Artists.Youcan be the painter,paint words on my lips.Iwill be the writerand write kisses on your skin.
Marigolds.I bought the flowersto put in your hair.Now people are telling methey'd look betteron your grave.
A Love Letter.Folded upand neat,your heart is like aletterforged ages agoby careful,steadied hands.Encased in anivory envelopesealed in vermilionwaxyour lovewas a letterthat you recklesslysent.But he wasilliterateand could not readthe beautifulpoetrythat coursed throughyour veinsso he threw itaway.I happened acrossit once,some years back.All wornand tattered,words blurredfrom therain.With cold fingersI straightened thepageand marveled atthe flawless scriptand flamingpassion.How manyyearshave you awaiteda replyto that beautifulletteryou so carelesslygave?
Horology.Like a clock,you said you'd waitforever,but I forgotto replace the battery,now you'rebroken.
epitaphs don't count as love letters.he said my eyesgasped like a dying breathand he wasn't going to wait aroundfor the funeral.
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my roomstaring at your picture on my mirrorand wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as youwould ever love someone like me,but then i rememberyou don't.
i think most people would call you a regret.you're the mistake i'd gladly makefor the rest of my life.but i'm just a few saturday nightsback in november.
left.i just needed you to staybut you couldn't hear me beg you,because the world outsidewas so damn loud.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
wake up, my darling.and the sundoes not rise in theeast,because your bedis facing north.
Unspoken.My words wereknivesand I saw howdeep theycutinto your flawless, ivoryfleshand wrecked yourgentle heart.But this damagewas notwroughtby the words thatleft my lips,but by the wordsthat nevermade it past mythroat.
the lace curtains drowned in the rain.you told me i wasn't allowedto write poems about you anymore.but it's like when my doctor tells my handsnot to shake;i can't control it.
pathological liarsI spin, spin,on ballet toes,but my balance is impaired.I stumble over my own gracelike god is trying to trip me up.please give me an exampleof something that makes me worthwhile.tonight the roads are winding.my head is lollingas I battle myself to keep my eyes open,and all I can think about is howthe radio stations playthe same goddamn songsa hundred times in a row.monotony always frustrates me.maybe that’s why we didn’t last.you crisp-collared,bright-eyed businessmenare all carbon copies.my tattoos frightened you;you claimed that anything so damagingshouldn’t be so permanent.i got them all removed last week.my arms are bare of ink.i cut my hair short, shorter than yours,gave myself a black eyejust to pretend there was a story behind it.you wouldn’t recognize me anymore,and I’m so happy I could cry.you changed your mind, changed your sheets,changed the woman you lovedlike flicking off a switch.I changed the locks, changed my
Take Me AwayThe day is dying,And no one’s at my houseExcept for me.I see a black car pulling up in my drivewayAnd I already know who it is.I close all the windows,Slam the doors and lock them shut,Turn off all the lights,Shut off everything that makes light and sound,And pretend no one is home.It’s too late, though.Because he comes out of the car.And I already know who he is.I can’t see his face,He’s hiding it,But I already know who he is.He’s covered with an enormous black hooded robe,Covering every part of his body,But I already know who he is.He’s carrying a weapon,Bladed and swift,And not the type usually used as a weapon.It’s a scythe.And that should be a dead giveaway.He knocks on the door,Slowly and loudly.I don’t answer.It doesn’t matter,That I don’t answer,Because he pushes it down.Not breaks,Not slams,But pushes,Because nothing can get in his way.He finds me and beckons forthFor me to follow hi
Insomnia.I’d stay awakeAll nightIf it meant you’d still be breathingIn the morning.
astrology.i never wanted to be anastronomeruntil I fell in lovewith those constellations,freckled about your face.
Promises.Make me a promise,And swear you’ll never break it.Take an oath tonight,And honor it forever.I’ll die for you,If you’ll live for me.
felt.somewhere in these tangled sheetsi know you still breatheand somewhere in your hearti hope my name still beats.
not fade awayTwisted up in a trap of I.V.s,she withered and withered away.Disease stole her lively lightfrom the sickbed where she lay.A month before she perished,I think she might have said,"I know that I am dying, sure,but dying's not the same as dead."
MemoriesIt’s funny how I will forgetThese things that haven’t happened yet.Time goes on from days to yearsHappy smiles, and bitter tears,Memories of what’s to come,A happy tune that I will humFriends that come and friends that go,Sunshine rays and dull moon glow.Warm embraces and shoves away,What I think and what I say.The building blocks that make up me,Events and thoughts and what’s to be…All these things, alive and dead,From the heart, and in the head,From the future and in the past,Those memories…. May they last.
==// What Happened to Taking Chances? //==This was obviously meant to happen. I'll tell myself this again and again;nothing can change.No, nothing WILL change.There was a time when I thought I OWNED this new world,but as always, I took my chances.Rolled the dice too many times.But I lost over and over again.My luck always hit rock bottomwhen I thought that it had been MAXED out.What happened to being a risk taker?It died out, along with all my other dreams.I can't bear to see any romantic JOYit reminds me too much of last year;and how everyone sufferedwhile I thrived.I'll feel the remorse I didn't know I could feel.I'll cry even thoughI should be happy for my other friends' happiness.So what did happen to taking chances?Oh, right.I tried,I failed because of you,both of you.But that's quite alright.Because I'd like to say thank you,for being the most loyal friends I've had.Being honest when it would be easier to lieand not hiding what I'd only find out.Telling me because I'm your friend,and
It Hurts You Know...Everyone agrees I would've been better with him.And that what you did was wrong.I admit,I reacted badly.But at least I did admit it.Trust me sweetie,I've been in a relationship that I thought was real,and I know what happens when no one's looking.I also know what it's like to be on the outside;to want your friends boyfriend more than she wants him.You wouldn't understand,you never will.You can get any guy in the world,but you just so happened to choose him,who I just happened to be head over heels for.Can you feel my envytrying to rip your "love" away?I wanted him for the longest time,isn't it funny that you never had a chance to tell me that?Oh wait, that's right.You "loved him" right after he asked you out,which also just happens to be the day after you were dumped.Hm, that seems legitimate, right?Wrong.I know I'm being lied to when people say you love him.I know you don't.If you loved him, I would've known about it first,before you knew about my feelings.
lessons in rising abovemy spine cracks from whereyou once snapped vertebrae; Iturned my back on you.
Romano x Reader: Crazy (1)He has always intrigued me.Ever since the first encounter, I've spent hours with him, trying to figure him out.I have been called a child prodigy by some. Music, math, arts, writing; you name it, I've attempted it.And not just in school. Fencing, tennis, judo, soccer, dance, javelin, archery, track, theater; I've done them all and not only triumphed, but excelled, putting in 110%.The point is, I'm rather smart.I've always been pretty good at reading people just by watching how they talk, interact,dress, their body movements, facial expressions; the world is a giant library, each person a book for me to peruse at my leisure.But not him.He is the one person, the single novel that rests on a high self, too far up for me to grab, even with the assistance of chairs and ladders. heck, I can't even see the damn bindings of this mysterious piece of literature. He sits up there, taunting and teasing me,laughing at my foolish attempts to get my hands on him. And I hate it.It eats away
Acceptance Letter.DEAR Parents of _________, We hear by send you this letter as a letter of approval for your daughter/son, ________ to enroll in to THE WORLD HERITAGE ACADEMY OF CULTURAL INTERACTIONS. The Semester starts on the First of September. All students can bring: • Backpack with school supplies. • Enrollment letter and ID • Three Formal attires • Casual clothes • Uniforms (order on school website.) • Phone, Laptop, or any electronic device of communication. • We allow weapons if you are taking self-defense lessons • Money (in any currency) • Pets are allowed but we ask you to keep them separated Rules will we stated at the freshman ordination.
My history teacher is a country!Reader chapter 1You woke up to a dreadful and horrifying noise known as your alarm. Realising that it was a school day, you groan and hesitate to get out of bed, but do it anyway. The bed creaks as your bare feet touch the cold floor and even more so when you lift yourself up. Maybe you shouldn't of watched THAT many episodes of hetalia last night. Feet thudding on the floor, you get yourself ready.You come down the stairs, still tired, and get some breakfast. Since the house is silent you hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. Looking up at it, you are going to be late, as usual." great. Another lecture from the head, probably"rushing to finish, you pick up your bag and take a quick look in the mirror as you leave. Seeing your (H/L) , (H/C) hair, messy and covering over your (E/C) doesn't help increase your confidence going to school, let alone being late.As you enter, the halls are eerily quiet and quite creepy, you think. Quickly rushing to your class, history, it seems as though you won't
WhyEverything must come to an endThe worst timesBecome the best timesThe best timesBecome the worst timesWhy must this happen?How can I say goodbyeWhy must I say goodbyeYou promised I wouldn'tYou swore it to meTogether forever you saidHand in handConquering the world togetherMaking memoriesGrowing oldNow we are apartSeparated from each otherThe world has conquered usOur memories shatteredNever being togetherYou lied to meYou said no matter whatIt was our mottoIt was our songIt made the bad go awayThe impossible seemed possibleYou kissed me on the headWhispered you loved mePromised to stand by meDreamed of a better tomorrowNever saying goodbyeYet here I standSaying goodbyeWatching our life shatterThe promises breakingMy heart crumblingHere I standNumb and coldStaring at youAs you lay thereDid you not know?You said you'd never make me cryNever leave me aloneYou said you'd protect meNever abandon meYou said my happiness matteredNever hurt meI lo
Opposites."I love you,"you whisperedin the darkness.Maybe if summerwas cold,if rainwas dry,if birdsswamand fishflew,maybe then yourhatewould equalloveand those three wordswould ringtrue.