foreverxnow

On those days when you feel alone, bruised by the world, mere flesh on bone, Turn to that dark place and smile. Smile in its staring eyes, haunt the specter, induce its demise. I hope the darkness will make you stronger. When you fall into a cycle of sadness, abandoned by friends, feeling sick paranoia, Remember that I love you. Remember that the paranoia goes away, just as the black skies fade to gray, exposing sunlight bright and gay. Just know that sadness lies in gloom, a lack of light shadows the room, with one foot in the tomb I will come rescue you. No matter what you think can't be, just remember you have me, I'll

If you spit out those venom syllables, you think that you break me. When you turn those hate-filled eyes on me, you think that I wilt. While you rant and shriek and wail, you think you bend my will. Well, what if all that you assumed was false? If you stab at my self-esteem, you think that you hurt me. When you smirk high and mighty, you think I care. While you're off spreading rumors about me, you think you'll tear my life apart. Well, what if YOU'RE the weak one? If you spit and stab and lie, you think that you break me. When you turn on me and smirk and gloat, you think that you break me. While you rant and shriek and spr

If you gave me an ultimatum Stood with a knife to the flesh of my throat Threatened to steal away the most precious thing I own... I'd say I would rather die than live for you. You, who is barely risen up from a neanderthal. You, who has sunken to the depths of the human race... And come out defiled and putrid. You could beg and cry, and make those puppy eyes that you think say it all, And I would still rather die than live for you. You, who thought that you had me, who thought that I was there for your entertainment. Well, guess what, cupcake? I would rather DIE than live for you! You, the wretched animal that prowls the village

 “Yank that one, that one, and especially THAT one,” ordered Annalie. THAT one referred to a gnarled, curled bud that stubbornly hugged the ground in a bald patch of land. It truly was an eyesore, something that looked as if it had been on the earth since God banished Adam and Eve. Its gray-green leaves stiffly circled the bud. The bud itself was almost black, like it had rotted in place and simply refused to disintegrate. The ground around the plant was bare. No weeds flourished, no tiny plants began their lifetime, nor even a blade of grass was to be found. It was, to say the least, strange. Corabelle sighed. She so hated pulli

  She sat there, in a rose-red chair, looking pale and lovely. Her clover-green eyes stared out blankly at her construction paper bedroom. Her golden (though slightly yellowed) mane lay stiffly, as if each strand had a straitjacket covering it. Abby liked her looks, at least most of the time. Sometimes, when presented to a mirror, she'd gaze at her snow-white complexion and sigh. She would think, Well, my nose looks like a 1st grader drew it, and I think that my eyes are crooked. She would just have to get it fixed the next day.  Occasionally her boyfriend, Joe, would visit. Always strategically placed in her crimson chair, he smiled at Abb

You played my heart like a well-tuned instrument, slid a finger across the strings and created beauty. You hit the notes that corresponded to my love, made composers envy the masterpiece you created. You played my heart like a game of poker. You bluffed like a pro, Upped the ante with so much at stake, And finally laid down your winning hand. You won my heart along with the chips. You played my heart like you played the field, fooled me as you had so many other girls. Skipping happily from one to the other to the next, never letting on that you were anything less than all mine. You played my heart like you play the game, you pla

The same things are still there, every day, every hour, every time I look. And yet, I am still infatuated. What makes the contours of your face so pleasing? Really, you're just like everyone else. Aren't you? No Greek god heritage colors your bloodline, no very special beings reside in your gene pool. And yet, I am still infatuated. Could it be a combination of chemicals that make you irresistible? You draw my eyes away from all else, you ensnare my heart and speed up its beat, you make my brain do its happy dance. I'm as addicted to you as I am to caffeine. And that's no small compliment. I give you the power to tear my heart

Whirlwind romance, sweetened by secrecy, swept us up in emotion. No logical thought, no one could convince us that we weren't meant to be. Masked intentions, hidden agendas, and above all, iron will of the parents. Who could show us the sure error of our ways? Who could have explained what was to come? Two warring households, sewn together with the effects of hate, Forever guilty of second-hand murder. Two empty families, robbed of a son and a daughter, regretting the loss of sanity. I know I regret. Was my perfect Romeo really so unblemished? Or were my eyes then clouded with lust? I'm not convinced that our love equaled the

Sorrow blends well with pain, pain commiserates with grief, Your heart is no longer your own once it's been torn apart. Sobbing for days that can be no longer, Mourning all the things that you could've said to change things. And even if it ended well, you cry for what you're missing. When every glancing object inspires sword-sharp memories, Your mind protects itself with a web of tears. Dead things breed tears. The throngs of slightly- to very-damp relatives tend to throttle, to embrace, to choke the air with half-true sentiments and wincing questions. Too many hands reach out to cling to anything while making the impossible jour

I dropped a tear in the ocean it stained the whole place black I once gave away my fragile heart and I never got it back I placed a pebble in the sand to see how far it could flee the instant I released your hand you eluded me I broke a fever with harsh words the ones you spoke when you left I didn't think it was possible to be so hurt I was merely second-best I dropped a bottle in the parkinglot after I shattered one in the sink though my eyes were tired and bloodshot you know I'd never drink my lips withered and cracked from heedless neglect it's been a while since I laughed.... but you know, best of all, no one's perfect