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I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my dreams to be horrors. I prefer my friends to be drifters and my lovers to be liars. I prefer to be right about the world being hopeless and my life being a tragedy. This way I don’t have to try to get help or believe in anything. This way I don’t have to try. This way I don’t have to live. I can just be; without guilt. After all, without guilt there is no reason.
It gets easier. I promise.It gets easier. I can promise you that. I can tell you that even while looking at your contorted face that have more tears than clouds have raindrops. I promise things will get better. Somewhere along the road of life your heart will pick up a few tricks from who knows where and breakups and death will hurt less and less.
But some nights are longer than others. And on those nights where all you can see is ?????? and you no matter what logic cards you have, you can beat doubt on those nights. He has lady luck on his side sometimes too. And on those nights where you curl up in a ball and see all your demons laughing and pointing their finger at you, remember, things will get better. Let them have their laugh, in the morning your heart will roar like the lion you are again and tear them to pieces. Just plug in your favorite song and try and think of other things. Things like how beautiful the world is, how many people care to try and make it better. You can think about the bad things too
The Rose Not TakenThe Rose Not Taken
I fear my heart is wilting
I think I soon may quit
These dreams that used to fill my head
Now don’t seem to fit
I can’t believe in love forever
If I can’t even make it stay for a night
I can’t keep pretending
That everything’s going to be alright
If there was a rose bush
In which every other bud had been picked
Could the rose not taken
Not feel tricked
Tricked by the words
That told her that alone she’s complete
And that she’s too beautiful
For any other to compete?
I look at my pillow now
And realize I’m not
And there’s nothing that can help
Until all this life stops.
Reaching EnlightenmentReaching Enlightenment
She likes to play her favorite song so quietly that she has to be conscious of how loud her breaths can be to hear it. She does this because she knows that the loud part is coming up and to turn it down while it’s playing require effort and she likes to float in her serenity cloud to enlightenment while this song plays. It’s like the song is the only road she knows that can take her there. She’s never showed it to anyone else because still in her 21 year old head she believes in the same magic as wishes in this song in that if she tells anyone else the power will be lost. She ignores the fact that the song has over 31 thousand views on youtube. She pretends they’re all from her and the dislikes are from her demons. She smiles seeing the bar like that; the likes outnumber the dislikes by the hundred. Looking at that she imagines that somehow she’ll get out of this world, her world, alive and b
The Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines DayThe Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines Day
Every what down in Whatville liked Valentines Day a lot but the Cat Lady who lived just north of Whatville did not. The reasons were obvious to anyone who lived outside Whatville, the whats were just plain obnoscious about their holiday. They’d buy everyone in town a valentine, the more expensive and the bigger the better. Every year the heart shaped animals in their stores would get bigger and bigger until finally they could only fit one in the window of the store and the whats would have to preorder them to have them shipped to the recipient’s house. The candy of this day would stock their cabinets for months or even until the next Valentines Day. The cards they would give and receive would only have the latest music when they opened and have something fuzzy or cute on the inside. They would be signed with long sentences and large hand-drawn hearts and some kind of swirly signature at the end. As anyone outside of Whatville could see,
CollegeI wish I had come into this world as something other than a human. If I had come into the world as a flower I’d know exactly what I want to be. A flower. No questions asked. But I came into this world as a human. So I have to choose what I want to be. Do I want to be a tree and help shade the world from evil? Or do I want to be a rock and possibly become a building, part of something bigger than myself. Or do I want to be a raindrop? A piece of plastic? And whatever I choose I feel like it has to be forever. A rock does not change into rain. A flower cannot be tree or do what a tree does. I wish I was something other than a human.
Fallen AngelsAre angels still falling?
And if so should that mean something
Who are on the edge?
Could it be that beyond either abyss
Awaits an unsatisfying end
If the angels
Who've seen everything
And know everything about the good side
Then why are they still leaving
Unless there's a reason
But then I think
There are those moments
When you feel only good
Even if for the briefest seconds
And that's how I imagine
That heaven must be like
The angels must just curious
But I know the other side too
So there's no need for humans to be curious
We know hell all too well
Stupid PoemsPoems are whimsy
Poems are flimsy
Poems are love
Cus if you look into
A good enough poem
For the briefest moment
All of creation
All the answers
You'll understand all of life
But then life will happen again
And you'll forget
And the poem will not
Reveal the answers again
Thus I say
Poems are whimsy
Poems are flimsy
Poems are love
Because out of life
Is the way you can see the answer
And out of life
is a poem
Sometimes I get madSometimes people saying things out of context even when they have the best intentions can really hurt someone. In my case, almost kill me. There is no verse in the bible that says the lord will not give you more than you can bear. It says "he will not let you be tempted more than you can bear". That is not the same thing. He will not lead you on more than you can handle, like if He knows you can't handle a really hot girl coming on to you or something then He won't let that happen. But that doesn't mean He won't let anything too horrible happen to you.
It doesn't seem like being broken up with is too horrible but mix that with a needy personality and about 100 pounds of messed up adolescent hormones and you've got enough to break down the walls of Jericho. Now I could probably handle it but back then I remember shaking in my class, crying in my seat, and not talking to anyone because I wasn't sure if my boyfriend was going to leave me or not. I told myself he wouldn't and that God woul
Limited Sky"The sky's the limit"
They always told me,
And I believed them,
Until I hit my head on it.
(btw, I found the limit)
I Love To Hurt You, But It Hurts To LoveYou hurt me
I hurt myself for letting you hurt me
I hurt you
I hurt myself by hurting you
Hurt myself for hurting in the first place
Hurt myself because it doesn't hurt enough
The word hurt doesn't even sound real anymore.
But I love to hurt you
You love to hurt me
We love to hurt
But it hurts to love.
And now, love has also lost its meaning.
Another poemYadda yadda yadda dream
Yadda yadda yadda yadda moonlight
Yadda yadda yadda stream
Yadda yadda yadda bird
Yadda yadda yadda yadda heart
Yadda yadda melancholy
Yadda blue yadda black yadda white yadda silver
Yadda yadda yadda music
Yadda yadda alone oh I'm so alone
Yadda yadda lost love
Yadda yadda sigh
Yadda yadda yadda painting
Yadda yadda faeces.
…Oh, dear. Did I just let that slip in?
Clearly some words have no place in poems, I assume.
Anime BoysBon, Grey, and of course Asura are my favorite Anime guy.
what a sad past
and the muscles!
What a bonus!
what a cruel past
the protection you need
with a hint of insanity!
My kind of man!
the devastating past
the power to cool me down
and you strip clothes fast!
I'm sorry Bon
you are 3rd
Asra you get 2nd
and Grey Fullbuster of Fairy Tail
you take the gold!
1st place baby!
sorry Juvia he's mine!
Ich kann nicht lyrisch! oder doch?Meine Gedichte
Wortspiele mit Bilderrätseln - garniert mit Buchstabensalat
Metrik mit Herz-Rythmus-Störung
Las aventuras de los mellizos creep-cap3Capítulo 3: desastre andante
Después de haber escuchado la petición de sus amigos ellos dijeron:
Selena: claro, por qué no (sonrisa fingida)
John: si déjanos preguntarle a nuestro tío (respirando pesado por los nervios).
No sabían que hacer en ese momento luego Selena dijo:
Selena: bueno debemos irnos……
Mientras tanto Jeff con su traje de anciano, tratando de encender el motor sin darse cuenta de que Selena y John estaban atrás del coche, en ese momento casi los atropella, John contesto:
John: oiga anciano fíjese
Jeff: no me falten al respeto enanos pelirrojos
John: o___o oops
Selena: yo no te falte al respeto Jeff
John: tal vez sea enana Selena, pero yo soy más alto
Selena: no manches John eres más alto que yo por 3 cm
Jeff: bueno súbanse
Mientras ellos subían al coche, a John se le ocurrió decir en el camino lo que estaba pasando, Jeff lo miro y detuvo bruscamente el auto,
Don't worry about PlutoThe sun is just a big bully anyway
A bit inconsiderate wet baby
That everyone oh's and ah's at
Because it's the only one
That lights up their sky.
Venus is like the neglected child,
The baby's older sister
But nobody cares about her
She can't be measured by innocence anymore
When compared to her younger sister
Mercury is the bully brother
He pretends not to care
That nobody cares about him
But he does, and it's obvious
Earth is the talented kid
But he has no control over his life
His talents control him
Sometimes he just wants to hide
Mars is the freak of the family
Always being watched
Because nobody trusts
What they don't really know
Jupiter is just the big rich one
He has a scar, sure
But it's a small price to pay
He's really just hot gas
Saturn is only known by connection
The crowd she surrounds herself with
The center of the crowd
But nobody really understands her
Neptune thinks he's all cool
But he's not so much
Nobody really cares about him
But he still tries
Uranus. No words to
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