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Lonely..I'm really lonely...
Even the stars can't touch us
As we fall back in our beds
Falling to the darkness of night
Engulfing our minds
With such depression and terror...
Is anybody out there?
Is anyone listening
To the cries of the hated
To the screams of the dark?
Is anyone telling us
That there's a way out?
..we're really lonely...
But if perhaps we tie the red string of fate around our fingers..
Maybe our paths will cross one day
And we won't be lonely anymore.
MiraclesCan we pretend miracles can happen
While I wait in the depths of the shadows
and the taste of death is the only thing lingering on my lips?
Can we pretend that nothing has happened
While I pass by old memories of the past
In the hallway each day?
Can we pretend that this is a fairy tale?
You can be my Prince Charming,
And I'll be your damsel in distress
Can we ride off into the sunset?
Casting away shadows, fears, and doubts
Can you make me believe miracles can happen?
Define BeautifulDefine beauty.
Is it that smear of lipstick across your face,
Or is it that smile that you can't replace?
Is it that paper thin dress those girls fit into
Or is it those beautiful creations you make that only you can do?
Is it the media's screams shouting in your ear
Or is it the whisper of God, saying "You look beautiful, my dear"?
Which definition of beauty do you choose to hear?
Only Human..I'm only human
Falling down to depths unknown
Lost in thought
Heart beating slower
Clock ticking a beat to late
Crying with a smile
I make a heart with my scars
Breaking in silence
Somewhere I Belong"You okay?"
No, you see.
I don't belong anywhere
Not in a group
Not at a table
Not fitting in with what's considered 'normal'
Do I belong anywhere? I question aloud
And with that his arms wrap around me
Whispers in my ear
"Yes, yes you do.
You belong here, with me."
And with that I can hardly breathe.
Trickling down like blessed rain
You can breathe
You can laugh
You can throw back your head
And let the tears of relief flow down your face
You can breathe
You can finally breathe
Thank God, you can finally breathe!
It's been suffocating you for five months
Almost half a year
And now you can finally relax
And be relieved
That the secret is out
And everything's okay
You don't have to be afraid.
Holding Onto Empty AirYou know when the sky turns grey
And you know not everything's not going to be okay
And your world starts shaking and you don't know why
And you just want to go home and cry
You know when the autumn leaves die
And you reach out to the wind
Not wanting to say goodbye
To the ones you love
The ones you need
You don't want to bleed internally..
You know when the color flees from your life
And your head fills with sadness and strife
Loneliness and grief,
Suffering and pain
What more in this life is there to gain?
You know that moment when you stand the
Broken HeartbeatsHe was the boy that no one knew
Sitting in the back corner
With his earbuds blasting
And sneakers tapping with
Every broken heartbeat
She was the girl that no one knew
Sitting in class
With her hair of a different hue
Her pencil tapping
And thoughts screaming with
Every broken heartbeat
It was the tree that no one knew
Sitting in the back of the school
With branches crooked
And fall leaves in full color
It sat content, listening to the
Broken heartbeats of two lovers
Never OverOne fight over
Another one follows
Battle is all we do
Causing pain and suffering
To ourselves and others
But we want to stop
And we cry
Longing for a moment of peace
Waiting for our battles to be over
Only the glorious can play it
The people around me speak of notes and measures and melody
All these things of which I have no knowledge of
I always prided myself on being intelligent
Yet these things so far surpass me
These must be things of beauty
For beauty is the only thing I can not understand
I love it when I speak to me of this beauty
Your face lights up like a spark in gasoline
And for once you look truly happy
Though I might not understand your words or what they mean
Your face is enough
You look me in the eye and I feel as if I have seen the face of God
DP: ShatteredWhat a crock of shit.
They said I wouldn't be able to feel anything. None of the pain, none of the pleasure, nothing of the sort when they said they'd be able to use my body to help in science. They claimed I'd be in good hands. I don't know why the hell I bothered to believe them, coming from the US government and everything. Maybe for once, I though something good could come out of this. I was trying to be mature, optimistic.
Why do I even bother?
"STOP! PLEASE, STOP!"
The scalpel plunged into my skin again, cutting through another layer of tissue as he took hold of a flap of skin. With a harsh pull, there was a rather horrifying tearing noise, and I screamed bloody murder, shaking and struggling to break free from the chains that held me down. A piece of my body was being ripped right from my stomach area, the knife cutting through the skin slowly and surely as if on a dotted line. "Stop moving," the scientist hissed, glowering at me from behind a facemask. "It won't h
MatchesI light up the match
And stare for a moment
At that tiny flame
Before it touches my skin
A red tiny mark
Is all it leaves behind
Before I light up the next...
"I've realized something."
"You look like a twelve year old, correct?"
"Around there, I suppose, yes."
"But how old are you seriously?"
"A child on the outside but an adult in reality. You're like every pedophiles' dream."
" ... D8>;;"
Edward v.s. Darren ShanKijia leaned back in her seat, it being wooden, scraped across the floor noisly.
"Okay." She thought. "How the heck do I start?" She then tapped her pencil against her teeth, wishing she had a sweet fruity soda next to her.
"I hate writing drafts." She blanched.
Darren Shan, knowing full and well what he was doing, stepping into the arena and smirked at the roaring crowd. He sported his favorite outfit, blue and gold jacket, light green shirt, purple pants and curly shoes. As he raised his hand to wave at the crowd, his lovers screamed and almost broke the sound barrier.
To the other side of the area, a tall man with bronze hair, paler than pale skin, purple lips, and a thin, wiry body stepped into the place. The other side of the crowd cheered, and roses landed at his feet. He blew kisses to the crowd, and many girls fainted. This man's name was Edward Cullen, and the verbal assault was about to begin.
"No....wait yes. I like the 'area' idea...but...wouldn't they need sw
Danny Phantom: Fresh StartDanny Phantom: Fresh Start</b>
"Look! There he is!"
"Huh?" came Danny Fenton's questionable gasp as he tried to pinpoint the source of the voice. A moment later, he found it, in the form of a bunch of screaming girls, ecstactic at seeing him. "Aw, not again!"
Before he knew it, he was running for his life as the mob of fangirls chased him down the streets of Amity Park, Illinois, in hopes of... well... whatever it was they wanted. Autographs, photographs... or maybe something more wild, like... "Bear my children!" one girl screamed. Danny only shuddered at that one.
The chase continued for some time, until Danny suddenly tripped and fell onto the sidewalk. With a fearful glance, he saw the group bearing down on him. Well, they know, so... Danny shrugged as he stood up and issued a mental command to himself. A second later, a pair of white rings surrounded him and scanned his body vertically, transforming his very body. White hair replacing his raven-color
Danny Phantom: SoulessI Do Not Own Danny Phantom
"Order! Order!" A specter cried in the loud and busy room, its single eyeball for a head darted around the large room, checking to make sure that everyone had calmed down. There were several dozen Observant present at this meeting, and they were still waiting for their final guest to arrive. Clockwork, the Master of Time, took the liberty of inviting this ghost to the meeting, and he had to say the he was honestly surprised when he was giving a reply that the invitation was accepted. This ghost NEVER showed up for meetings like this, always saying he was far too busy.
The head Observant looked at the purple robed specter standing off to the side with irritation. "When will he be arriving?" he demanded, oblivious to the slight tick over the Time Masters eyes.
"I do not know." Clockwork answered. "He is the one ghost that is blocked from my vision. I do not know when he will show up. IF he even bothers to arrive."
The one eyes ghost snorted
Monsoon [one] Jack Frost and Pitch Black
Jack stared out at the barren wasteland of snow and ice and winter’s coldness. His heart ached and felt so much more numbness than it had despite the snow. He thought of the friends he could have had, the time they could have shared together; him, Tooth, North, Bunnymund; the Yeti's, the Elves, even if he'd chosen differently, Pitch, perhaps.
He laughed inwardly at the thought. Chosen differently? The grey skinned man smiling down at him from his dungeon of darkness, full of shadows and Nightmares, where Jack would undoubtedly stay, since the children would fear him, and the Guardian would hate him. He thought of the way the elegant man moved, his shadow carrying him across rooms and worlds like the wind carried Jack. He thought of Pitch’s eyes, the golden-grey of haunted hatred.
Jack frowned. He wondered what it would have been like to be feared. The children would hate him, he thought again. Of course they would. His frown deepe
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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