We've crashed through youThere is no point in hiding, you know that, but you're running ten, twenty, thirty thousand miles up and down the roads; without a clue where you're heading. You will keep running and running and running until you feel your heart throbbing so hard it's crashing through your cracked rib cage. The rhythm of your pulse is no longer the same, but something bitter and mocking. You might cough up blood and try and heave your heavy hand, shaking furiously to hold your wrist, searching for your pulse and will it to keep going. The cold freezing air will enter you harshly, piercing and stabbing your insides. Your lungs refusing the air, begWe've crashed through you
I think I hate you for leavingYesterday you were there and I didn't notice.I think I hate you for leaving
When I first thought I might lose you, I prayed and I prayed. I thought maybe if I prayed hard enough I will see you again. I couldn't sleep and I wrote you letters that I couldn't possibly send. I kept every one of them.
Just in case.
I sat all alone in my parents' bedroom, they were all gone somewhere, where my name would be a struggle to remember. I was crying quietly as if these teardrops could ever be a medicine to heal you gently, unlike all the other medicines you already gulp down your throat.
Then I tho
she was interruptedShe is walking down the street, dangling on the edge. Her head is tilted this way and that, she can no longer hold herself together and she cannot make the slightest mistake-she cannot fall. Her thoughts are jumbled up, her heart throbbing, she is bleeding and she is dying-she was interrupted
"What are you writing?" "Nothing," "Well it looks like something to me," "Trust me; it's nothing to you," "Well maybe it's some- "Fuck off," "…fine."
[So, where was I again? Oh yeah.]
And she was dying my ass.
Make Up Your MindSometimes you want me to love you.Make Up Your Mind
Today it's raining, tiny little droplets of rain falling down on us. It's like a curtain of falling clear crystals before your very beautiful eyes. And suddenly, your eyes seem so huge, like I might accidently slip off and fall in them and never come back. I wouldn't mind really-getting lost in them. But you always interrupt my thoughts anyway; with that beautiful warm smile, it almost makes me forget that it's winter and I'm freezing.
Talking to you is like staying up all night reading a book and then realizing in the morning that it doesn't have any words.
&nb
Dustin's MonologueIDustin's Monologue
I don't have any of life's mysteries solved. All I know is that bad things happen sometimes. I get so confused and indescribable. Sometimes I wish I had more time to think about it all. I don't have that luxury though, do I. Everyday it is something new. Sometimes the good memories hurt just as much as the bad. No matter what anyone says I love you. It was one of those indescribable feelings then. This world and this sun is so warm. Sometimes it gets so cold. I wish I could tell you I was okay. That would be a lie though. Maybe if I didn't remember ev
One Liners 6Subtlety has been lost on the modern entertainment industry's audience as evidenced by a lack of comprehension and anger in regard to its presence.One Liners 6
ThumbscrewThumbscrewThumbscrew
I'm always, always catering to you. You have made me a slave to all that you do. Everything has to be your convoluted way. You don't let me speak so I don't know what to say.
I see you smiling, happy, jealous, and mean. You make me wish I could be. That day never comes and you hurt me still. Why do I carry the burden you fill.
One day and it wasn't long ago I left you. I left you once and for all and for good. You could not hurt me anymore. In fact no one could.
Now you crawl to me, but I don't answer. I turn away and lea
EnjoyEnjoyEnjoy
Blink and let darkness fill your sight Feel the warmth and prepare to sleep tight Embrace the Moon and its stolen light
Wait while the frost covers the leaves Stay quiet in rhythm with the thieves Rest as the Night shows its black sleeves
Open your eyes and enjoy the beauty Take a breath of what seems fruity Let the Sun hide the pressure of your duty
Walk through the light's mighty shower Enjoy every last second of every single hour Love the Day as it gives you its power
Adnan Nalic
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Conformity is the 8th deadly sin.
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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.
Btw, srry for the late reply
lately i havent had time to do pretty much anything, because of all the exams im having.
Im not sure if ill be able to view ur work in a while but i'll try my best (its definitely worth it)
I just got through with my exams. I know how hectic they can be. GOOD LUCK!
I hope you do well. I'm happy you like reading my work. I like reading yours too!
:Glomp:
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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.
Haha, im glad you like reading my work too
Anyway, keep it up >.<
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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.
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"I've been cycling in circles
round your empty streets.
I've been searching
in the pouring rain. " pw
gotta do more, gotta be more!!
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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.
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