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Yearning For Him[Verse 1]
You doesn't believe in me
Just another kiss of snow
I've never thought about giving up before
Because it's impossible for that to happen
I tried and tried again to forget about it
But some things just can't be ignored
You're always sitting there
Can you see into my heart; my mind?
I really have to get away from this
But it's like I'm in a net
And I cannot escape
I need to run and hide
From your deceptive eyes
You're always on my mind
I'm running out of time
Let me kiss your gentle lips
Your eyes cause a solar eclipse
I can't deny that I trip
When my hand slides into your grip
I thought I could leave this all behind
Because I know I can't be yours
And yet, despite all the odds
I continue to love you more
I'll keeping fighting for your heart
I'll keeping crying for your heart
I'll keep sinning for your heart
I'll keeping breaking for your heart
Hateful words cut up my chest
But I won't back down from this challenge
I will ret
Imscared - A Pixelated NightmareWhiteFace.
He loves watching you.
He's in your computer.
You don't know where he is.
What he's doing.
What he wants.
When everything changes, he arrives.
The door is locked.
You need a heart to open this door.
The key is too far away.
You have collected some Pincers.
He's out the window... watching you.
Which door is which?
So hard to decide.
Key 8 and 7 are in your possession.
"This is my room."
"It's cold in here..."
The noose swings beside the overturned chair.
"Are you afraid?"
The walls are painted red.
Adrenaline races through your veins.
The keening cry grows louder.
WhiteFace is in this room.
"DO NOT LOOK UP"
Follow the cries.
"He will always be here... looking at you..."
Open the file, read the contents.
Sorry, I'm really sorry...
I didn't have any other choice.
I'm scared, I don't want to die...
From now on, remember this: the sound predicts his arrival.
Find Your Way"Aw, is the poor baby crying again? You should know better; No one can do my trademark kick! You'll never be a good blitzer, you have no experience and never will!"
"I hate you! I never want to see you again! Just leave me alone! I HATE YOU!"
Tidus ran through the darkened streets, the bright lights of Zanarkand facing the brilliant blitzball stadium where his oh-so amazing old man was playing. The bastard had the nerve to insult him again, when he whined about not being able to do the Jecht Shot Mark III. While the seasoned blitzer smirked in his son's face, the blonde 8 year old could only scream the same mantra he'd yelled before: I hate you.
All Tidus wanted was his parent's love, and his mom occasionally granted him it, but her care was far too shortand distant to be meaningful. The instant his old man entered the room or called her name, the woman was attached to his side, showering him with love and praise as he did to her. Tidus pretty much didn't even exist, unle
ConnexaI'm sitting here upon a crystalline slide
Flowers wither, flowers die
Kissing away this sanctuary
A hold that will never let me go
But it will vanish, this I know
Waiting for the axe to fall
For the trees to call
"Come back to the earth"
I keep hoping for the moon to shine
To reveal to me what's mine
Although I can't explain
I think we one and the same
Dancing in ereathreal lights
Today I am a part of something more
It begins to rock my core
It's like a phantom's grip
My mood has started to shift
I'm yelling out your name
Even with the morning star
I know you are not far
Ribbons entwine with seamless grace
Our hearts erupt a ferocious pace
As if my soul is singing
My mind, she calls to you
Standing upon those wooden pews
I keep looking for those things to bring me down
But when you're here, they're gone
Every silver lining has a cloud
The storms will come and go
Our reunion will happen, this I know.
Awake NowNoctis opened his azure eyes, the blue blending in with the pastel setting around him. Glancing around, he appeared to be standing on a crudely drawn hilltop surrounded by flowers with a rainbow-colored sky. Everything appeared to be made from crayon.
He raised a slim eyebrow, taking a step forward into the creamy landscape. He heard a giggle beneath him and looked down, only seeing flowers by his feet. He shifted his foot, resulting in another giggle. His other eyebrow raised, vanishing beneath his bangs as he knelt before the drawing and stared at it intently. He reached out a finger to touch the personificated plant, but was stopped when another noise came towards him.
Noctis stood, turning on his foot--which he recently noticed were bare--to see a familiar laughing boy a few yards away. Hope held a blue crayon in one hand while the other cradled an open box of pastel crayons. He was coloring in a blue pony, which as he finished the last stroke, came to life. He grinned with happin
I Am Only OneCloud was sitting in his living room, sipping a cup of chamomile tea in hope of falling asleep after a hard day at work. His house wasn't that expensive to pay for, but considering all the bills he had, they eventually added up and it was quite exhausting.
A soft scratching at the door took his attention, the blonde setting down hs lukewarm tea and moving towards the door. He opened it and looked around, but no one was outside. A soft whine from below him alerted Cloud to a box placed outside his door, containing a puppy and a cat. He blinked in surprise, but at the puppy's warm gaze, he relented and brought them into the warmth of his home.
"So, what are your names? I'm Cloud, and I guess I'll be taking care of you..." Cloud leaned down, examining the puppy's collar. "Zack, huh? Nice to meet you, Zack." He smiled. The puppy was pitch black with a little white X-shaped scar on his left cheek, and he had bright blue eyes.
"And now for you." The blonde turned to the cat, looking into its
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
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
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
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,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Missus Kitty Cat
You give me this
You give me that
But you aren't there
Missus Kitty Cat
Wish you were here
Wish you were not
You still wont come
Missus Kitty Cat
Thought you would stay
Knew you would not
I dont see you
Missus Kitty Cat
I still stand here
I still miss you
You wont come back
Missus Kitty Cat
Watch as you go
Watch as you leave
Wave you good bye
Missus Kitty Cat
Sit here a-lone
Sit here no one
I dont know you
Missus Kitty Cat.
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