pages in front of me. None of it made sense and I sighed. Then yawned. I sat up leaning backwards, pressing my hands to my eyes, perfectly content to drift off to sleep again.
“You should get some sleep.”
I know… I thought to myself. And then I realized the one speaking was not myself and jumped.
“Arcturus!” I yelped, turning in my seat to face the nosey, big-no
In a Split Second There was a split second of pain, and then all the feeling was gone. For a while everything had gone dark and I stopped thinking. Next to come was the feeling, and then my mind to register the feeling was there. I tried to remember what has just happened, what strange dream I had last night.
I had been flying. Yes. I could feel the wind in my feathers, the rush of air of my face, the adrenaline. But no, something wasn’t right. I wasn’t flying, I was falling. Plummeting from the Sky. The panic took hold of me, I was paralyzed. My senses were heightened yet I couldn’t understand what they were telling me. There was whistling in my ears, they popped as I dropped like a rock, the fall feeling like forever and yet the ground came all too fast. I relived my death and plunged back into darkness.
I was shaking, my heart, I think it was my heart, was pounding. I couldn’t calm down there was no escape
Country in Crisis TeaserAutumn. Such a beautiful time. Such a perfect time.
It had always been Terra's favorite. Just when it seemed as though the summer sun would never relent, the weather felt cooler. Breezier. Still warm just not hot. Even in a humid area like her own, it felt cool and relaxing.
But of course, not everyone could find this simple pleasure. To find peace and serenity through nature. But she was an earth. She, like all in her country, controlled an element. An element that was passed down from generation to generation through genetics. She controlled earth.
Earth. Most people think just the dirt and grim. And then again that's what most earths controlled, but this was where she stood out. She had a rare gift. One that allowed her control of plants and their growth. Because of this gift, every time Terra went outside, she couldn't help but stop and let nature overwhelm her. Especially now.
Autumn. Her favorite time of year
Walking down the path to a place unknown, Terra closes her eyes.
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I am frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins or icebergs rooting in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs.
Because there is none. I didn't feel anything when he left.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed and heart broken, because at least sadness could prove that I did love him and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that is what I know, that is the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and
Words on a ScreenLife has been a v i c i o u s cycle.
I’ve stuck in it for years, since senior year of high school. This was when friends turned away, turned into things I didn’t need. Depression destroyed a lot of what I held dear, leaving my life in shambles. Somehow I made it through to the end of the year. Somehow I managed to grab hold the edge of my cap, and managed to toss it up into the air, and join my Class of 2011 in celebrating the feat of graduating high school.
It wasn’t until I was out in the real world that I realized the saying, “You are only friends with people at school because you saw them five days a week.” Quickly I watched as everyone got married off, or had kids… within the simple span of months since we took pictures on the tarp covered graduation floor. The men wandered off to their missions, the women started families. Everyone I was around for the final year of high school quickly ran off to their fut
Lively Colored RocksLively colored rocks
Stationed by the waterfall
Damp and moist they stay
Yet beautiful they are
Silky smooth skin from the crashing waves
Still remaining resilient after all that has happened
Oh proud and joyous soul
There is much to be admired of you
But why settle for this?
The river awaits your calling
To an everlasting bed of dreams
Where your light shines the brightest
Wash away your fears
Oh fascinaing and marvelous gem
For your valor is needed
To service the eyes which grant me vision
To view those lively colored rocks
KaterleYou are what taught me how to love, your breathing my dictionary. I sleep best when you're snoring next to me, as you're doing it right now...
We met when I was about ten, and I wasn't doing well. You came with sky-blue eyes and the old lady you just wouldn't stand to be separated from. The beauty of winter, but your heart was a camp fire in the deep dark woods, a comfort to the lost wanderers like me. When my head ached from crying too much, I had a soft place to lay it down on you. Your fur dried all my tears. Your gentle purring drowned all thoughts of sad and grey.
That house was never my home; but they say home is where the heart is, and you were there, and I stayed with you.
Would I still be alive if I had run away back then?
Would it even be life without you?
And whenever my heart hurts, I have you. Your sweet, gloved paws to touch my face, your calm heartbeat to talk to me. The only thing it ever says is 'I love you.'
It's an echo of my own, it's the voice of all my thoughts. T
do it.Suffering isn't always pain.
Sometimes its having to itch your finger,
when you wanna strike a match,
and watch it all just fucking burn.
The World Is A Trigger: Social Works. It all began with a look outside the window. Perhaps they could have of told them that they had no daughter, or that she wasn't there... But where is there use in lying when all their names are in he system? Before there was a chance, they met her eyes. After adult-talk, the sheriff walked in. His words burned against the rim of her cranium, the way he directed her to clean her room... But truly, was that his worry? Or was it the way the black mold on the living room walls curled so delicately, as though purposefully designed. Perhaps he wanted her to start simple and keep her hidden in lies, despite the obvious truth that returned her glares. Then again, maybe it was due to the dog's papers, full of business, that the sheriff slipped on. Maybe, again, he wanted her to begin small. But what is so small when he questions her desire to live in this Hell? Had she known the world, had she known a true, "normal" household, perhaps the sense would have met her to beg them to sav
masochist.It's not the simple pain that I enjoy,
it's simply the pain of loving you,
which gives me my sick thrill.
lover I will never haveto the lover I will never have...
What was I in your eyes?
A one night stand?
A friend? An enemy? A lover?
Though, I thought it was strange... You always said you hated me.
Always pushed me away.. But I guess that's alright.
You called me cute though. That day, after school.
It left an imprint on me. And I wondered.
What do you really think of me?
Just what am I to you?
We never kissed. Never-- did, anything of that nature.
School's full of pretty boys.. And hot girls..
Why call me cute? Why not some chick you got pregnant?
There's videos of it, you know.. Online.. Tons..
We want to share our bodies with the world. We want them, to notice us.
To touch us. Show us how they make us feel..
I'm just a guy.. Nothing special about me.. Not at all..
Still, you called me cute. And I guess..-- I wondered what you meant by that.
Maybe it was nothing, so I'm overreacting. But maybe, maybe it was something.
I'll never know.
Though days will go by. Before long, you
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