You can be mad at me for saying so, but I can't help but recognize the pattern.

My coach walks out on me.
My parents kick me out.
Jess needs space.

Maybe I could use some fucking space.

Or some damn help.

I can feel my senses shutting off, the sleep deprivation and the entirety of this day is finally overwhelming my anxiety and covering me in a blanket of blissful submission. In all truth, I just want to go to sleep knowing that my heart and my conscience are clear, and that I will see you, see me, see us all again in the morning ( Read more... )

Emotions are violent. The way they seem to explode through me with the sound of tearing construction paper and the flashes of color like so much confetti, floating to the ground in such beauty until the very last shred reaches earth. It's only then that you come to realize- "What a mess." So, imagine when these scraps of paper, loaded into a small ( Read more... )

I'm fighting the grip of exhaustion as I try to delve into my deepest reaches of thought and feeling to chip a piece of the precious element that makes up the core of my heart. With a keyboard as my hammer and my words as my spike I will force this tidbit from feeling, to though, and finally into its physical representation in some ( Read more... )

And I think about going home, and I am afraid. I know that, as these seconds tick by, my world is changing. I'm not afraid of what this place has become- its metamorphasis into this merciless void into which the mind and soul of th young mind are drawn and stripped of all that is creative and unique- To be honest that change was a falsehood; I only ( Read more... )

I would be should be could be working on the four page essay due tomorrow in rough draft form for Jazz and Rock seventh period tomorrow, but since my heart and mind are so cluttered with the kind of fury that only passes with exhaustion, I'm sitting here and cutting ties that obviously need to be severed ( Read more... )

The moon seemed frozen to its perch. The air was chilling, and moved like razors through the air, cutting effortlessly through thin clothing. closed doors, as well as any and all orafices that present themselves to the wrath of a cold winter's night. Yet, from this lofty hideaway, he could feel no fear of the cold. He felt that the company of this ( Read more... )

And we are not so conceited ( Read more... )

I've been him; where even the busiest streets seem empty, and in the midst of all the commotion and the hustle and bustle, I am still alone. Where the only wrong direction is back the way I came, and the only thing that will bring me there is the police, or my own fear of the dark. Where now you hate who you hurt you, you hate yourself, but more ( Read more... )

Welcome to my world,
The fog is very thick
I'm going to build you into a light,
Guide me to my home,
I'm going to build you inot a horn,
Warn others- I AM HERE

Juest do not be afraid,
Accept your Fate
Be what we are
And we will grow together.
Be prepared to be my weapon
My tool against all time and fear
Dont be afraid to shoot to kill

We aren't playing nice.

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