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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.
The StormTears will fall from our eyes
Rock bottom is where we will rise
Take my hand, hold it tight
I'll never let you go, it'll be alright
When our sky above is light blue
I'll be there to smile and laugh with you
But when the gloominess in our sky spreads through
I'll be there to fight the darkness with you
Don't worry my friend, the storm won't last
It'll be just a memory from your past
confession you are all i ever wish,i ever dream
you are all I ever desire,from my passion flames
you can create and start a fire...but will turn you in cold
and my heart is still " in hold"...
I wish you will be still mine,i make mistakes
if you are not by my side...
I could not breath-feeling the past-my heart is on hold
but my love will ever last,and if tomorrow strarts without me...
Can you feel the lost...can you even see?...
with the sadness-I change my mind- that the love i need
I will never fin
I BrokeI Broke
I broke last night.
I couldn't fight
the pain inside
and I lost my pride.
I fell into tears,
giving way to my fears.
Wondering if he'd stay
or if today was the day
when things went from bad
to worse; to make me sad.
I began to lose hope
and through pain couldn't cope.
Everyone thinks I'm being a goof,
but pain comes along and *poof*.
Down came my wall
as I began to fall
into the depths of despair
and there is no hope there.
No longer knowing what to do,
I prayed that it was true,
that God's promise will reign
and there will be an end to this pain,
that things will be alright
even in the night.
AnankeI have come to confess
When I lay in darkness
I can't find any rest
For the pain in my chest
I still see you in chains
The blood boils in my veins
The lust shines in my eyes
Your Hell: my Paradise!
At the end of daylight
When I pray for delight
I watch in the fire
My only desire
All my senses aflame
At the thought of your name
Will soon drive me insane
I must meet you again!
See me down on my knees
I am begging you, please
Let me caress your skin
Taste the pleasure of sin
But your heart is so kind
And so dark is my mind
So cursed is my passion
My own self-destruction
And your eyes...
Tormenting my heart
And your cry...
Tearing me apart
And your voice...
Enchanting my ears
And your words...
Awaking my tears
And your face...
Corrupting my soul
And your fate...
Inciting my fall
My emotions seem all out of order
and it's like I'm on the border
of anger and sadness.
This is pure madness.
I can't control how I feel
when this pain is so real.
I can't seem to shake
the memories that keep me awake
all through the night.
I pray that things will be alright.
Maybe I'm just hormonal,
but this doesn't seem that normal.
I want to be able to smile
and stay joyful for a while.
Trust is also an issue for me;
loyalty seems like something I can't see.
In God I have faith
that my heart is safe
although it's not anywhere near whole
and loneliness is taking its tole.
Yet, despite these emotions,
God's love is wider than all oceans
and I know that one day I can feel love
like God's above.
El pensar del pensamiento.Pensar antes de pensar,
porque los pensamientos influyen en nuestro sentir,
que influye a la vez a nuestro corazón,
el corazón a la personalidad,
la personalidad en el carácter,
el carácter en nuestra razón y
... la razón en nuestra acción.
I Don't KnowI Don't Know
I don't know what to do anymore.
My hope has crashed to the floor.
I can't stand to my feet
for I have admitted to defeat.
The others think it's strange
that I'm afraid things will change
and they claim I'm losing my mind
because joy and peace I can't find.
Can I really help that I fear
having to face another tear
falling down my cheek again
because this pain just won't end?
I don't know what do today
or if I'll be okay.
I just want to feel
like joy and peace is real.
PainUnbearable down to the last bone,
This body I don't want to call home,
I am not feeling alright this way,
I am not happy or feeling okay,
I am in pain and always feeling under,
I feel like my body is torn asunder,
So tired, I want to open my eyes,
My muscles feel bound by weights and ties,
So sick, in pain, and tired aside,
I want so badly to erase this I cried,
All I want to do is sleep my days away,
To keep my feelings left at bay,
Not just the mental but the physical state,
This body of mine, I am starting to hate,
The way I feel is becoming a stain,
I feel I will forever be in pain.
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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