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ooooooNight was coming quickly, casting a shadow on everything in it's path. A soft breeze rolled by, as if to to warn me that i was alone. The wind began to pick up more and more, causing small tree branches to crackle and bigger ones to screech against the windows.
afraid a branch might break and shatter my kitchen window, i took the gardening sheers and marched outside to cut any dead branches off. The storm on the horizon was evident; if the moisture in the air that clung to my neck and arms weren't enough, the heat and pressure were the only other things that could assure me.
As the first few droplets sprinkled my hair and the tip of my nose, i saw a shape out of the corner of my eye and held back a gasp. The light from the front porch bent around the man, stretching and oblonging his shadow.
prettywhat is left when all you hang onto is a pretty face?
when the world revolves around beauty but the rest of us can't keep up the pace?
It's all lies, skin and bones,
whats left of beauty is forgotten like an ancient picture, carved in stone.
you ARE beautiful, it may not be in the way that the world wants you to be,
but its what you've got so cling to it tightly and never set if free.
Your soul is the most precious thing that this new world doesn't hold dear,
when all girls are driven to starvation, is that when they will reappear?
When will we, ourselves, be enough for the world? When our pores are non existant and our hair is perfectly flat? What if they told you curly hair and big pores were in syle? what would you do about that?
fallingsinking sliding, unable to escape.
theres no way to separate my inevitable fate.
nothing under me, to keep me steady,
no one by my side, waiting and ready.
Tumbling, falling, hurling with speed,
cant take any more of this wanting...this need.
fighting struggling, to keep away from the end
only to find that i'm stuck again.
numbing, death, anything but this
the feeling i get with each and every kiss.
insert title here 2the teacher passed the books out to us, gave us a sheet with four questions on it, then left the classroom saying something about the teachers lounge.
"HI! I'm Sam" the beautiful, colorful girl said, her face animated and happy.
she held her rainbow-gloved hand out for me to shake.
"J-Jason..." i managed to stutter taking her hand.
"Where'd ya move from, Jason?"
my name on her lips made my heart explode again, this time melting it and sending a warm tingle through my body.
"michigan..." i mumbled.
"ooh it must be freezing there! Well Jason say hello to the Texas heat haha you get used to it." She laughed nervously, biting her lip a little on the left side.
"you moved in right next to me, maybe we can hang out some time i'm sure after a few days you'll fit right in here." she assured me.
somehow even when she said it i didn't beleive her.
we got talking about stuff she was interested in, the more she talked, the more i felt like i was going to go insane and kiss
insert title herenew state, new school, new everything...of course my parents picked freshman year to move me across the country from the only place i'd ever known. why me? why now? why HERE? we stepped off the plane into the small airport. i could already feel the heat. from big town michigan to small town texas, i am NOT going to fit in here. an outcast through high school. i'm screwed. effed. pwned. anything but okay. my mom rubbed my arm
"it'll be okay, jason. You will make plenty of friends and we'll still keep in touch with your old ones." she assured me. i knew it was lies. everything would sure as hell not be okay. we walked to the parking lot, our stuff was already at the new house i'd never been to. we drove for 20 minutes, i watched the hills and pastures fly by the window as i settled into a deep sense of self-pity.
i didn't hate my mom, i knew this move was for the best. i just wish it didn't have to be now. we got out of the car, and started for the big, red front door. when it o
scream ch. 4"WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHERRRRRRR!" sang Anna, as loud as she possibly could. she thought watcing musicals would make me feel better, which would have worked, had it not been high school musical.
I heard Jared snickering as he strolled by behind the couch. From that moment on i knew he was to be my enimy in front of Anna, but a friend when she wasn't looking. That night when as i tried to fall asleep, Anna snoring in the bed next to me, all i could think about was him. I tried to push his image out of my head. His perfect dimples, the way his hair moved.
what the hell is wrong with me?!?!?! Snap out of it girl! How can you be thinking about boys when your family was just taken from you!?!!?!?!?
finally i just got up and walked towards the kitchen for a glass of water, fumbling in the dark. I felt my body collide with another and hit the floor, although, there was no noise made.
someone was on top of me, and they whispered "Miya? is that you?"
"yeah, can you ge
scream ch3I picked up the last box, then looked around the room. It was once so formiliar, now it seemed as if it was haunted by the life that used to be so happy there.
My heart raced as i my mind took me back to when i was about 4 years old. I danced and sang with my brother, we spun in circles until we were too dizzy to walk. I watched my small self spin, a warm light over the room, then looked at my brother and tears threatened to spill. I snapped myself back into reality, then I switched off the light as I walked out of the room, closed the door, and continued out of the house. a single tear fell from my eye as i took one last look at my childhood home.
"come on, lets get out of here" said Anna, she rubbed my arm gently and led me to the car. All i had were my possesions and a few things of my family's that i kept. for instance, my mothers wedding dress, the family photo album, my brothers football helmet, and my fathers bible, these things were of the greatest importa
scream ch.2"Miya! What's wrong??? what happened?" Anna tried to ask, shaking me as a whaled and sobbed in agony. I screamed and threw pillows and popcorn at the television set, which caused Anna to look. She too fell to her knees in shock.
she held me as i cried. The phone rang about 20 seconds later.
Anna answered with a "hello?" and then she said "yes, she is aware, we just saw the news" there was a long pause. "no...not there. can she stay with a friend?"
she said "yes we can get the papers" then hung up.
I didn't care what happened to me. I wanted my family.
screamit was supposed to be a normal friday, but that day was the day my life changed. I rode the bus home, as usual, and got home around 3. my best friend anna came over and we were getting ready for a party when i heard the news on the TV. i collapsed onto the floor in tears. they showed pictures on the screen of the three people killed in the accident. my family.
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
the pilot's daughterI would swallow
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
Step Back Let's take a step back:
back to simpler times
where we had no cares
and just hoped it would last.
I love you more than anything
and I love you more
than anyone else
on this forsaken television screen
displaying the dream of life
could love anything.
has a greater love
than mine for you.
Forget all the philosophical quotes
I need to stop
and get back
to the point of this notebook:
throw poetic license out the window,
I fucking love you,
I have nothing
and with you
I have everything;
I could ever ask for,
Anticipated Disaster Waiting
for something all hidden.
If the secret get out,
it's over for us.
You want everything
and I think I have it all.
You think I'm perfect,
when I'm lacking
all that you seek.
are everything I need
just by being with me.
Asking and anticipating
all that leads to our demise
I feel bad,
for not giving the same way;
but right now
I feel dreadful,
Stomach Tied In Knots2:47 A.M.
Texting you late night
Listening to songs that make me think of you
Thinking of me pecking kisses on your pretty pink lips
It keeps my stomach tied in knots.
1:32-1:34 AMIts late
I know I should sleep
But all I want to do
Is stay and talk with you
Even as the stars twinkle and shine
And as the sun begins to rear it's ugly face
Even if I had work tomorrow
I'd stay up all night to speak to you
It'll bring me closer to you
Since you aren't here
With me, falling asleep
Catching yourself with little head jerks
Being here to hold close
It leaves a void
That can't wait to be fulfilled
By being with you again
Fireflies.Take my hand,
twirl me around,
can you glimpse the fireflies
as we dance?
A silent audience,
blinking and providing our light,
the warm air surrounding us
is filled with those lanterns.
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the beat?
We're singing even if we can't speak,
laughing even if we can barely breathe.
Dancing, listening, singing, laughing
all across the grass as we glide
(in what hopefully passes as graceful),
yet paying no mind whoever may judge
for there's only us tonight.
Under the stars above,
through the yellow stars around,
I think dancing with you
would be more like having lightning bugs inside me,
replacing the butterflies for one evening.
Laugh into me,
for maybe it's not my veins filled with light
but your eyes.
Reflecting the stars that don't blink quite like
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
loving armswith arms open wide,
you are always by my side.
from beginning to the end,
you can always be my friend.
love may be a word to 'strong'
as others may say.
but in the end,
who of them, has stayed?
the feelings i feel for you,
are too much to ignore,
you, my dearest love, my only treasure,
are the one, the only one, who i shall ever adore.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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