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I am a writer, it's what I do. I don't know why.
A Star. By: Michelle[Me]
A star, one of many, different from all.
One star can make such an impact on one’s life.
The introduction to a perfect story.
Any one could tell you a story.
A story that you would forget.
I’ll tell you a story that you will never forget.
Not the story of star-crossed lovers,
or flying a little too close to the sun.
I’ll tell you a story of my desent into a world of religon and dishonesty,
a world only I can create in the corner of my mind.
My mind is not to be confused with a simple line of text, or a twilight zone if you will.
The mind is a place of thoughts and infinit induviduality,
a writing full of points not made and jokes with no punch lines.
A star can make all the difference in the world,
if you are looking at it with the right company.
Everything has a meaning
I however have yet to find one here.
My Own. By: Me
I dipped my fingers in the little pool of blood below my feet, and a sick smile teased my lips. My ankles still bleeding stung from the sharpness the blood made forceing itself throught the unnatural openings in my skin. I couldnt feel it anymore it had numbed itself, or maybe I just didnt pay attention to my body's cry for help. My fingers dripped with messy red liquid and I heard your voice in my head, "I love you" over and over again, I felt it slide down my throat a burning sick sweet swallow. I reached for a towel when I heard your footsteps walk past the bathroom door. You walked into my room, calling my name "Where are you?" you sounded frantic. "I'm umm... in the bathroom." my voice rang back without my permission, "I'll be out in a minute." I said wiping the blood from the floor and tears from my face. I stood pulling tall socks over my fresh cuts. I washed the blood from my sickly obbsessed fingers and splashed my face. Walking out of the bathroom at that moment was the harder than laughing at my own blood. "Are you ok?" you asked. "I'm me..." I said flatly. You put your hand on the small of my back and led me into my own room. Your fingers were strong against my skin, you flushed away my pain.
Untitled By: Me
undefined walls, indefinite spaces, with too many limits and not enough love. you once told me that i was going to shine like a star a star i am, but i burnt out again and now what am i? what am i now? my edges are torn and worn down to the nerve and i feel so much more than i should, so much more than i deserve. you still think i will shine like a star and i lay on the ground and soak up my own floor. and no one is there to help me regain my reality but you are not a star i am not a star, we are the ones who will never be apart and we will never fall, like a star falls, we will never be *invisble to everyone, invincable to everyone* we are never gonna die.
Left Behind
By: Michelle
I though, I tried to think, I couldn't be this person. This person who I have always been. Too scared to show it, thats all I was. I left her behind, with bad habits and a falseness I once tried to play off. That is not me now, I left that behind. Now I am new, almost whole, striving to become something some one needs. I have become a person a real person. I still hide behind a mask, not of deciet but of skin. I have my skin, it will always be mine. You are not to give away such things that mean so much, even if they seem to mean so little to you, becuase one day you will find that the true you is all you have left, and that the only thing you have left to show is what is true. Be careful and dont leave that behind.
I have wings. by: MLSC*
I think too much, I say as I follow a falling strand of your hair down the side of your face. You still graceful, still calm, a puzzle waiting to be put together. You tack me to the surface, your skin still breathing, life still flowing, voice still ebbing sounds that sting your throat. Tumbling out of your mouth like cold weather-smoke. I crawled out of my own skin to be with you, I did, I did. You never told me you were a saint, never told me. I never let you know I had wings, I have wings [reminds herself.] Your touch is in every dream, every sleep, every single solitary picture. I told you I was dying and I am dying I will tell you again. Dying to dream you and then you materialize next to me, in my warm bed in this house were we have had so many tired naps and so many kisses, my room my sheets my bed still hold that smell. Still holds all those days, all of them. I miss you like I miss midnight, like I miss sleeping in your arms. I want to hold you close I want to feel you move next to me.....
untitled # 003
by: Reecie
Sick city glow.
Hungering for bright city lights.
Pink glitter makes the moon fall
D
O
W
N.
Surreal intentions.
Forgotten love songs echoing
through a forgotten moment
that never really happened.
Being brought down and held there.
There is no esacping the monotony of
small-town life where everyone knows
no one.
Remember the night we swore tot he stars
that we would never let them go?
Remember guiding our lives
by where the rainbows would land?
When the sparkle went out of our fire,
or maybe our sparkle just lost its fire.
The sunset faded beyond the horizon
and black lace went back to the start.
Did you ever really think you would stay?
or were you just biding your time,
waiting until you thought that I
could swallow the stars whole
without the jagged edges cutting my throat?
You jaded my thoughts
I let you work your magic on me,
spinning me the lies I crave
and whispering the words I so needed to hear
that time we slept underneath the stars.
Rhinestone evenings
strolling the city streets
holding hands and walking pretty.
Learning to love the things
that promise to stay forever
and don't,
leaveing you with half-fragmented pieces of
yesterday
that slowly crumble between your fingers.
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