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On Your Wedding Day, SonWe had nights where sleep wasn't important. All we cared about was being next to one another. We were young then, barely able to grasp at the concept of love. We shared our first kiss under a willow tree as the burning sun lowered calmly beneath the meadow. Many days of bike rides and tangled fingers led to a promise on bended knee, where I asked her to be mine forever. Yes. I never knew how happy someone could be over a simple answer. We wed on the eleventh of December. The day we had first met, a date neither of us were likely to forget. Though two seats remained unfilled throughout the service that bonded us for as long as both would live. We celebrated far away on a beautiful beach, away from the worries that would be waiting for us when we resurfaced from our newly-wedded paradise.
It was a year of bliss later when we got the news that would change our lives forever. Pregnancy. Neither of us knew how to be parents. Especially your Mom, growing up without any of her own. We conside
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 10That night went by really fast. I rode home with Mom in silence. She seemed mad, furious in fact, but I was too afraid to ask why. Sleep wasn't easy to come by, either. I was still awake at three a.m. Maybe it was the anxiety of starting over in a new school. Or maybe I was just hiding the actual reason because I was actually afraid to face it. I knew Analee wouldn't be happy with me. Regardless, I got through the night somehow and woke up just in time to get ready for school.
"You might wanna wait a minute or two." Analee smiles at me, stepping out into the hallway in nothing but a towel. That would take some getting used to. I did as she said, standing in the hall. The floorboards creek behind her, all the way to our room as she shuts the door. After a few minutes, I enter the bathroom. I turn the shower on and dip my head in. I had already had a shower last night, so all I really needed to do was fix my bedhead. I spent about 20 minutes brushing, blow-drying and straightening my hai
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 9The next few days went by in a blur. I spent it avoiding Hayden, which was something I really didn't want to do. But what choice did I have? One move on him, even just being friendly, and Analee would be sure to lash out at me again. Even more so now that I knew why. What could make it worse? Oh right! It was still Michael's job to make sure I had the hang of things. So not only did I deal with Analee's pressuring, but I also dealt with Michael's judgement of literally every move I made.
"What's a man like him see in a girl like you, anyway?" Michael chuckles to himself. "Not like you could make 'em happy." He laughs again. I just sigh and continue my work. Three more hours of this and I can go home and sleep it off. I start school tomorrow, so I wouldn't have to put up with him as much.
"You could help me instead of judging me, y'know? Isn't that what you're being paid to do? Or are you just here to make sure I feel bad about myself?" I say harshly, trying too hard to lift a five gall
Where I'm FromI am from the forgotten times.
From nights only reminisced on holidays.
I am from the constantly moving.
From memories painted only on windows.
I am from the always leaving.
From the hour-long goodbyes.
I am from the yes ma’am, no ma’am.
From the manners seemingly forgotten by others.
I am from the promises of “this is the last time”.
From the houses that were supposed to build character
but only reshaped nightmares.
I’m from stormy nights spent alone.
From dreams broken by thunderclouds.
I am from the old dirt road
From the bitter kiss of cold nights
From the warm embrace of the summer days.
I’m from the thoughts of ending it all.
From the paths that made me change the direction of my life forever.
I’m from endless depression, wishing it all to be well someday.
From the constant disapproval from strangers.
From a place where a simple phrase like “It only takes time” is enough to ease even the toughest emotional breaks.
Chapter 3The atmosphere was different this morning as I met Avalon by the east gate. Where we had to go today was dangerously close to the fallout line. An imaginary line we'd dedicated too close to the demons territory, and obviously decided never to go near or cross it. Though Avalon and I are more than capable of dealing with a few demons. After all, along with the others, we're the only survivors of our decimated city.
"Pyre... perhaps we should bring Kennith? Just in case? We could use a bit of... fire power. No pun intended." She laughs. Kennith has a special ability as well. He can manipulate fire, which more or less guaranteed his survival in our escape from Clera.
"No, Alice'd never let him go. Besides... I don't think those two are here anymore." I sigh, lowering my head to avoid Avalon's undoubtedly shocked expression.
"What do you mean they're not here anymore? Why did they leave?" She pauses. "No. Not here, not already. It's only been three years! When were you planning on te
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 8I drowned out the worried screams from Hayden. He continually tried to make me feel better. But he had to have known about Analee's feelings toward him, right? He knew her all his life, but just met me a matter of hours ago.
At some point, I got up and began a long walk home. I hope that uncle Roy would understand when he heard about it. It wasn't like I left my work unfinished, I'd done what he asked me to. Or rather Hayden did.
Going home seemed a bit pointless, what with Analee living in the same room as me, but I had to find somewhere to think. Back in California, my room was really the only place to go. So I guess you could say it was out of habit that instead of waiting for uncle Roy to come back and drive me home, I spent two and a half hours walking.
When I arrived, uncle Roy had beat me there. Though no one was there, I could see the curtains shake in the house. I could feel the judgmental eyes of the several people who lived here. It was when my Mother burst out the door that
You're not aloneSomeone's sent a dozen roses down the drain.
Memories left to spiral down.
People gather, suspect the dreams that don't fit
into how it once was.
And maybe night falls, forever darkened skies.
And maybe teardrops, forever stain our eyes.
Our scars becomes icons.
Symbols for us to recognize.
Beacons to find hope
When even our shadows abandon us.
But don't cry, don't cry
You're gonna wake up from this dream.
And you're gonna realize
That tears do not mean weakness.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 7I followed Hayden around for a really long time. He showed me how to do things around the farm, and we ended up laid back on a really large stack of hay. Uncle Roy approached us before long, but only to ask Hayden a few questions before he went back to his routine. We'd finished the work I was sent to do and even doubled over to finish Hayden's work to. I watched in awe as he herded cows that had gotten lose through a break in the fence that Uncle Roy had refused to fix.
"I hope he never fixes it. It may be a pain to get 'em back. But they look so happy roamin' free like that." He smiled. If this is what work would be like, I could get used to it. Sure, the hand-me-downs were awful and smelled like dirty socks, and the hours were a bit long, but it was fun just hanging out with Hayden.
"So how ya like the farm, Vi?" He'd taken to calling me Vi, and I was okay with that, I could tell we'd be great friends anyway.
"It's nice. A lot better now that I know I don't have to work
I'm breaking down.
Scars nearly like feathers,
And words so heavy I might drown.
Can't you see that?
I hold so tight because
You only seem to let me go.
To get over.
Not what we once were but
All we had swore we would become.
At the bottom
Of every bottle.
Seeking a way to fill the void.
I can live on.
Without your memory
Constantly causing me pain.
A letter...Dear XxWolfRocksxX,
I believed that I should make this, out of respect for you and your choice. Now I know that now with you gone that you won't see this, yet it's like talking to a ghost...they are there, yet not.
So, you never really did talk to me, but you did welcome me to DA when I was just starting. You were so sweet and you seemed to welcome me with open arms....I remember when we RPed as Tyler and Mitch, how you took the lead when I didn't know what I was doing.
I do say, I respect your choice to leave. Yet I feel as if I'll always be in wonder as to why? So many questions run through your head when you seem so lost....what if someone had told you not to leave? What if someone had stopped you and figured out why you couldn't do it anymore? How will we ever know the answers. I'm betting we will never know....but why should we know anyways? It's the questions that keep the world spinning don't they?
I ask all the questions yet I know y
Young man of dark skin
and brown eyes with love deep within,
marches on through the storm
to keep the innocent out of harm.
Gun slung over shoulder and knife in hand,
he defends to weak and helps them stand.
But one soldier boy cannot stand on his own
and will need a friend so he's not alone.
A young girl, of scarlet hair
has promised to stay close even when life isn't fair.
Never to leave nor to hide
for in her love the soldier boy can abide.
She'll hold his hand and kiss his cheek
to give him strength when he feels weak.
She'll carry him up hill and mountain top
and in front of fear she will not stop.
She will stand by his side now and forever.
You don't abandon the ones you love...never.
UsedI can never be free
Because the truth is you fucking used me
I thought you were the perfect love song
But I was dead wrong
I'm a mess
And that's all I'll ever be
I don't fucking sleep because of you
Because even in my dreams, destruction is what you do
I rather spend days awake
Then sleep and repeatedly break.
Tell me how you fucking sleep knowing you stole my heart
And tore it apart
I was tempted by your words
The sickest lies I've ever heard
Now I know
What type of person you are
You're a user
You manipulated me
I'm fucking broken don't you see?
And that's all I'll ever be
What the Black Keys Sound LikeI love the sound of a heartbroken piano
All the pains and the whines
Touched so gently
Then left behind
Oh, how I love the sound of a beaten piano
The cracked and missing keys
Always muttering "please..?"
My favorite sound is of a scarred piano
The last few keys it had
Were low, last breaths of a
Brokenhearted pianist who is not mad....
Minecraft in our heartsAdmit it. The first time you ever spawned, you didn't know what you were doing at ALL. You struggled to survive the harsh and hostile mobs. You got lost. You were confused. You were scared. You were lonely. But over time you learned from your struggle, your battles, and your loneliness. But you still never understood what your purpose in this world was. The truth is you THINK you know your purpose but you don't. You might think your purpose is to survive and defeat the Enderdragon but it's not; or to destroy the wither and keep the nether star to be honored for all time but it's not. You problably think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I speak the truth. To know what you're true purpose in this world is to find out for yourself. For I know what that is.
the death of a madmanI cringe when people say
"Laid to waste"
Whatever I got
Was only a taste
Much more vivid
Than any dream
Too good though it seemed
Back into earth
Had I earned godship?
Was this my rebirth?
My soul left my body
And spread far and wide
And my spirit, yes
Tears of joy it did cry
Seemed not to matter
It was suicide
In the blink of an eye
And the whole world's feelings
All at once when I died
Granted in death
They were stripped
I was thrown
Back into flesh
Silent KillersPeople stand around..like everything ok.. it makes me sad someone would judge a person, but it maddens me to know that they don't know how broken that person is. there that girl whose silent. but not because she suppose to be.. but because she has to be.. everyone is louder.. even though the room is silent.. her words and actions are faked, faked to how shes suppose to be. can you not hear the screams? your deaf and its killing her, shes weak and its slowly is haunting her, like the fact shes always alone, but she wants to be, to show that she wants you to come to her, and you don't notice? she loved, she laughed, but now shes nothing more but tears and scars, her voice was beautiful before they made her silent.
One More DayRoses are red
Violets are blue
I’d do anything
To be with you
I know you don’t love me
I’m sure it was fake
But I hope you’ll be mine again
I only have myself to blame
For thinking we could ever be more than friends
How could it be more than that?
All I can ask of you is to please
At least just for one more day
I can’t bear life without you
If you go
I’ll have to take myself away
So darling please stay here with me
At least one more day
The story of a Hero
In the darkness that I follow
it feels like my life is only hollow
An empty shell, a broken hold on life
I am the product of high school strife
Never cool, never in the crowd
Never the one who is considered 'loud'
I have friends, but they don't care
I can never find them anywhere
I feel like I am destined for so much more
Like there is something greater in store
As if that could happen, I'm nothing they say
Just a nerd with no life, but hey
I can grasp this life, even though it's crap
Knowing one day I'll completely snap
Maybe they'll get what they deserve one day
No matter what, Karma always has her way
I know I'm nothing much but you will see
Even the greatest heroes start off like me
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