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What does it mean.to be a hero,
what does it mean?
To lose yourself,
to save another being?
To help millions,
but leave no real thought?
to sell yourself,
but leave nothing bought?
where are we all going,
what does it mean,
what are they showing,
is this on the big screen?
To love someone,
and to teach them the same?
to go through life,
not ending up "lame" ?
To catch all the promises someone threw away,
to let someone live another day?
To hear the words,
and know what they say?
what color is the sky,
when you open your eyes?
i know you can't tell me.
To teach one the value of life,
to end someone's long-lived strife?
taking away the edge of the knife,
or loving someone even though you've seen the bite?
What makes a hero,
what determines a life,
do we have the choice,
to change our own lives?
To save another,
from certain peril,
to watch the clock,
Devious Journal EntryToday is just so great, I am so happy.
I am listening to AiC and I finished my science and i just am so great feeling
I love today and people and I just want to swim and be lovey to everyone
Breathing underwater.I feel like it's inevitable now,
I'm drowning, but I'm smiling, how?
I wish you could teach me to breathe underwater,
I don't want to be a martyr,
though I feel as if I already am,
I don't know if I should even give a damn.
I see you all around the shore,
calling out my name, and more,
beckoning me to come aboard,
I don't think I can reach,
I feel the current, like a leech,
stealing the happiness, stealing my life,
don't think this is just a one time strife,
The current has been calling for such a long time,
Would it really be such a crime,
to slip below,
still calling my name, oh god, I know,
my fatigue is starting to show.
Somebody pulls me up,
I feel their lips graze mine,
feel their air fill up lungs, -mine,
but I'm still not sure if this is such a good sign,
Sputtering and stuttering, I try to stand,
I feel the land,
beneath my feet,
but I don't think I can bring myself to defeat,
the darkness that's still calling m
Flying.Blue bird, blue bird,
flying in the sky,
take me off to no-where-land,
show me how to fly.
Take me off to somewhere,
where I will be okay,
forgive me all my wrongdoings,
show me the way.
Blue bird, Blue bird,
flying up so high,
take me off to no-where-land,
teach me how to fly.
Teach me all your secrets,
as if i was one of you,
because if you couldn't see,
there isn't room for two.
Fly me high, above the sea,
take me where,
only birds can be.
is just fantasy,
but I'd love to be a bird.
Anger?If you're there,
please speak up,
if you're there,
come pick me up?
I wonder where,
the hell you've been.
I wonder if,
I can even call you a friend.
I wonder if,
you'll just leave again.
I wondered for months,
starting to weep.
I walked alone,
for a real long time,
and now you think,
everything will be fine.
Routine.Her name is unknown but her words bring up a fierce rage,
it bubbles down deep in my stomach, but rarely reaches my throat. The could-have words stay, silently stuck, adding up to something bigger. later on.
Her hair is curled, and crunchy. She walks by and a fragrance so sickly sweet invades my nostrils, burning every hair.
Her voice sounds like bubble gum, and her breath smells like oranges. She opens her mouth afters staring for multiple minutes.
She says this to me and I think of every insult that has ever been uttered in my direction. I think of every insult that has ever been uttered in my direction. It's only a tiny sting in an ever opening, and healing wound.
I find the words. They aren't s eloquent as they were in my head when my ears hear them. "Ignorance isn't any prettier." She doesn't hear me. She's looking at her computer screen, bottom lip quivering.
This is a time when, god, I wish looks could kill, becaus
Breathing gets harder when the humidity goes up.I wish I could show you how I feel. I wish emotions were easy. I wish I could just peel back my skin and show you my good intentions.
Good intentions never seem to really pay the dues, I really don't understand anythingabout the news. I don't know if I can do this withou tyou.
Without you is nothing I would ever imagine, and imagining is my forte.
The classroom is always so loud, even when my head is in the clouds. It makes these days seem so long.
These days are often too long and the nights not nearly long enough. I wish these three years would just fly by, so we could be together.
I wish being together wasn't such a hassle, I want to be with you. I hope you don't go on and forget about me.
If you forgot about me, I don't know what I'd do, I wasn't lying when I said my heart beats for you, these days.
These days seem too long and the nights not long enough. I wish I could sleep more but it's hard without hearing your voice.
Your voice is the only sound I long
SkinI feel you
As you slide under the covers behind me
Your skin so cool and supple
The soft springy hairs on your chest
Stroke the middle of my back
Finding the tattoo of the unicorn
You chose for me that time by the sea
When we first met
I smell you
As you fold your arms around me nice and tight
Bringing with you scents of
Evening air and salty, musky male
Warming me and cooling me
Building my desire with pure alchemy
Turning me to liquid gold and heat
Just like before
I hear you
As you sigh with me in mutual pleasure
Lifting my hair, touching
Your lips to my moist nape, so needy
Aching for your soft, sweet kiss
Take me to that dark, dark place, my lover
Bite me, suck me, bleed me dry, you fiend
One last time
late night taxi cab She got in more than ten minutes ago, makeup smudged by tears or sweat. For pretty girls, it’s always tears. She looks out the window, silent, a cigarette burning in her right hand. It started raining a short while ago and the taxi’s motor has been shut down way before that. It’s eerily quiet and she remarks on it, her voice hoarse and oddly soft for the wild child she looks like. The cab driver has given up on telling her to hurry up and choose a destination or leave because she reminds him too much of someone.
They’ve been sitting in this deafening silence forever.
She looks back inside, focuses her gaze on the radio to see if it’s off or just turned down. The silence seems to have a weight and it presses down on her. Last night, she sold love in sealed paper packets tucked in shirtsleeves and underwear, caught in the underwire of her bra, pressed to the hummingbir
poetry is thinking with your skinwith strands of sunlight for hair
anchors drawn in permanent ink
this catharsis is your skin talking
the hairs on your arms rising.
a sudden glimpse into the
skin sun kissed and wind beaten
free spirit and eyes of the heathen
you think you talk
but you tik like a clock
my words might be beautiful
but they have no soul
I feel infinite
deeper then the oceanmy love for thy is deeper then the ocean
when i see you i feel a warm emotion
i look into your eyes, dark brown like the richest chocolate
i skip a hartbeat as i see you azing back
you are gentle and kind
you wrap your arms around me protecting me from the evil that lay beyond our heaven
i listen your your hart and
Flowers People who say they have never taken a life before...they are lying whether they realize it or not. They may have never taken a human life but they still have killed before...
A soft wind blows through the flower field, brightly coloured things of all shapes and sizes dance in the wind...people who say its devoid of life...are wrong...Millions of tiny little living things dot the earths surface and under, creating a splendor of colours
A single flower stands out from the rest, towering over them all, its colours like a fresh spring rainbow in the morning mist...appealing to the eye
A small innocent child reaches out, plucking the stem from its place in the soft ground, a flurry of petals dancing through the air around her at every small step. She giggled and patted at the fluttering petals in the air, awed by the beauty of it all and mostly by the gorgeous one she held in her soft unworked hands.
She presents the flower to her lovin
On my ownI'm glad I live in loneliness
It's kind of a bless
No one who is going to yell at me
Only myself to overthink how it has to be
You have no idea how glad I am that I'm alone
It makes me as hard as stone
It makes me tough
and that is no bluff
I don't hate people but I hate what they are asking
Because I often don't feel like talking
Do you think about this the same?
I doubt it... I think you probably say that I'm being lame
Even if I know if I am right or wrong
I still don't know where I belong
Is it heaven or is it hell
Now I dom't feel very well
I don't know how this become
But for now this poem is done...
Caro's MindShe lost her sanity
It wasn't her fault,
THEY made her.
Echoes of her past life,
Pulsing through her mind.
Her past self,
Her long brown hair and dark eyes,
Demanding, pleading, looking for escape
From the dark tunnels of her mind.
Being torn apart
By he talons of hatred and sorrow,
Being gently enfolded,
By the black wings of unconsciousness,
Waking up in a unknown place,
Finding her future self,
Chocking the life from her,
Dragging her into the past
To relive it again.
All the while,
A voice is calling,
Searching for her.
"Caroline...Where are you?"
AutismDon't treat me like a patient
All I want to do is run around
Don't talk to me like I am deaf
I can hear it loudly, every sound
Please don't judge me
If you see me cover my ears
It's the way I block out everything out
All the threats and all my fears
I might not communicate like the rest of you
Or look you in the eye
You might tut and moan and bitch
But never ask me why
The truth is that I am different
I just want you to see
That I'm not rude, impolite or weird
Under it all, I am just me
VenomYou come to mind at the most random moment, I dont know weither to smile or brush it off my shoulder. Like old memories fading yet lingering in my mind. I love you yet I hate you because you mold me into what I am today. With Tender touch and harsh words. I felt left behind but still so far ahead. Damn you, Damn me. Be Silent, be gone, belong...only to me. Little sweet nightmare of mine, that is what you are... to me.
Your smile forever haunts me, your dark eyes forever forsaken me but its alright because I am still growing not yet at my peak and we shall meet again my bottle of poison, my addicting drug.
A different view.bending backward,
out of place.
fell out of space.
but never winning.
lie to yourself,
it's all the same.
lie to yourself,
play the game.
a big black hole,
feeling like a mole.
I can't see,
can only be.
Smells of nothing,
not even loathing.
Happy with the darkness,
now finds the light.
begins another long lived plight.
Soon again, I find it okay,
and go along with my day.
The world is twisting,
greens turned purple,
I feel extroverted,
and full of thinks.
Full of happiness,
bursting to the brink.
I feel myself laugh,
at something you can't perceive,
cannot look at,
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