A Warning to LoveIt fed her mind,
It fed her soul,
It drew her in,
Like a black hole.
It fed her body
It fed her heart
It broke her to pieces,
Pulled her to parts.
It fed her hands
It fed her more
It ripped her up,
And slashed and tore.
So I warning give,
She's no more a white dove,
But from a polluted crow,
A warning to love.
BreatheI am just too
rational to cut myself
because I know thoughts are cutting deeper
than a knife and
if I watched me bleeding I´d know I´m still alive
-but this is definitely not being alive
this is just inhaling something which
is called oxygen but feels like water,
just opening and closing a pair of empty eyes,
this is just unsealing a mouth
and pronoucing meaningless syllables
and this is just distorting my lips and
labeling it a smile
I am just too
rational to give up because
that would be what the world wants
and there is a rebellious rest inside of me left
which just wants to protest
scream my head o
Curse the CloudWhy can't this cloud disperse?
I just want to wave my arms and blow it all away.
It clings to my clothes, it gets in my eyes, and dissolves in the form of tears.
I curl up and stick my face to the ground desperately..
but it still finds its way to me.
On some days I wonder if it could be as simple as taking a pill;
are those people really happy? Or is it just the drugs?
And if I became happy, would it stay as a substitute for the storm clouds..
or would I be in a limbo, unable to be happy or sad?
I'm already in one limbo, I don't need another.
I think I just want to be held.
Can anyone hold me, without me shaking them off with a
Girl On The LedgeThe time had come. There was no going back now.
Wind had been picking up. Blowing in from the right, off the top of the mountain and down onto the bridge where she now stood. Nervous. Shaking. But ready.
She put both hands on the railing, specifically meant to prevent people and cars passing over the deep mountain valley from falling in. Hoisting herself up with her arms, she leaned over and peered down into the darkness almost 2,000 feet below and felt a sudden updraft of cool, spring air that made her hair go wild.
It was now or never. She had gone way too far to go back.
She pulled at the collar of the orange uniform she'd been force t
Roses of Another SortRated Teen (13+)
Roses of Another Sort
"What a woman," whispered Henry as he stared at his picture of Rebecca. She was beautiful. Tall, lean, dark hair, Native American on her mother's side, she was gorgeous. Henry had loved her for three years. She was an artist who saw everything as beautiful and painted the world in ways he had never seen.
Henry remembered the first time he saw her smile. It was the day he met her in front of the post office, she had smiled widely for him with her full lips, and tucked a st
These Dreams Rip me ApartThese dreams rip me apart
in ways you couldn't understand.
I knew your absence would hurt
that pulling you out of my heart would
leave weeds in my ribcage,
things that would grow and ache long after you left.
I guess I just didn't count on the fact
That I would miss you so wholly
There is this soreness that taunts me
It says, "You had him be happy."
and I reply simply, "I know."
But the worst are the sleeping phantoms
that ghost over me
leaving me trying to grasp at you,
leaving me breathless and wanting...
Footprints of a memory
trapped in a cobweb that caught in my mind,
or a look at a future
far off and distant
Shadows...Shadows are cast in a circle around me, even though I'm the only person in the damp room. I've given up on trying to uncover the secrets of this place. But something keeps drawing me here. I'm not sure what, but it's a strong feeling, like all my desires and wants are contained in this very room. I sit on the cold grey floor, close my eyes, and breathe. I breathe in all types of things. The damp smell fills my nose, somewhat comforting. I smell roses. I'm not sure where that smell comes from, but it's here.
I breathe out. I breathe out everything I've done, everything horrible that ever happened to me. I let it all pour out. I open my eyes
Addiction It hurt. There was an emptiness inside that ate the heart out..slowly. Only the prick of a sharp point could make it go away. A heavy weight was on the soul before the venom pulsed through veins in a wild thrill. It was the only thing that could make this rock bottom lifestyle feel great.
A shudder runs through the body as the heart moved such poison through it. It created a pleasurable burn. Spirits were lifted and they soared. Figures danced in front of unfocused eyes, all a blurred and mild entertainment to a lost mind. A soft laugh could be heard in the bare apartment. It was always good at first, happy even.
Just over an hour flies by
Mandy's Destiny (Ch. 1)
There once was a girl named Mandy. She lived in Chicago, Illinois. She lived with her mom in a small apartment complex. She loved her mom and Chicago. She also loved her friends, but little did she know, her friends hated her. She was the friend that no one liked. Mandy's friends would always make fun of her, behind her back. Eventually, Mandy found out one horrid day, while she was eavesdropping on her friend's conversation.
"Oh my gosh, did you hear what Mandy told Veronica the other day? Ugh, she is such a idiot! Can you believe she's doing that stupid stuff? Ugh, she's disgusting!" One of her friend's complained to another one.
Greatest Tragediesstrangled prayers shrank from between crusted lips as raging
fire strode through the building, debris falling all around them
her leg twisted out of shape, the woman sat in agony against
the shaky walls, too overwhelmed to do anything but wail
with flaring pain. Shuffling footsteps caught her awareness,
feathers of pain racing up her thigh as she shifted to face the
door of the office a single hand came into view, blood seeping
from an open gashthree ka-thunk! shhh! sounds later
a figure limped into the doorway, sparing the room a cursory
glance he hobbled to the nearest person, barely placing a digit