Bury Buries Buried ....I want to bury myself under all my blankets and pillowsForgetting what plagues meRemembering what was and what could beI want to forget this placeLet it all fade in the backgroundLeave and never return to this reality so surrealI wish to bury myself in the pastPretending to keep what was taken and lostNever wake up and open up my eyes to the futureI shut myself away and away and awayLaying corpse-like atop and among my shattered dreams and somewhat foggy memoriesI will dwell and blend with the moaning phantoms and hungry shadowsForgetting nowShutting tomorrow's doorWalking through black's mistsRunning from fearAnd my chasing fantasies.
April 25 2012PoetrySomewhat fillsMy overwhelming heartLetting free and ripFew emotions thatI bottle up so wellButIt cannot fillThe voids emptyingMy cold soulIt is reallyBurning with loveAnd hate soWell blendedIt aches to tryTo separate and tellBetween the twoPassion stingsRips away fromMy heartMy dreams shatteringLike thin paper glassWounds aren't everJust skin deepI thought aVery long time agoThat I wasStrongerThat I could takeOn the worldAs HE didStill doesGo his ownWay not caringWhat others thoughtBrave andPowerful I dreamedI could beTooBut I wasCrushed beneathHis nameHigh expectationsWeakCowardlyMy dreams crumpledThrown awayI no longerScream orTry to pullMyself fromThe blackI drownUnhappyContentEmotions swirlingSweeping meOff my feetDeeper intoBlack
Note Passing and TelepathyJ- Miss youS- I'm right hereJ- Doesn't feel like itJ- Am I hereS- You're right there JourneyJ- Where am IS- Right next to meJ- I don't feel like it tho.S- No, you are NOT having one of your moments here!(In the background, though blurry, we can make out the two scribbling down their replies to each other, swift and with much ease)(Journey pulls away for awhile, sulks, then scribbles down some more notes, passes it to her brother, who's only a desk behind her)(He broods for a minute before reading the note casually and slightly pouts, hastily putting in his reply)
Black Mailclick!I click and drag the last clip into place and press edit.clickclickclicka~!Start messing with the scenes, changing colors, play some silly music..clickclickclickclick!!And it's finished, I smirk to myself, he's gonna get it now, that faker. With my panda usb flash drive tucked safely in my pocket, I casually jog over to Sonic's house, and I can't hide the big goofy grin spreading on my face."What's up Journey? What's with that um uh big grin on your face?" He frowns, and I then dramatically hold up, proudly and my smirk growing wider, my panda flash drive. I laugh, "I think you might wanna see this, faker~"I bring up my laptop, open, start it, plug in my trusty panda friend, and hit play. On the screen, a familiar blue hedgehog is dancing and impetuous dance. He begins to sing, acting like a drunk on a holiday, Sonic's mouth gapes at the sight of himself.I pause the black mail video, and gaze at Sonic, who's grimacing, "What do you want?"I thought this over for a second,
The NoteI wandered into this worldAloneI stick around for awhileAnd thenI saw you andI knewYou were the oneAt second sight I'mGiddy and scaredI slip my note intoYour jacket pocketYou only glance andI apologizeIn a hurryI stutterThen sprint behind theSafetyOf the doorsYou pauseReachInto your pocketI can feel youTouchingMy note in your handA smile crosses your gentle lipsI can't holdBackAny longer so IRush back inYou spot meI can't find wordsButYou have themAndYou tell meThat you didn'tNeedMy noteTo understand ILoveYou tooA moment passes thenAnotherI realize it is onlyRainingOn my cheeksYou chuckle andWipe them awayTenderlyTaking me into Your arms And &
Collection of Poems ..."Simple Poem"Life has many barriersTo block my pathsI choose to goThe wrong wayBecause it's theOnly path leftFor me to take"A Little Love Poem"I miss youMy heart fluttersAt the thoughtOf youThis love I carryWeighs me down butI still love you~Daisuki~"Child's Love Poem"My tummy gets butterfliesWhen I picture youYour cute round faceIn my headI want to tell youYou'll think I have cootiesSo instead I willWatch you across the playgroundAnd I will hope that youWill run over and talk to me"A Poem For You"I press your jacketAgainst my faceYour scentComfortsSoothesMy mind andMy heartAlmost I canSee you hereWith meCradling me inYour strong, protective embraceI promise when ISee you again I willTell you how much ILove You"Inspiration"Let it flow into meOh little fae of bluesAnd pinksYour imageYour scentI can feel you in my heartIt staysLingers for a little whileI offer a few spare thoughtsAnd you stay a bit longerI give you my heart to tatto
Gray FlowerLife gives no mercy to the patheticOnly the strong can surviveIf there was any real choice, I'd grasp the most powerful and never release itUniverse and Reason have me cornered, I dream of being mighty, I can put on the mask but that won't save meMy only light and path was forced away from me, replaced with golden lies and uncertainty that never wiltsI hold this gray flower close to my heart, because my heart appreciates the company it givesNot alive, but not quite dead either, it stays, a silent, somber companionThe only true friend of my heart, because it too, humbly understands the meaning of betrayal, confusion, loss, and utter abandon.This gray flower never wilts, for it stays within my heart which, no matter how much is shattered and beaten down, will always love and have faith in you, always and forever <3That is something nothing, nor nobody can ever take from me, from us
Valentines Day 2012The hallway was long and darkness threatened to choke me with its numbing, callous embrace.I would gladly accept that treatment, for nothing hurts more than losing the only precious thing life leaves you. He was cruelly ripped away from me, and I was shredded to pieces in the process, turning and molding the innocent, bright child of then into the apathetic, slowly sinking nothing of today.In my minds eye, I can still see that hallway, cold and uncaring. Deep in its stomach I wander, looking, soughting out for some way, any way, to regain what I'd lost so long ago.My body gives a weak shudder, my thoughts are too used to being interrupted by my painful, happy childhood.In my head, in the damp, somewhat sturdy prison I created, my naive, younger self lies, appearing to be in slumber. But, it's a lie, as most everything my life is, it is a disguise, she is awake and prowling. Prodding at my weak points, urging me to give up all power and be dead.My will, though weak, desperately cli