I'll be careful.
My mom died in a car accident ten years ago. So every time I get in a car, I freak out a bit. But it was late, and walking the four miles from my boyfriend Sam's house to mine in the dark? Probably not the best idea…
So I let him drive me home. And he promised he'd be careful.
You know what everyone says about fears? Face your fears, right? Face them, get over them, move on. Well getting in a car crash wouldn't really get me to "move on" from this fear.
And you know what happens next, right?
We were in the car. He
It's in the silence
That I'm at my worst.
In the darkness
That I'm not alright.
It's the people I hold closest
That I hate the most.
The ones I run to
That are most annoyed with me.
It's me.
I hate me.
In silence,
I hear my fears.
In darkness,
I see my nightmares.
My friends,
My family.
They drive me insane.
And I hurt him.
I just want to be ok.
But to be ok,
I'd have to let go.
I'd have to accept this.
I can't.
I can't be ok.
And I'm afraid it's going to kill me...
You tell me not to give up. But today, giving up is the only thing I want to do.
Because I'm tired.
Because I hurt.
Because this pain is almost as bad as my head.
Because I'm done.
I don't think she meant to hurt me when she said it. But it still stung.
You know what? Yeah, I dress like a slut.
And you, telling me to dress like myself? That doesn't help. Because that's what I was doing.
Dressing like myself? I get called a slut. So I can't do that. But whatever.
It's not like they care anyway. You tell me not to give up. But everyone has given up on me. So why do I have to continue fighting? I'm done.
What if
I just
Walked away?
What if
What Happened To The Light? by sam7elric, literature
Literature
What Happened To The Light?
I remember when you were happy. When beauty radiated from your being like light. I'd like to know what happened to that light.
"Oh, I know what happened to the light," I imagine you say, with your dark clothes, and darker makeup. I know it's there to hide the circles under your eyes.
And yes, I know what happened to the light, too. But where it hurt you so badly, he just walked away. He freaking walked away. And you fell to pieces.
I tried to pick up those pieces. I really did. But you didn't come with instructions. So those fights we got into, while you were b
She's done with forgetting
And letting it go.
She wants to tell you
About all the snow
Covering her heart.
He needs to get away.
But he's afraid
Of what she'll say
If he tells her how
His world falls apart.
She falls farther
Farther than before.
Is she better off at the bottom
Of the ocean floor?
Broken and without him?
He feels so alone.
Shattered and cold.
He hides behind a heart of stone.
Trying to grab a hold,
He loses the fight from within.
So she winks at him
As he falls beside
And she takes his hand.
They won't try to hide
Far below the grave.
Then he accidentally lets go.
He calls out to her as he
Falls farther below.
And now i
Feeling as if
Nothing about it was special,
A cat asked a bird
"How do you fly?
And why can't I?"
Wise and knowing,
The bird replies,
"You are a cat,
So you can't."
The cat asks
"What do I do?
Birds can fly.
Fish can swim.
Can't I
Do anything special?"
The bird replies,
"Cat, you can climb,
Hide in trees.
Cat, you can sleep
In a nice warm house.
Cat, you have people
To love and take care of you.
Cat, you are special."
The cat thinks about
All the bird had said.
Realizing the bird is right,
The cat goes inside,
And takes a nap.
The Excitement of Birthdays by sam7elric, literature
Literature
The Excitement of Birthdays
What happened to
The excitement of birthdays?
When you jump out of bed
In the morning
Excited for the day.
The excitement is gone.
What happened to
The excitement of Christmas?
When you run downstairs
Early in the morning
To see your gifts.
The excitement faded.
What happened to
The excitement of birthdays?
Where am I going in life? I don't even know. Sometimes I feel useless. Like I don't matter. Like life would be better if I didn't exist. But whatever. 'Cause here I am, wasting the air that important people should use... Is that all I am? A waste? That's what it feels like. But who cares? Who notices the girl in the corner? Who comforts her? That is a simple question to answer. No one. Who should comfort her? Everyone. All you 'important' people, if you're so important, so much better than us, then come help us. But what ever. You've got less important things to do, than to help the broken and lost.
Where are you going?
Fathers day has
Never meant that much to me.
It reminds me
That no matter what I do,
My father
Sees me
Less than once a year
And calls me maybe twice,
My step-father
Yelled a lot,
And was never
Really there for me.
But her dad
Is always there.
The father that I
Never had.
I'm afraid to
Fall in love with you.
But I guess it's
Too late for that.
Afraid of what you'll see
Me to be
And leave me behind.
I am
Broken and
Scared.
Bruised and
Used.
Abused and
Un-trusted,
And dangerous.
And what kind of guy
Want's a girl like that?
I'll be careful.
My mom died in a car accident ten years ago. So every time I get in a car, I freak out a bit. But it was late, and walking the four miles from my boyfriend Sam's house to mine in the dark? Probably not the best idea…
So I let him drive me home. And he promised he'd be careful.
You know what everyone says about fears? Face your fears, right? Face them, get over them, move on. Well getting in a car crash wouldn't really get me to "move on" from this fear.
And you know what happens next, right?
We were in the car. He
It's in the silence
That I'm at my worst.
In the darkness
That I'm not alright.
It's the people I hold closest
That I hate the most.
The ones I run to
That are most annoyed with me.
It's me.
I hate me.
In silence,
I hear my fears.
In darkness,
I see my nightmares.
My friends,
My family.
They drive me insane.
And I hurt him.
I just want to be ok.
But to be ok,
I'd have to let go.
I'd have to accept this.
I can't.
I can't be ok.
And I'm afraid it's going to kill me...
You tell me not to give up. But today, giving up is the only thing I want to do.
Because I'm tired.
Because I hurt.
Because this pain is almost as bad as my head.
Because I'm done.
I don't think she meant to hurt me when she said it. But it still stung.
You know what? Yeah, I dress like a slut.
And you, telling me to dress like myself? That doesn't help. Because that's what I was doing.
Dressing like myself? I get called a slut. So I can't do that. But whatever.
It's not like they care anyway. You tell me not to give up. But everyone has given up on me. So why do I have to continue fighting? I'm done.
What if
I just
Walked away?
What if
What Happened To The Light? by sam7elric, literature
Literature
What Happened To The Light?
I remember when you were happy. When beauty radiated from your being like light. I'd like to know what happened to that light.
"Oh, I know what happened to the light," I imagine you say, with your dark clothes, and darker makeup. I know it's there to hide the circles under your eyes.
And yes, I know what happened to the light, too. But where it hurt you so badly, he just walked away. He freaking walked away. And you fell to pieces.
I tried to pick up those pieces. I really did. But you didn't come with instructions. So those fights we got into, while you were b
She's done with forgetting
And letting it go.
She wants to tell you
About all the snow
Covering her heart.
He needs to get away.
But he's afraid
Of what she'll say
If he tells her how
His world falls apart.
She falls farther
Farther than before.
Is she better off at the bottom
Of the ocean floor?
Broken and without him?
He feels so alone.
Shattered and cold.
He hides behind a heart of stone.
Trying to grab a hold,
He loses the fight from within.
So she winks at him
As he falls beside
And she takes his hand.
They won't try to hide
Far below the grave.
Then he accidentally lets go.
He calls out to her as he
Falls farther below.
And now i
Feeling as if
Nothing about it was special,
A cat asked a bird
"How do you fly?
And why can't I?"
Wise and knowing,
The bird replies,
"You are a cat,
So you can't."
The cat asks
"What do I do?
Birds can fly.
Fish can swim.
Can't I
Do anything special?"
The bird replies,
"Cat, you can climb,
Hide in trees.
Cat, you can sleep
In a nice warm house.
Cat, you have people
To love and take care of you.
Cat, you are special."
The cat thinks about
All the bird had said.
Realizing the bird is right,
The cat goes inside,
And takes a nap.
The Excitement of Birthdays by sam7elric, literature
Literature
The Excitement of Birthdays
What happened to
The excitement of birthdays?
When you jump out of bed
In the morning
Excited for the day.
The excitement is gone.
What happened to
The excitement of Christmas?
When you run downstairs
Early in the morning
To see your gifts.
The excitement faded.
What happened to
The excitement of birthdays?
Where am I going in life? I don't even know. Sometimes I feel useless. Like I don't matter. Like life would be better if I didn't exist. But whatever. 'Cause here I am, wasting the air that important people should use... Is that all I am? A waste? That's what it feels like. But who cares? Who notices the girl in the corner? Who comforts her? That is a simple question to answer. No one. Who should comfort her? Everyone. All you 'important' people, if you're so important, so much better than us, then come help us. But what ever. You've got less important things to do, than to help the broken and lost.
Where are you going?
Fathers day has
Never meant that much to me.
It reminds me
That no matter what I do,
My father
Sees me
Less than once a year
And calls me maybe twice,
My step-father
Yelled a lot,
And was never
Really there for me.
But her dad
Is always there.
The father that I
Never had.
I'm afraid to
Fall in love with you.
But I guess it's
Too late for that.
Afraid of what you'll see
Me to be
And leave me behind.
I am
Broken and
Scared.
Bruised and
Used.
Abused and
Un-trusted,
And dangerous.
And what kind of guy
Want's a girl like that?
She picks up the instrument
With her small hands.
Guitars were too big,
But the way this one lands,
It fits perfectly.
Fingers on strings,
She pulls the bow across.
The violin sings.
It's amazing
The happiness this girl brings.
Each note speaks for itself
In the most amazing song.
She plays well, and with skill.
Not a single note is wrong.
Her skill is almost surprising.
When she picks up the violin,
Everyone in the crowd starts to grin.
She removes her outer skin,
And shows what lies within.
The skill she has
For the violin.
Current Residence: Rose's house... Favourite genre of music: pretty much yes...almost Favourite photographer: the guy behind the camra Favourite style of art: Poetry Operating System: Books MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Hagi and Moses Personal Quote: One of these days, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.
Your Boy Side
[x] You love hoodies.
[x] You love jeans.
[ ] Dogs are better than cats.
[ ] It's hilarious when people get hurt.
[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.
[ ] Shopping is torture.
[ ] Sad movies suck.
[ ] You own an X-Box.
[x] Played with Hotwheels cars as a kid.
[x] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.
[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
[ ] You watch sports on TV.
[x] Gory movies are cool.
[ ] You go to your dad for advice.
[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.
[x] You like going to football games.
[ ] You used to/do collect baseball cards.
You guys, there's this guy I used to know from middle school, and I was hanging out with him Saturday, with some other friends. And he was flirting with me.
People do not flirt with me. Ever.
It is just not done.
It's weird.
Going to a movie with him today...
Um...
I'm bad at flirting...
Hey, I've made a new DA...
Cause I like baking... So it's recipes...
So if you wanna make something, or have me make something, send me a link and I'll see what I can do...
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Ok. Bye...