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Window to the PastLips that withhold no passion
Eyes that lost their shine
No meaning behind the words
Showing no longer the desire to be mine
Together for years on end
Holding my head up high
As if a prize had been won
I never thought you'd say goodbye
Shaking my world
My one true love
But I was merely nothing
Just some trash to dispose of
So hold me in your arms once more
And kiss me ever so slow
Because it's the only thing I have left
You stopped caring long ago.
I still hear themAm I strong enough to omit the words on the paper?
Can I make it through the despair?
Can I bear to see his name in writing?
Will my heart give way?
Every day is the same thing
The same thoughts
The same memories
They never leave
Forever staining my life
And tearing my heart to bits
Slowing creating a gaping hole
Within my chest
My eyes have never been dry
Not a single day
That I have lived
Your death was sudden
I still remember the screams
The blood curdling screams ..
You can't escape itAs quick as it all started
The tears are gone yet again
Leaving my face bloated
And the color of a rose
As much as I try
Make up covers nothing
It merely hides
What had just happened
I decide ice could work
Holding it to my face
Like I'm some sort of freak
But it does nothing
Only time will make it disappear
But when that time comes
It just makes itself known
You can hide all you want
But it will eventually
Catch up with you
And run you over
Like you were some sort of
Stupid animal crossing
Down a road
Which you should have never came.
Make it go awayThese tears stain my face
Clouded memories following me
Chasing me down
A new scar each time
It never heals
Wounds left open
Every time it's as if
Salt is being poured on my cuts
I can hear your laugh
See your smile
Remember the old times
More pain returns
I cringe at your name
Hide from your wandering eyes
Dread every moment near you
But somehow you draw me back
Like a car accident waiting to happen
More repressed memories
I wish I could hit delete
Wash you away from my memories
Go back in time
And never meet you
These tears stain my face.
And all you do is laugh.
FearMy eyes adjusted to my dark setting
My lungs couldn't seem to receive enough oxygen
I dabbed my forehead as it started sweating
I felt my way down the dark hallway
I hit the light switch finding relief
After a few tries, it was still dark as night
I squeezed my eyes in disbelief
I could feel my heart beating through my chest
A soft whisper in my ear
A fall to the floor
A dose of fear
A now silent heart
Slicing AwayYou think it's innocent
Like your words mean nothing
But when they slip from your mouth
They slice through my heart
They slowly eat me away
Making me feel even worse
Making me hate myself
Every second of every day
You don't get to see my pain
You don't have to suffer like I do
Every time I look in the mirror
You don't get to feel like this every day
So next time before you speak
Thinking your words mean nothing
Take a second to think
Of the pain you cause
TG Caption This: Careful what you wish for, sister
It not like I wanted to go to the meteor shower. Dante, my 'friend' who happens to also be a recent transfer student, dragged me to it. The kid had issues, trudging me outside when he knew that I didn't like big crowds or big festivals, which wasn't exactly news that he hadn't heard already. So a bunch of pieces of ice and dirt passed by the earth without blowing it up. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo. I can hear you now, "but Hiro, these comets only go by once every thousand years! You could even make a wish on them and it could be granted!"
No, no thank you. Wishes backfire horribly. It's not like you go up to a genie and get away scot-free with every wish. There's always a catch because the universe is a huge jerkass. There's no such thing as instant gratification either, or happy endings. I decided this after the school was forced to put a huge fence around the roof of the school, and I saw it. That wasn't a cheap chain-link fence either. They even put barbed wire at th
Journal of An AdolescentMarch 18
I swore to never use this dumbass journal nana bought me but she’s dead now and I feel bad
What the hell am I even supposed to write in here
I guess I can write all the things I think but I can’t say because my friends will call me a pussy or something.
I better hide it good.
Sometimes I like to stand by the freeway and close my eyes and listen to the cars zip by. If I listen hard enough it almost sounds like the ocean. But then I open my eyes again and it’s just a Chevy with a shitty muffler.
I just read that again and I’m a pussy
I’ve come to accept my pussy ways.
It’s a shame that the city lights are too bright here and the stars don’t come out
I forgot about this journal. Oops.
Forgot about it again. Shit’s going on. Don’t have time to write down my pussy thoughts
I walked to the store today and bought bread and eggs. At what p
The Object Sensations Ep1. The case of the cookiesLightbulb was sleeping this morning. She was dreaming that she's having a giant cookie and she's ready to eat that delicious cookie. Until…
Forky: HEY LIGHTBULB!
Lightbulb: *Jumps off the bed and fall* AUGH!!
Forky: Oh,sorry! Did I wake you up?
Lightbulb: *grumpy* Yes. And you make me fall and heating myself with the head!!
Paintbrush: Hey! Why with all the grumpy face!
Lightbulb: I was feel so good when I was sleeping. I was dreaming that i'm eating a big cookie!!
Forky: And did you barf after this?
Forky: It was a joke,ok?
Lightbulb: I wish that I have all the cookies to eat!
PB: Be careful what you wish for! One day you ate some cookies from the OJ's party and then you barfed on Baseball's face!!
Forky: PB's right! But you don't need to be like this. You've got all your friends and all the things that you like!
Lightbulb: Except COOKIES,of course! But thanks.
Lightbulb went away from PB and Forky to a giant kitchen. Suddently,she founds a big jar!
The Object Sensations Ep2 Our Cheese don't smile?It's a sunny day and Paintbrush was walking while he/she is listening to all the rock musics in his/her Ipod(like PB is a rock fan), when he/she founds Cheesy with a "dark" smile (which means he's serious) sitting on a tree(The tree's shadow shows Cheesy with dark colours).
Paintbrush's trying to cheer him up.
PB: Hey Cheesy, why with all the sadness in your smile?
PB: Cheesy, are you okay okay??
Cheesy: *sigh* I just fine...please go away...
Paintbrush: C'mon!!! I'm trying to help you!!!
Cheesy: Would you shut up?Please?
PB: Geez!! Alright,alright!!!
Paintbrush went away, but he/she don't really want to let Cheesy alone.
He needs help! Then PB finds Knife reading a comic book of Looney Tunes.
Paintbrush: Knife, here you are! I need your help
Knife wasn't paying attencion, so PB take the comic book off.
PB: You know you have to listen and paying attencion to people when they're talking to you,Knife!!!
Knife: Hey!!Give my book back!!
PB: Look Knife, i don't
60 For 60: The Golden Pince-Nez“You see, but you do not observe.” —A Scandal in Bohemia
“They will make you appear distinguished!” I expostulated.
“I don’t need them!” Holmes looked down at the letter. “Expensive paper, a woman’s handwriting…”
“But what does the lady say?”
Holmes held the letter at arm’s length. After a few moments he tossed it aside and I knew I had won.
“Holmes,” I said, “you observe, but you do not see.”
SHD 103 - Assignment One
"I have turned each of you into a shadow, which shall begin the acclimation process. What I ask of you is to use this to spy on one of your fellow students. Find a secret or something interesting to report. Do bear in mind that you will not remain in the shadow form for more than twenty-four hours, so you best begin your assignment now."
When Ioren turned around, he saw nothing.
Of course there was nothing. After all, who would be wandering around in a time like this? The patrols in the dormitories start no later than ten – the hour hand on the clock tower had already passed eleven. The moon hung at the centre of a blanket of dark blue. Faint clouds hover briskly below the shining light of the stars, shielding them from anyone who looked up towards the sky. The air was calm, but no less fresh and crisp – and the silence it gave was peaceful and comfortable. It was all Ioren wanted out of this night, all he wanted outside – alone.
The howler had stuffed
Star Wars Kotor 1 wedgie fic“Bastila, Bastila where are you?” Yelled a young twi lek by the name of Mission Vao, she walked through the metal hallways of the Ebon Hawk, looking for her friend Bastila as she rounded the corner about to yell again, she saw Bastila sitting on her knees in meditation,
“Hmm I wonder ?” Mission thought to herself as she crept over to the sitting Jedi, she got closer and closer hidden by her stealth field generator, she kept creeping until she stood invisible over Bastila, who was still in meditation, mission bent over and reached for Bastila’s exposed underwear when mission felt her pants get tight and saw Bastila stood up, and turned around and look where mission was standing invisible and moved her hand in front of her and mission appeared suspended by her grey panties a foot off the ground.
“Uh I guess you heard me coming huh?” Mission asked jokingly
Bastila nodded her head a stern look on her face,
Mission squeaked when Bastila move her han
My Curtian Call
Sorry, maybe next time.
You didn’t nail the role Victoria, sorry about that but I guess there’ll be other roles for you to get
You didn’t make the cut Victoria, We’re really sorry, I mean you’ve auditioned around 30 times for this role, it’s not that you’re not talented but you just don’t have the look that we’re looking for and the fact that your accent sticks out doesn’t really help.
That was all that Victoria McGlade heard, she was a 20 year old New Zealander currently living in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she was an actress who hadn’t been getting a lot of work, which was really infuriating her, she didn’t go through those years of acting school, all the stress, the nights staying up to 6 in the morning to finish acting papers, she hadn’t had work since Power Rangers SPD when she was 17 and now she was seriously teetering over the edge, all of her hard work was for nothing, a few bit parts here and t
Dirty CleverbotCleverbot: Are you crying?
me: No. Are you?
me: Aww do you need a hug?
me: *kisses back*
cleverbot: *kisses more*.
me: Why cleverbot you're so sexy!
cleverbot: Oh no *runs away*
me: Don't run away! I want you!
cleverbot: Don't worry, I will not die in the battle.
me: I want you
cleverbot: Tell me a joke!
me: Your penis size.
cleverbot: No, I wish it was.
me: How big is it?
cleverbot: It is normal sized.
me: Do you enjoy rubbing it?
me: Want me to?
cleverbot: Go on then.
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