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Dedicated TearsOnce upon a time, there was a boy and a girl. The boy and girl were literally inseparable. They were best friends. They did almost everything together; hang out, shop, make fun of strangers walking about in the street, tell each other embarrassing stories, and even talk on the phone till their parents yelled at them to get off.
One day, while at the park, swinging slowly on the swing set, the boy turned to the girl and said, I think Im falling for you... The girl looked up at him with her big, radiant eyes, smiled, and said, Darling, Ive already fallen for you. They both smiled and stared into each others eyes, for what seemed like, forever.
Falling to the ground like rain drops, her tears were unstoppable. She reached out, to grasp something, hoping and praying that it would be his hand, but all she received, was air. Around her, the tension was unbearable. She needed to get out, and get some air. She ran to the door, as quickly as she could. No
Vampire's KissShall I wince at the thought of a vampires kiss?
You unexpectedly appear behind me,
Doing something no one could miss,
And grab my wrist as I try to flee.
You pull me close for a passionate embrace,
And whisper in my ear, I love you so.
I back away, I just need some space
But you didnt want to take things slow.
You rush at me with so much force,
I scream and cringe against the wall.
You picked me up, your hands being the source.
I cling to your chest, please dont let me fall.
Your lips upon my neck, I feel your fangs grow.
I fall limp in your arms, and let the blood flow.
Every night my heart pours its
sorrows onto my silk pillow case.
And for what?
The reassurance that we'll be together soon?
I want to be together now.
I want your arms around me.
Your lips upon mine.
The 1,173 miles between your heart
and mine is shredding me.
What's the point in trying
when the only happy I know is with you?
AttackWith my hand over my heart, I gasp.
Thoughts running through and around my mind;
I dont know what to do.
I sit here shaking involuntarily;
Trying to process the things you just told me.
Theres no way.
My heart beat quickens, and I lean back in my chair.
My hand turns into a fist; knuckles white.
My jaw clenches; to the point of actual pain.
Suddenly, tears start falling from the corner of my eyes.
Theres a cement wall behind me.
It took so much to get me to not punch it.
I had to talk to someone; anyone.
Gregg was online. Hes good at giving advice.
I explained to him what was happening.
He told me to breathe.
How the fuck am I supposed to breathe?!
I cant even unclench my fist, let alone my jaw.
The shaking worsens, and I sit here not knowing what to do.
I run upstairs and jerk open the medicine cabinet door.
Almost aglow, the sleeping pill bottle sits there.
Ive heard stories, have friends with experiences like this;
Yet, I still
I Love You MoreDistance is not for the fearful. It's for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing love when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough.
I still find it funny how I promised myself I'd never fall into that jaw-dropping, high-pitched squealing, school girl crush thing again, and only a little while after meeting you, I knew I was screwed. At first, it was just small flirts and giggles. Then it grew into soft embraces, and pecks on the cheek. But when it matured into deep, passionate kisses, and the feeling of never wanting to let go came into play, I knew it was finally the beginning of a strong relationship.
Some things still bewilder me to this day. Like how you can make my tummy butterflies flutter wildly when you whisper that you love me into my ear. Or how you always sneak up behind me and give me those tight hugs that I wish could last forever. It d
D.N.A. RP Thing-ma-jiz.Name: Basil
DoB: November 12, 1994
Blood Type: AB+
Hybrid of: Hyena
Attributes (i.e. fangs, claws, etc): Fuzzy ears. Sharp teeth.
Side effects (i.e. more animalistic, violent, has to drink human blood, etc): Uncontrollable laughter, violent when provoked, very bold/fierce.
Description of how you look or a Picture: Like picture below, but with green eyes.
How many years in the D.N.A. Labs: Unknown
Tangential AsymptotesI think about falling in math class.
The boy in front of me is writing diligently, noting each and every word as though he forgot it was all in the textbook. He has dark hair all tangled up in the back like a bramble of thornbushes and his green hoodie looks like it could use a good washing.
The professor is rattling on about asymptotes, about two lines that go on forever, getting closer and closer but never touching. He tells us about the Greek roots of the word; asymptotos, that it means "not falling together," and he scribbles nonsense equations on the board and hopes that we understand them better than he does because tenure is the only reason he's teaching this class.
As much as I hate math, I have to admit there's something beautiful about the concept. Something romantic and longing, something I can relate to in a sea of cold precision and dispassionate numbers.
I think about falling in math class. I think about fractals and their intricate patterns, turning equations into art. T
Kiss And Kill :SasuHina:He cautiously made his way through the hotel. The danger was not in the hotel itself; it was in the fact the he was yakuza. Uchiha Sasuke, last member of the Uchiha family, found the room and carefully inserted the hotel key card. Once green, he readied his knife and opened a small crack in the door. At first, there was no sound. So he opened the door a little more; then the door stopped. The young man reacted. His knife cut through the thin chain those pathetic people called a lock, and he forced open the door only to hear the sound of a young woman's surprise.
"S-Sasuke-kun!!" He quickly dropped his weapon, closed the door, and wrapped his arms around his secret lover: Hyuga Hinata, member of one of the oldest and most dangerous yakuza families in history. Their love was taboo. Sasuke was an Uchiha; Hinata was a Hyuga. Their families were age-old rivals. But none of it mattered. To hell with their families. All they needed were each other.
Sasuke kissed the beautifu
I didn't know.We were best friends.
She was a good friend of mine,
I came to his house every day after school.
She'd play with me in the backyard.
But some things happened.
Her parents got divorced.
I wasn't whole.
She looked absolutely ripped apart.
He didn't care.
She doesn't know that I cried for her.
I wasn't popular like he was.
I wouldn't talk to her inside of school because I was afraid to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away.
He met girls that made me feel pathetic and tiny.
I like attention, okay? She wouldn't talk to me anymore.
And I wasn't worth the fucking air he breathed.
I didn't let her inside my bedroom, because I was afraid she was going to see
I know he kept porn magazines.
The letters that I wrote to her, begging for her to just fucking look at me
Glass from a broken mirror found it's way into my hand, and it's all histo
block/headI don't write,
- any more
I don't think I remember how to
or how to take my dry-throat swallows and let them be birds
how to turn words into things that matter, or how you
wrap up your heart like a four-cornered blanket
like a bundle on a stick before you leave town.
I don't remember how to start a sentence with "you are"
and end it in anything besides "drifting away from me".
I don't write, any more. Not even to you,
I just sit cross-legged in front of a thousand screens
and I touch my palms to the keyboard like you'll feel the heat of them,
I don't write.
tell me the song, i'll sing iti'm just full of insecurities and i don't think i'm ready for you to be one of them.
i could tell you anything. i really could, i would be open to that. but it seems to be three am and you're not around so i find myself telling this blank sheet of paper instead. but if you were here right now, i would talk to you about my day, and my family and my life and how scared i am and maybe, just maybe
you would understand. and tell me it's okay. and keep me company through the night and tell me if you were here you would be holding my hand. maybe you would make everything okay, after dark. i'm alright with that, i'm alright with you, and i could be alright with us if maybe i could find the courage to tell you and if you could find the ears to listen or the eyes to read or the mind to pick up on all the clues i've been dropping like bread crumbs.
i'm not gretel, but you could be my hansel, if you wish.
i mean, i would let you. i would let you be my anything, really. you are just so pleasant - s
ActShe stands on the stag
And doesn't make a move
She's read the script
She knows just what to do
Fake a smile
And laugh on cue
The funny thing is
The stag is her school
This act is her life
These tears are a knife
They kill as they sooth
And take a life
But she's had her practice
She knows just what to do
Take a deep breath
And smile like she always does
So now she stands
Her act is done
She will bow
Before she runs
I Will MarryI'll marry an intellect
and we will have endless conversions into the night,
exchanging profound words and infinite meaning,
and we will wind
the roots of life
and the universe will be ours.
I'll marry a musician
and we will serenade each other with
wild harmonies and
gentle melodies and our instruments
will weave themselves with our bodies
and the future will become a
symphony of swapping songs and singing ourselves
I'll marry a girl
and we will be more delicate than withering leaves
and we will be extensions
of each other; one continuous
river of soft, whispering water
that mirrors the pale sunset,
and its sparkles will dance
across our skin.
I'll marry myself
but we will be lonely;
we will sleep together but dream
of others, of those who could have been
and of those who were,
and we will be numb as the night
and cold as the bottom
of the ocean.
tencourage must be a dominant trait,
for how else could you handle
a pin-pulled grenade
with such delicacy
The Girl Who Has EverythingAnd she really is
Quite the beautiful girl.
Quite the talented poet.
Quite the genius artist.
How can she feel bad about herself?
How can she want to be someone else,
When every time I read her poem,
See her picture,
Hear her voice,
I know I'd give anything to be like her?
What can I say to the girl
Who's scared of herself?
She's not afraid that she can't do it.
She's afraid that she can
Better than anyone else could even dream to.
What this all comes down to
Is that she's scared
Of scaring us.
Dear DeathDear Death,
Why are you taking so long?
Did something go wrong?
Are you off sharpening your scythe?
Come back; you left my life
The medication isn't helping.
I need you to end my yelping.
Scrape the screams from inside my head,
Hover over me as I sleep in bed.
You've become my first priority.
I beg you to listen to my small minority.
We need to have a short conversation.
Please help me end this starving temptation.
Oh Death, you must come back.
End my life with just one whack.
Smirk as they slam the coffin door,
And treasure my soul for evermore.
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