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The FeelingThe feeling.
Of goodness and sparks.
For me it's anticipation.
Like stepping out at a cliff and peering down.
Or up into the blue Sky after a rainy day.
I feel it in the back of my neck warm and tingly.
I want to clutch something tight in my hands.
Until they hurt.
My hands, I want them to hurt.
I want the pain to validate my feeling.
That it's not a dream.
This feeling is really happening.
It comes in waves for me.
Than I ease in to it.
It always feel good and bad.
It's rare so I treasure it.
Locking every little moment away in my memory.
It's my treasure.
Here is a story.Here is a story. There was once a girl. She was very innocent and believed that if she were to be good and obeyed what every one told her she would be happy. And intern they would be happy as well. But one day she was told not to do something, and as always she agreed and did not do that thing. But another adult came to her not a minute after the first and said to do that thing she was just told not to do. "But..." She cried out in confusion. The adult looked at her...He looked at her with mean angry eyes. For she had never disagreed with anyone. Why him? 'No'...he thought. And she went silent at his stare. There she sat, contemplating what to do. She had never gone against what she was told. So she knew not of punishment. Yet she felt pain in her chest. Soon she would have to do or not do what she was told. Standing where exactly she was told not to and too. She looked up at the sky, for maybe God had the answer. She was told God had all the answers, so he must have the answer to this
Well That SucksThis road I walk has no end.
I can longer turn back.
The path is lost in darkness.
I have forgotten my purpose,
But continue on blindly.
I follow no light.
Only darkness exist here.
There are many who walk a similar path.
But this one is mine.
No words are needed here.
Only thoughts are constant questions.
Can I ever escape my path?
Will I ever be freed of my choices?
Was I always alone?
Did I do this to myself,
Or was there someone who brought me?
Fear, saddness, love, happiness...
I felt these emotions once, right?
But all that is left is...nothing.
Have I found my roads end?
Can it really be all over?
Did I live good...
Was it worth it?
Will I ever truly know...
Let me sleep.
I wish to sleep.
Go into slumber
Never to awake,
And return to the World.
Laughter and smiles in my world.
Restless and tired I awake
Not wanting to see the alarm clock
Next to me.
Let me sleep.
I wish to sleep.
I don't want to see
The broken world outside my window.
Glass HeartA Glass Heat
A young girl falls in love for the first time, what she has is a glass heart. Fragile and easily shattered, it can be painted all different colors and filled up with all kinds of emotions. There are some many who can tell you a happy story of their first love and then there are the sad painful stories. A heart is always fragile, the glass shell will never change, it will never grow any stronger than how it is but it can grow weaker, from pressure and strain placed on it by the ever day to day life. Nonetheless the wall around the heart can be strong as the toughest metal and as sturdy as the largest rock; but as any girl knows the wall too can be broken down; and the heart left to defenseless and open for the world to see. To hurt and tear at, or love and protect.
My heart was painted a deep blue and filled with a mixture of confusion, pain, and betrayal. My first true emotion stained me, I had a dark outlook on the world, I was sure no one could be trusted. Not even famil
Is She Lost ForeverChapter 15
"June." Someone is saying my name ahh my head huts it's like an echo? God everywhere hurts. "June are you ok?" Damn what happened why can't I remember anything? Wait no, I was walking home, then I was I was. "AHHHHH!!!" I sat up screaming flying my arms in front of me, hitting someone, tears running down my eyes. "JUNE! JUNE IT'S OK! YOU'RE SAFE!" I stopped; it's its Kevin. I open my eyes, yes its Kevin. I clung to his shirt and cried into his chest. " Oh god June, its ok I'm here now. You're safe now." He let me cry for hours, I ruined his shirt but he didn't care not at all. "Are you ok?" He said as I leaned on his chest, I hadn't said one word since I realized it was him I nodded. My throat hurt from crying and screaming. He rubbed my back and kissed my head, for I don't know how long. I needed to ask him something but how do I ask him that. "June, umm they didn't touch you. In that way. I got there just as you passed out, I did
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Take a step back, look past the details.
Stop focusing on all the necessary stuff.
Feel the world moving around you.
Keep an open mind to all the strange things.
Happy is easier than you think.
Sadness though, sadness is hard.
If you don't recognized it...
It will devour you.
Taking all your freedom.
Making you doubt yourself.
Forcing you to say,
"There is no way out."
But if you take a breath...
And one big step back.
You may see it all clearly.
Past all the lies.
Lies in the details you once accepted as fact.
Take a step back, than I suggest running.
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