Why I don't love youOn that solemn night I heardYour retched screamingHow dare you scream?At himAt meYourselfHow dare you?I closed my eyes to the worldThe world you left crushed for meThe mama bird that forgot her babyBreathy pleas and sobbing scornSo easily you left us without a second thoughtDreadfully aloneForlornA child's naïve hope you have destroyedRegret it?I look back with fiery eyes, dowsed with tearsI only look back to wonder if you careOtherwise, I walk away, run as fast as I canAway from the motherly instinct that seems to have died in youA savage soul you arePurely taintedSo inhumanSo, I can't clean
ListenListen toYourselfListen toYour friendsListen to Those family members and try to make amendsListen to Your heartListen to Your soulListen to The criticism and try to reach your goalListen toThe truthListen to The liesListen to The fake complements and let them pass you byListen to Your hopeListen to Your prideListen to Your inner self, don't be afraid and hideListen CarefullyI'm speaking loud and clearListen to my helpful wordsDon't listen to your fear
CuttingPeople ask me "What are those?" And I answer "Honesty, I don't know"I guess they are just what's withinShattered reminisce of all my sinFriends ask me why I hurt myselfWhy don't I feel the pain?Family warns me not to cut myselfBut all their words in vainIt's that moment of clarityFree of emotions, pain and thoughtsNo more emptiness, plain sincerityA release I dearly soughtYet now I look at all my scarsLook at how my skin was marredAnd then my resolution begins to waverWhat feeling did I once savor?Why DO I cut and leave these scars?Why is it I can't explainI feel like I'm locked behind iron barsAnd all wo
Trust meThe boy took the girl's hand, sending shivers down her spine..."Trust me," he whispered, affection in his eyes...Her heart thud in broken rhythmsHow much she wanted to reply"I do, I do," If only she could cry"I do, I do, I'll always trust you."So frustrating that he just couldn't tellOnly he could dissolve her protective shell"Trust me," he sighed over and over"I promise, I promise," time couldn't move slowerAccepting her weak nod, the boy took her handOne simple touch sent her to a fantasy land"Trust me, Love me, Promise me"Words, powerful words...How could he listen and just understand her?How could he do that
The Animorphus, part1 chpt1Chapter one: Whispering voices filled the darkness of the shadows, faint as the scuffling of a mouse, yet astonishingly, remaining audible. Flowing figures clad in sweeping black capes donned their hoods and resumed their conversation. "The 'One' is here;" purred a voice layered with mystery. The tone was soft and soothingly pleasant. "What shall my next step be?"The malevolent master of the voice possessed a cape darker than a raven in a midnight void sapped of all light. A pair of shining crimson eyes glinted, specked with malicious intent. The anonymous owner of the voice quivered with awed fear and swept gr
Detective Sophie part1From one warm spring day, my life was transformed. I didn't have much of a choice, for my stubborn friend dragged me into it. My dear companion, Sofia Pierre, or Sophie for short, idolizes Sherlock Holmes. In fact, I, myself, find Sherlock Holmes's sidekick, Watson, quite admirable; therefore, like Watson, I've started to document my friend, Sophie's….talent. I'll start from the beginning. My name is Percy Dobbs. I am thirteen, short for my age, and I love to style my mop of curly brownish red hair. I was born in the sunny state of California, where Sophie and I dwell currently. My hobbies are quite simple. I collect rocks and I enj
TheAnimorphus part2 chpt 1part 2/3 in chpt ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon her mother flinched at every memory and ever place her father had been to. Everything reminded her of him, including every personal item or even his catch phrase. Let life bring you hope, in times of need, just concentrate and let the feelings flow. Selena's mom was scarred mentally beyond repair.When she was little, about nine, her father died. Though she was young, she thought she was emotionally sturdy, she never cried out in pain when she fell down or when kids teased her. However, that
Animorphus last bit of chpt1Karter would visit her everyday in Oregon; he was utterly infatuated with her. This memory seems to float in a separate universe.I remember, they would laugh and hang out. Go to YumTum and gossip like children their age should. I saw his eyes flicker with sparks of joy as she appeared before him. He liked her. I just know it, a mother's gut feeling.Who wouldn't like her at that time? She possessed a caring, friendly personality and long orangey-brown, silky hair. Plus, her long, almost mahogany colored eyelashes were the sparkle of a jewel, the final touch. She giggled and helped people, she felt happiness and sadness, and anger at a leve
Little Moth, fly away.Sleepy eyes of a little moth. Fake stars twinkle on the ceiling.Artificial dreams of my little moth. A figment of endless longing for perfection.Distracting illusions, walls built to protect.Help blur these harsh edges of reality.Gentle wings of a little moth. Wings torn by years of imprisonment.Darling, rest your little head. Wipe away your tears.Protected, naïve, ignorant, vulnerable.Do you know where you are heading? Don't be foolish.Blind after escape, fluttering to the moon.Do you know what's out there for you? Don't seek my guidance.Following a trail of stars into the darkness.Little Moth, you're on your
Who am I.So much emotion builds up in me at times. I think that makes me different. After all, all I want is to be different. To not be perfect. To not be same. Same. Same as everyone else. I wish I could just let it out. No one to talk to. No one to trust. I always had these issues…trust issues. I keep blaming. I keep saying I've been hurt. Pretending to be wounded for the attention that I desire. I never understood that some people give love even without a cause. I still can't grasp the concept. I struggle to understand, and she's helped show me so much, that real pain exists in the world, beside my broken illusions. I want to be the girl t
Failure xDThis is a dead attempt...Dead as can be...Yes let's rhyme .... being stupid and free.I sound ridiculous ...but I love to rhyme..Listen to the voices ...jingle and chime!Just kidding my friend..Where can you be?Why won't you come back ....And listen to meI ramble on and onabout nothing importantmy rhyming pattern just changedand I am an ....elephant?Important and elephant hardly do rhymebut listen to this crapI'm wasting my time..Finally she's back...and we're right on trackLet's not do free verse...lets not do rhyme...lets just do a poemabout pineapples and lime
Lonely Day by DayFelix sighed deeply, relaxing his tense posture. With a frown, he leaned back into the somber shadows of the quaint little café booth. A group of his friends sat around him, laughing merrily and sipping their drinks. As always, Felix kept his distance, slumping against the booth's corner of wall and cushion. He blinked slowly, his eyes leaden with fatigue and boredom.Yawning again, Felix sucked on the straw, waiting for the tingling sweetness to touch his tongue, but rather, listened to the gurgle of straw grasping empty air. Gradually, after a few tries his
Trapped in a fairytale~You're trapped in a fairytale,Your own fantasy world.You wove a cliche storyline,Where the prince falls in lovewith the girl.You keep patiently waiting,For your perfect ending to come true.You keep convincing yourself that, in the end,I'll be, with you.~Your lost forever echoingThe beautiful, love story every child once heardThe lovely princess, so dazzling and smartand the handsome prince,who fought to win her heart~Sadly, real life is so different,from your fantastical, fairytale ending,In real life there's no romeo love story,just broken hearts still mending.~In real lifeThere are no b
BabyI love the babyI love to hear the gurgling happy giggle of the babyHer tiny fingers reaching towards my warm graspI love her cute smile, her toothless grin, and big brown eyes blink up at meShe loves me most, she loves me more, and I unconditionally love her backI love the feeling of the baby's warmthAnd her shallow sigh as she drifts asleep to her perfect baby worldHer pink shirt and pink pants, adorable, so pinkI love her sweet giggle as she waves her armsToys chiming and rattling back at herI love her baby babble no one comprehends, and the way I babble backThe way she's mine forever, forever and forever moreShe's l
My name isMy name is Selena...and your my eternity...My oxygen, my aura, my soul...I'll go wherever you go...The way I miss you is indescribable...The way I want you is undeniable...How can you not know my name?I'm invisible, silently driven insane...Yet you say you don't know me?It's okay let's take this slowly...My oxygen, my aura, my soul...I'll go wherever you go...My name is Selena...and your my eternity...
A real goodbyeSelena shifted her backpack awkwardly from shoulder to shoulder. The straps felt unusually restrictive, but then again, everything at that moment felt wrong, awkward and unusual.She stood like a caged animal in front of a room full of bored looking 3rd graders. Her peers reflected herself, the dull stare and the tense lack of composure. Yet, she couldn't identify the odd emotion pulsing through her. The only word to describe it would be anguish and emptiness, but those words were not in young Selena's vocabulary yet. Therefore, the word she chose that was fitting was...frozen.Time was frozen. As if someone stole Oxygen and made her brain
Twisted LoveI'm fighting for something I never hadI sent my heart but you sent it backYou left me brokenYou left me tornMy love's tokenMy love scornedI wanted youYou wanted herYou told me I would never learnI took my pain I took my burnNow I've cried, it's your turnFeel love's sting Feel love's wrathHear my tortured, sadistic laughI laugh to hide what you've created withinThis twisted journey has only begin
InsaneYou imply I was caressed by an angelDo blessings cause such pain?I think I'm scarred by the devilDid his torture make me insane?If God made me in his image.... Why am I so hideous?Teacher's say we're all unique and special... I think it's ridiculousOh forbidden apple, crimson is your skin...Oh forbidden happiness, I'll find you deep within...Take that knife and come to theeCease my despair and miseryYou imply I was caressed by an angelDo blessings cause such pain?I think I'm scarred by the devilDid his torture make me insane?
IronyI flew around the world in eighty daysThey said, a one way trip unless you payI stood upon a gorgeous winter dandelion's hemReaching up to pluck the blooming bulb from the stemI sat under dazzling, honey sunshine and watched bats screech into the lightI waited for the moon to rise, unleashing colorful butterflies into the nightI savored the steamy, salty textures of ice cream, tickled by pepperI licked the icy, sweet flavors of pie crust, sprinkled with sugarI soared, floating upwards towards the crystal depths of the oceanI dived down, sinking with gravity into the milky, coated layers of the skyI was one in a million...
random meme1.) First list all your OCs by first name so we can see your list of all your wonderful OCs (I only chose 8 lol I have more xD)Selena VasquezJazpur Dominik :heart:Felix (who-lacks-a-last-name)Karter RenoldsIllixa (also needs last name)Sofia PierrePercy DobbsSarou Vasquez2.) Who is your favorite OC?LOL if you know me then you know this answer, Duh? Jaz Dominik :) He is hawt, my ideal guy-ish, and very developed character3.) Who is your least favorite?I love them all :(4.) Who is your most developed?Selena probably, since she is based off of me, I know her best :) Sometimes she takes over -.-5.) Which OC would you
Lust or Love desire desire Desire ~ Lust Lust ~ eriseD Desire Lust
Love HurtsI'm on the edge… …of oblivion……and I'm falling, falling, falling,For you.Just don't give in… …they say…But I'm… dying, dying, dying, To love.Take a moment… …to breath…Yet I'm… drowning, drowning, drowningIn pain.I always think… ...could it be worse?...But now I know…Love hurts.Stay away from me.
ArrangementsSelena walked out into the cool night air. With a smile she glanced at her watch, breathing in sweet, refreshing air, to brightened her senses. A few minutes and she would be at the restaurant, meeting with her long lost friend.It was delightfully cold, but she knew in a few moments the sting of numb happiness and fresh air would wear off. She had to get warm."Cab!" Selena shouted at a yellow car, pausing to listen to her voice echo against the brick buildings. Abruptly the golden cab swerved over to serve her. Sauntering briskly forward, snapping her fingers to catch the man's attention, she directed the driver to the assigned
Ireland One way loveBring! Her computer chimed. Seventeen messages from Riley. She couldn't help but smile as she checked each individual, sincere message, replying with equal fervency. How are you? I really miss you, Adelle. Ireland isn't too far, maybe I can visit sometime? It isn't my fault I live so far away! Plus it's almost Valentine's Day!" –Love RileyHis affectionate tone irritated her. He still likes me? Why can't he understand he is just my FRIEND?I'm fine. I miss you too. Come visit! –AdelleFlinching, she sent the message, it seemed so curt and rude. She usually responded on polite terms but the stubborn love Riley tangled her in, ev
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