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Hidden Love"The young boys body has still not been discovered though we've been on the case for we-"
I turned the TV off. I didn't have to hear any more about his sudden disappearance. He's been missing for almost three weeks now. The police and family had been searching for him the first week but was classified "Dead" the next by the police. They've been trying to search for the body for the past couple of days of week three. It's been on the news frequently, and to make matters worse was the talk of the school.
"Where could he be?" "I wonder if he'll ever come back" "I hope they find the body".
I was near the brink of screaming at them all to just shut the hell up.
No one knew about us two. We were secret lovers behind everyone's back and no one - not even the closest of friends - could tell. To everyone we were only general friends who occasionally said hey to each other now and again. Which just makes it harder for me to hide the pain I'm really in.
I threw the remote over to the coach and de
Midnight: Chapter 1. Tala
10:34 Tala: Oh, I'm so tired *yawn*
10:34 Leon: It's only like, what, ten thirty?
10:35 Tala: Well, maybe if we'd not been up all night talking then I wouldn't feel this way.
10:35 Leon: Hey, don't blame me... I'm not tired at all. (:
Change." Change" he ordered.
" I can't" I said back, calmly.
"You know exactly what I'm talking back " he said back " you don't have any excuses"
" I swear, I don't " I said, my voice creeping higher. He sighed.
" You are now aware of what I'm capable of doing if you don't change, it will happen again" he said, calmly.
I flinched, remembering. He could make you feel pain just by looking at you. It reminded me of Jane out of the twilight saga. But that just scared me even more. Twilight is not real and none of this should be too.
" I know " I said slowly. " But trust me, I don't know what you mean by 'change', change what? " I asked. He sighed again.
" yourself" he answered coldly. I was seriously confused now. Change myself? what?
" Excuse me ?" I asked to make sure that was what I heard. He sighed for what had to be the third time only quicker. I could tell he was getting impatient.
" Look, I'm sorry, but I seriously don't know what your talking about, I mean,
I guess I love you...I love the way a smile appears on my lip's every time the thought of you passes threw my mind.
I love the way ever time I heard your name I feel all funny and can't help but wonder if you ever will be mine, and mine only.
I love the way I actually want to go to bed early just so I can see you in my wishful dreams.
I love how every time I see your face all I can do is imagine what the future would be like with you by my side.
I love that child like and playful grin you always wear that reminds me of your childish side when you try to act strong.
I love how, although you have a mature side, your not afraid to act like the young child you truly are.
I love how you'll talk a load of crap that doesn't make any sense at all but never give it a second thought and are proud of it.
I don't mind how you can be mean and hurtful with your wise crack's and clever comments that can really and truly get to me in unthinkable ways because of how unharmful the comment really was.
Part FourI turned to the side, back and forth, back and forth until staying in here became unbearable. Everyone else seemed to be asleep and I bet all the boy's were too. I stood up and slowly unzipped the hatch and as quietly as I could, undid the main entrance. When I was safely outside without managing to awake anyone up, I decided it'd best if I just went down to the river and didn't wonder off to far. Although I was only in those sweat pants and vest top it was unusually warm out tonight for some reason. I looked up at the hazy moon and sighed in happiness. I love the moon so much and the night. I don't know what it was but it could possibly and mostly likely be the star's.
when I arrived at the river a went over to one of the 5 chair looking tree stumps and watched the water for what seemed like hours. I eventually gave up and looked up to the star filled sky knowing I'd never get bored star gazing. A few minutes later, I decided to get up and walk over to the water's edge. On
Part threeInside the tent wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. I was pretty sure it was a 6 man ten cause it had a huge main entrance and two small separate rooms opposite from each other. I looked in each room but found Annica and Vera's bags in the left one so I guessed that was ours. I climbed in to the already made pod and started unpacking a few things that I needed for the moment. I got out my sleep wear and as fast as I could got changed in to sweat pants and a vest top. I hopefully wont be needing to go back out cause I certainly was not going to be going out side only dressed in this right front of Carl, Leo and Aden. especially Aden. I have another friend at home called Cindy and she used to tell me 'if you've got it, flaunt it!' which I strongly disagree to. And right now I'm practically in my pants and a tight vest. No way.
I started rummaging threw my bag again hoping I'd brought something to entertain me. I felt something heavy and lifted it out the bag and dr
admittance is defeatthey called you beautiful
with porcelain eyes about to crack
and cigarette skin crumbling
away, a knotted spine and
you were never gracious.
you're slipping underneath, this
virulent smog masks a paper sky that
never allowed a dream and
you're afraid because it's soaking in
your pores again, unattainable and unoriginal;
the meaning of life never meant enough-
you were never hopeful.
there's a getaway map on the underside
of your pillow, and a lifetime of secrets
on the underside of your bones
you're a walking travesty:
your chest ticks, dull
your wrist beats, dying
time is keeping you but
you were never patient.
you lie large enough to make us believe you
don't entertain nightmares, but what if
no one could hear you scream?
remarkable, it seems
caged birds really know how
to sing out
(you were always beautiful)
You'll never break meHit me
BloodI've got a filthy mouth,
& a house of stars
thriving in my throat.
& I still have yet to tame
this grounded constellation
I call my temple. -Slithering
tongue hissing too many
"fuck you's" against my teeth.
I fear I will write myself hollow-
or until my bones are corroded away
& I am nothing-
an insignificant nebula
orbiting the wrong atmosphere.
But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,
& words are only words, Mother.
I'd Be Pretty If I'd Just...I'd be pretty if I'd just smile
If I'd cut my hair a certain way
And cover myself up in that chemical crap you call make-up
But did you ever think that just maybe...
I don't wanna be pretty
That I just wanna be me
Who cares if no one ever calls me beautiful
Who cares if I'm never asked to dance
Hell I don't even know how to dance anyway
I don't care how the world sees me
I only care how I see me
And I think there's nothing wrong with the girl in the mirror
Sure she doesn't smile much but that's cause she's going through hell
Her face may look plain without any make-up
But that's just the way I like it
An old pair of jeans
The first t-shirt could find
My hair in a braid
I'm ready to go
To where no one cares just what I look like
Least of all me
It's a barn full of horses
That's where I choose to spend my days
Where no one cares about what I wear
Where I never have to hear "I'd be pretty if I'd just..."
My Escape.Can't you see I'm sorry?
All you do is coldly,
Push me away,
Even though you know I'm halfway,
To dead, I'm sure you couldn't careless.
You were my escape from this darkness,
But now I'm drowning in my own mind.
I can't seem to find,
Another way, so I will live like this tomorrow and everyday.
I have a peculiar feeling you may,
Come back and toss me away,
Just like before.
I may never be able to let you in again.
Perhaps this is the end,
Although I will not be able to live with it.
SuicideMy dreams fall,
my life is shattered,
into the glass of life.
I got the rope,
i have the chair,
now the only thing i need is hope.
Now I sit down
washing my fears away,
re-thinking of what is gonna happen.
Will they miss me,
will they even care,
will they know that I'm even gone?
I know it now,
what i must do,
what lies in store for me,
They never loved me,
they always picked on me,
so why would they care?
now i wipe my tears away,
slicing my wrist,
wincing in pain.
I stand on a chair,
Re-thinking of it all,
Now glad what i am doing.
Putt the rope around my neck,
wipe my tears of fear away,
kicking the chair away.
Now i hang,
my body lifeless,
knowing i have done the right thing.
They never cared,
the ones who did,
never showed emotion.
Now i am somewhere,
where people actually care,
that's why i have done,
catch a falling star, put it in your pocketthere's something about those little broken
dreamer girls with misproportionate promises
and lingering whispers,
who walk like angels, lost, and trying
to find a way back home;
whose hearts bleed abnormally loud
and resonant- those girls with
shadows like ghosts [dead and haunting],
that make them a flavor
to taint your tongue.
if you listen close, you can hear the
unraveling words that once knit the hollow space
between their bones,
you can hear their shallow sighs like
sun sets for a final time.
you can hear their ticking time bomb lungs
and you can touch their secrets, because they
wear them on their skin. not like wounds,
more like sun kisses or wispy tattoos
ingrained into who they are; you won't know
what they mean until you connect the dots
and find answers in their questioning stares.
they'd like to remain something unknown, because
they've identified the world as a disease- vile and
insidious, with the capability of sinking
underneath your flesh and changing who you are.
NothingI'm not meant to be an artist,
I'm not meant to be here.
I'm a fish out of water,
I'm choking on air.
The world is flooded,
My vision is blurred.
My story's not important
Because I'm never heard.
Not a sound, nor a peep,
I'm one of the mute;
I've got a negative aura,
I'm a rotting fruit.
I'm the bad egg of the bunch,
I'm a bump in the road,
The worst luck of all
To me was bestowed.
I'm Sassy Sally,
I'm an enraged beast--
The only human amongst zombies,
An easy target, a good feast!
I'm suffocating inside
But no one knows
Because they're the ones
Striking all the blows.
My mind has a virus,
It's gotten to my soul--
The core of it all
Is chipping as a whole.
Starting to rust like a robot,
Been left out too long--
Where was the mistake
Where I had gone wrong?
Whats the point on Living?I'm lost in this world alone
with no hope to go on
with only the tears
crashing all around me
There is nothing that can be done
nothing that is risk anything
I can't help it
but to make sure that I feel this pain
A feeling that I always wanted
a feeling that is like a drug to me
to slit my wrists open
and to watch the blood fall to the ground
There is no hope left to my life
there is no reason for me to be here
I'm stuck in this depression
that I can't seem to control anymore
I just want to feel the pain on my arms
to watch the blood flow from my arms
to feel this pain deep inside
to end my life for good....
There is no hope in this world
Nothing but pain and torture
What is the real point on Living?
when most of the time you feel dead....
Stereotypical EmoEmo does not mean to have cool puffy backcombed hair with side bangs and the long extensions and the colorful colours through it
Emo does not mean wearing black T-shirts/tops/vests or band tops or the wrist bands, and with skulls decorating everything you wear
Emo does not mean cutting yourself all the time or constantly sulking for yourself
Emo is not a type of music which is personally designed
Emo is not a type/brand of person or a feeling or constantly acting like there's no one there for you and you're all alone
Emo Means Emotional
It can be hating yourself for your own person reasons and everyone chooses to express it in different ways, all these things are just some ways some choose to do so
Well, they were before they became so over used and can just be a fashion statement to some or just a normal music genre to listen to.
But the long fringe can sometimes be the only thing they feel they can hide behind silently and unnoticeable without difficulty
Sometimes it's a case of wear
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