Sometimes I sit and cry, wondering if I made the right decision. But I try and live with no regrets, I make all choices with precision.
Beautiful Mess.Beautiful Mess.
So you know that girl who’s always at lunch by herself, always at home by herself, a complete loner? Yes, well you've just met me. Quiet, shy, completely ignorant of every form of human being, my name is Violet.
I’m a freshman at Groverdale High this year, and well, let’s just say that school is not my cup of tea. Knowing that I have to go right back to that hell hole every Monday through Friday doesn't give me a lot off motivation. It’s only been a week since the school year began, and I literally feel like I’m dying. I don’t mind being a loner, I mean, I’ve always been one, but the continuous glaring at me is aggravating. At my old school I passed through the halls like a ghost, I was invisible, and I liked it that way. I’m certain that only two people, aside from some of the teachers, in that entire school new my name. I was fine there, but here, here it’s a different story.
According to my observations, the only
A Better Day.Hush hush, don't cry, rid of those teardrops in your eye. I hate to see you feel this way, but realize all this pain won't stay. Forget me, forget the past, don't let your memories last. I'm really not worth the pain or sorrow. A brighter day will come tomorrow.
Broken.He's broken and bruised, unsure of which path to choose. They've loved for a while, but lately, he can't seem to make her smile. He tries his hardest, he tries his best.. it's starting to seem like an impossible test. There's two different choices, only one you can choose. Choose the one that makes you happy, after all, there's only one way you can lose.
For You.I'd cry for you, I'd die for you, I'd run a thousand miles for you.
Through all my pain and sorrow too, I'd still manage a smile for you.
Poem.I know what I'm doing is rude and wrong,
but Honey, let's face it, I can't stay strong.
I'm broken and bruised every single day,
I thought that it might, but it doesn't help to pray.
You reassure me you're not leaving, you'll always stay true,
I hope you keep your promises because I love you.
Some people think things just go to my head,
but i'm not kidding, if you leave me, I'd rather be dead.
The Flesheaters"Oh my gosh, could you be quiet for once?! I'm starting to fail this class, and you know why because you won't stop talking! I can't hear anything the teacher's saying!" "Jeez Izzy, don't freak out dude. I'll stop talkin' okay, if you think that will boost your grade up " Matt laughed sarcastically.
"Man, if we weren't in school right now..." Izzy muttered under his breath.
"What would you do to me? Beat me up? Tell on me?" Matt asked curiously.
"Well, you'd find out then, wouldn't you?" Izzy said.
"Wow man, you're so scary! I think I'm gonna go home and cry to my mommy!" Matt laughed.
"You just watch your back man, karma is gonna come back and get you for all the things you say to people." warned Izzy.
"Eh... I don't believe in karma, I choose my own future." Matt laughed.
"Okay bud, you just keep on thinkin' that in that smart little brain of yours." Izzy smirked.
"Hey man! I do have a smart brain! So don't try and be cool by rippin' on me like that!" Matt yelled.
Thinking themselves thieves, they feed
on the ripe as the cart owner on the highway
fingers peels, rinds, forgotten leaves and listens
to the voices of his customers like moving cars.
To articulate herself she keeps the cream
in one hand and licks the rust off her
once black kettle. The tea is waiting
on the counter to be drowned as she says to him:
Let me live in my ashes.
Her echolalia says: scissors, sliver as the image
of diseased pigeon wings echoes on her eyelids.
Twenty years of echolalia.
There is a boy who lives in his own palms,
collecting teeth from the children who fight.
At six o'clock he wonders what he is going to do
with the rest of his life knowing:
Words are not worth the time.
He will wake up one day with crushed petals
in his teeth from his mother's prized gardenias.
The gardenias tell the silent boy's mother
stories of noise and white noise. They slip
her nightmares like a
Life Is Like A Board Gamesometimes it's hard,
the going gets tough,
sometimes saying sorry,
just isn't enough.
sometimes you have to move forward 12,
sometimes move backward 4,
sometimes you split between a 7,
just to even the score.
there's times the you're sent back to start,
and times your up ahead,
sometimes people say things,
that cause tears to be shed.
there are certain times you lose,
and other times you win,
whether red, blue, green, or yellow,
no matter the color of your skin.
Vibrant FallAutumn memories stimulate
under a cardinal-colored tree,
where the relentless wind
once twisted my hair.
The sound of church bells
always encompassed me,
as I sunk into my scarf
to obstruct the bitter air.
And as I read my books,
tales of murder mysteries,
I would begin to take in
the perplexing sights.
And the satisfying taste
of home-cooked ravioli
would warm my stomach
from the chill of the night.
And although the fall time
speaks of an eerie scene,
my train of thought still
consistently turns back -
To the memories resting
under that ravishing tree,
where puzzles of the day
would slowly unpack.
ACR poem of Ezio
From at the top of the tower,
Stands a mysterious man in a hood,
He watches the scenery,
Covered in icy, snow.
Winds grow stronger,
Snow becomes thicker,
The man still stands firm,
Though he is bitterly cold.
His hands are frozen,
Though, his face is unchanged,
He closes his eyes,
While taking a breath,
And He begins to fall,
Falling towards his inner goal.
TwistedEverything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
At my last breath.
When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones
Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles
At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell
To really understand this world of opposition
When I try to call my friend
Turns out she’s the enemy
And when I think I’m singing
I’m actually really cursing
And all around me
They all just do the same
When normality's are no longer normality's
I’m so confused
When Beauty is ugly
And scars are lovely
Gets pretty hard to disgui
101Ways to Know You're Obsessed w Michael Jackson
101 Ways to Tell if You are Obsessed With Michael Jackson
1. You write "Love" as L.O.V.E.
2. The term "Wacko Jacko" makes you cringe
3. You HATE most, if not ALL of the following: Martin Bashir, Conrad Murray, Diane Diamond, and Tom Sneddon
4. Neverland does not make you think of Peter Pan
5. When someone says the names Jordi or Gavin, you instinctively scream, "MICHAEL IS INNOCENT!!"
6. You know who "They" are in the song "They Don't Really Care About Us"
7. Moonwalker is not just someone who can do the moonwalk..
8. You have used "Michael" not only as a noun, but also as a verb or adjective.
9. You have substituted OMJ for OMG before.
10. When someone talks to you about Prince, you have to ask "Which one?"
11. You can name all the Jackson siblings in order of birth.
12. Paris is not a city in France.
13. When you hear about "Gary, Indiana" you don't think of it as an industrial city outside of Chicago.
14. Things such as Mickey Mouse, Sony, the colour red, sequins, zombies, a
collapse.sometimes, i worry that i`m just
wasting my time in a reality
that`s out of control, disastrous,
and that i`ve been living a life
of make believes.
i don`t know where i belong.
i sit here and stare at
the ambitions i`ve created; they`re
starting to collapse and there`s
not nearly enough
potential inside my skin.
i`m trying to make
a breakthrough with all i have, though
it`s not working out.
and i want to know what it`s like
to have someone that will
catch me when i fall.
maybe, i`m just an
incomplete tale. maybe, i`m
an unwritten story that
was never meant to be
beautifully or perfectly
written and everyone is
laughing at me for it.
emptiness has a way of leaving
more than just this aching in your chest,
but also the belief that, possibly,
this is it. this is the end.
I know you're scared,
And I know you're blue.
But, trust me.
I won't hurt you.
It's no secret
That you hate my friends,
The Crystal Gems.
You think they're a menace,
Something to fear.
But, I promise you.
You're safe here.
They won't hurt you,
Because you can't hurt them.
I wish it wasn't like that.
I don't want to hurt you,
I want to be your friend.
I've come to notice
That Homeworld doesn't know love.
They think Garnet's an abomination,
And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.
When really, they're just Gems,
Like you and everyone else.
They want to do good for the world.
They just see from a different perspective,
Just like you.
Earth isn't bad.
Sure, some things can hurt you,
And some people are mean.
But, it's a beautiful place,
At least from what I've seen.
You must feel trapped
Without your tools
To keep you from
Losing your cool.
But, you don't need them
To be yourself.
You'll do just as good
As anybody else.
Just please understand me.
I've felt fear
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?