Quotes added on Friday, July 17 2015
❝ I've had enough,
I've seen enough,
I want out, I want
it to end, I don't
care anymore. ❞
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“Suffering
like this proves
you are still a man! This
pain is part of being human.”
“Then I don't want
to be human!”
you are still a man! This
pain is part of being human.”
“Then I don't want
to be human!”
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Poem.
It is late, rain pouring on the car
and he'll tell you, he loves you.
You would smile because, those
words were never handed to you.
So when you reply, those words
back, it'll spill onto your lap.
When his lips press onto yours,
those words will be sealed into
a message give to you, only to
be dissolved completely.
It is even more late now, rain
pouring down on you.
He'll whisper, I love you in your ear,
press his lips onto yours, and touch
the private parts your parents put
in a box. You found yourself standing
on the sidewalk, hailing for a taxi.
Whispering the words, I love you,
a message that dissolved that never
was sent back to him, because he was
just a silly boy.
They say we're losers and we're alright with
that.
We are the leaders of the not coming back.
We're alright, though.
When you've got bigger plans,
that no one else understands,
you've got a shot,
though.
i thought of you while in the shower, and i thought of how nice it would be to have your things among my things along the bathtub's edge, and i imagined myself running out of soap and using yours and wearing you to work, and the grocery store and i imagined that night, lying down beside you and smelling your neck and finding out where all my soap had gone.
It's funny because people think I'm quiet but I'm just listening to everyone's convos and figuring out your weaknesses to destroy you later in life :D
I'm alone but I know everything you feel
Poem.
I am like the female paper doll,
inside my chest, lied a paper heart
wrapped with even more paper.
So it wouldn't be hurt, because it
was fragile, and it would keep it from
falling apart, underneath it was
your name. Unwrapping the paper
around my paper heart, it fell into pieces.
Your name now cut up into pieces.
The ink of your name, drips itself
out of the paper, like my blood
drips out from my paper cuts.
Paper cuts, from trying to make my
paper heart back into pieces, because
if my love is written words into poetry
along of these lines, stand only her name
on your paper heart.
The girl, who broke your paper heart,
and for you spent days fixing it with either
school glue or paper tape, only to get
paper cuts, on the tips of your fingers.
So when she broke your heart..did
she also crack your spine, so you can
always fall in her direction? Or was it
just me, when I saw you fall for her,
and not for me.
