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Location: narnia
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every experience, choice, decision
makes you a human being.
the world breathes the toxin
the world tastes the posion
the world feels the pain
the world hears the destruction
the world is hurting.
and we do nothing to stop it.
— a
dying world, MAKE her proud
"Always promise me to go above & beyond."
"I promise."
"I promise."
watercolor cheeks
are a masterpiece
of sadness.
her mascara looks
like branches, &
her eyeshadow
looks like leaves.
are a masterpiece
of sadness.
her mascara looks
like branches, &
her eyeshadow
looks like leaves.
i remember
when my days were long
and full of joy, accompanied by the laughter of
children and the gentle creak of an old swingset. i remember when
my biggest decision was what flavor of popsicle i could successfully
eat without getting brainfreeze or which doll I would dress
up in her summer clothes. i miss the days where i was
carefree. i miss the laughs. i
miss the time my friends and i had. i miss the
happiness of my parents before life had made
them worn and weary.
i miss me. i miss the child
who was blissfully unaware of the strain that life puts on you. i am now
just as worn as my parents are, only younger and easily
adaptable. but i have seen the world through the news and through
stories and i have heard enough to see that the world is a sad, sad place, full of
weary adults and blissfully unaware children just like me.
i am not the only one suffering.
She looked in the mirror and mumbled strings
of thought together, however incoherent they might be. A frail,
greying figure looked back, too young to have looked the way
she did, and she knew it.
She saw the haunted look in her eyes, the veins etching themselves like tattoos under her skin. She saw a shell of her former self. They colorless body stood almost still in the mirror, the only movement coming from her chest when she breathed in shallow breaths, like the task had become too painful for her to bear.
The boy stood behind her, horrified.
"I am a shell," she spoke quietly.
The boy said nothing.
"I am afraid," she whispered again.
"Of what?" He questioned back. His voice was strong, clear, assertive. Her voice was raspy, weak, and monotone.
"Myself," she stated in a bland tone before collpasing to the floor.
- Except of a book I'll never write
She saw the haunted look in her eyes, the veins etching themselves like tattoos under her skin. She saw a shell of her former self. They colorless body stood almost still in the mirror, the only movement coming from her chest when she breathed in shallow breaths, like the task had become too painful for her to bear.
The boy stood behind her, horrified.
"I am a shell," she spoke quietly.
The boy said nothing.
"I am afraid," she whispered again.
"Of what?" He questioned back. His voice was strong, clear, assertive. Her voice was raspy, weak, and monotone.
"Myself," she stated in a bland tone before collpasing to the floor.
- Except of a book I'll never write
"Your eagerness and
peaked
interest allowed you to be
blinded by the roses without
realizing they were covered in
thorns."
interest allowed you to be
blinded by the roses without
realizing they were covered in
thorns."
i smile and wave
as he walks away
hoping the rain
is thick enough
to hide the tears
streaming down
my face.
as he walks away
hoping the rain
is thick enough
to hide the tears
streaming down
my face.
. . . . . .
He will tell you he loves you and he won't mean
it. But you think his confession is the world and that
his eyes are a galaxy, full of mystery and wonder. You think
that his gaze is loving and sweet, and his words are a symphony
crafted from the hands of a higher being. You listen and take
it all in. The talks, the touches, the feelings exchanged and
you relish in his love when you realize that his love is not
the definition of your own.
His love is a tidal way, crashing down upon the shore and your love is the swaying of roses in the wind. His kisses are frenzied and forced but your kisses are soft and meaningful. His gaze is lustful but your eyes see the stars.
He doesn't love you and he never did. So don't fool yourself when he utters those words.
His love is a tidal way, crashing down upon the shore and your love is the swaying of roses in the wind. His kisses are frenzied and forced but your kisses are soft and meaningful. His gaze is lustful but your eyes see the stars.
He doesn't love you and he never did. So don't fool yourself when he utters those words.
I dreamed of a man who
told me of a land where
people could dance and
sing in revelry, with all
the love and hope they
deserve. I asked him to
tell me where it was. He
looked at me and gave
me a small smile.
"It's in here," he said,
pointing to my heart.
I didn't argue.