Remember that night we were lying on my bed doing nothing but talking. I told you a joke and you would smile and say I was funny. You'd say you loved my beautiful smile and tell me that was all you wanted.
Remember that night we just lied down doing nothing but talking. Your words made a flaw burn inside of me, and I would smile back at you, so happy you were there. I would look you in the eyes and tried not to love you that way. But I did.
Remember that night time flew while we were lying on my bed. I'd lie close to you and you kissed me. You kissed me right on my mouth, and made me so happy. I've never been that happy as that night.
Rem
listen:
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
listen:
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
listen:
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged ho
one.
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
two.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
three.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you would go to the park just to watch the shadows chase each other on the ground. he'd hold your hand and tell y
dear someone,
i know you probably don't care.
i know you're probably busy watching tv or dealing with your own problems, or maybe you're busy laughing and chasing butterflies. maybe you spend afternoons in the grass, smelling the sun and tasting life.
maybe you don't have time to worry about me.
but i'm going to pretend you care. i just want someone to hear me, honestly.
i don't expect you to understand or care or even listen.
i'm just hoping that you will.
dear someone,
i guess i should start by telling you that i wish i didn't have to live anymore. free time is spent wondering if there's any way i could possibly suffocate myself.
i
nine reasons why you should by 369dreamergirl, literature
Literature
nine reasons why you should
nine reasons why you should never love a poet:
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haun
There was the artist in the ambulance,
The sinner who tried to play God,
She was the girl who tried to smile her whole life,
An inspiration to the poor and down trod.
With stars dancing in her eyes,
And tinsel braided in her hair,
With wild spirit and careful words,
Loving and without a care.
She finger painted clouds,
On canvases of suns and moons,
And sang to birds and windy days,
In a voice that made nature swoon.
But soon enough she would find out,
That jealous eyes tell jealous lies,
As they broke her hands the other night,
And the cruel sky ignored her cries.
They exposed the charming girl,
Behind those darling works,
Satanism:
The Positive Truth
Devil worshiping; animal mutilating; child scarifying cult organization. These are a few of many thoughts that come into the average person's mind when the topic of Satanism is brought up. Satanism encourages individuality; the eleven Satanic statements of the Earth provide guidelines to help one lead a respectable and humble life; and the nine Satanic sins encourage one to be a more intelligent and productive person, which in turn aims to create a better, stronger society. The purpose of this essay is to exploit the reality that Satanism is a positive form of faith by focusing on aspects of modern Satanism as e
i have some confessions for you
firstly when i promised not to cry if you left me
i didnt think it was a promise id have to keep
and when i told you i never drank before noon
i meant i dont without a good reason
oh and it was me who stuck the duct tape to your chest hair
when you passed out drunk at that party -
and i almost pissed myself laughing
as i watched you slowly pull each piece off
so as you might have guessed
my next confession is this -
i never was as nice as you thought
and so these could be tears of joy
not tears of regret
lastly - i never did like your eyes, smile or laugh that much