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blundering beats
For the first time in my life I'm utterly terrified. I turn to our doorway mirror, and I see myself looking bug eyed and pale. What the hell. What the hell is happening to me. I walk in circles, hands flapping as I walk. Jittery footsteps fills the sound of the living room floors. I sit. I stand. I wiggle my hips. I sit again. I cross my legs. I ( Read more... ) -
start
I've spent forever looking for you ( Read more... ) -
Props
Empty. That's what she feels. As far as she knows, there is nothing worth living for in her life. Her days are filled with dark corners and bleak promises. With her heart in a closed casket, aware that the only endings in her lifetime would be filled with blood, sweat and toil ( Read more... ) -
perspective
My heart it beats, ever more when I'm near the scent of you. I can't see from their eyes, all the taunts, all the sticks. In fact, I don't care at all, that you might not fill my perfect list for my perfect guy ( Read more... ) -
Lights Out
It was empty, that's what it is ( Read more... ) -
happy as happy is quite not
We see different things, for different purposes of our lives. Like how a clock can mean freedom, or a lost hour is what is standing between a better life and a dire situation ( Read more... ) -
No one
Listless, I carry my head in a box ( Read more... ) -
Hush
Finally, I can see how things are falling apart ( Read more... ) -
End of the beginning. Beginning of the end.
I was trying it in for size, the haphazard moment of infinity. It seems daunting to take on that task, to even attempt it, seems like a child's play. I tried to mend my broken senses, but I was determined to fix this, to get to that point ( Read more... ) -
Weeping Willows
It's hard to make a change. I toss and turn each night trying to think of ways to alter my reality. So I can be a better person, one that shares, someone who doesn't judge, ridicule and hurt, one who isn't selfish, someone better...someone not me ( Read more... )