PicturesWalking down the hall, pictures in my head.Pictures
Breathing heavily, thinking really hard. Wondering to myself what can be said.
Wondering what could possibly be marred.
I can’t simply get over these nightmares.
I can’t just push the memories away. It’s like everyone knows, everyone stares.
I wonder if the misery will stay.
These pictures make up a strange collage
Deep reds, deep blues, and everything in-between.
They make an ugly yet beautiful mirage.
But yet only the darkness can be seen.
Walking down the hall, pi
I remember...I remember:I remember...
when you used to look at me and whisper that you loved me. You loved the way my skin turned a faint pink as you said this. I loved how the words sounded coming from your red lips.
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when we’d lay in bed and you’d make a trail from my lips to my collar bone. You loved the way I’d squirm as the last touch tickled.
I loved the feeling knowing that you wanted to be here. With me.
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when you’d kiss me hard with your hand wrapped in my hair. You loved the way I would bite your bottom lip. I loved the warmth coming
Dirty LaundryStumbling down the hall With wild pictures in my head. I can think of a million reasonsDirty Laundry
As to why I should be dead.
Unloved and unwanted. And completely unattained.
I can’t think of a single reason To make me want to stay.
Drunken words are sober thoughts. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard. Does that mean drunken thoughts
Are sober words completely obscured?
I’m just another drunk who takes another drink, booze staining a stain on my already stained shirt. Whiskey and time are both fickle little friend
ShadowsHiding in the shadows Hiding in my shame. Wondering sheepishly to myselfShadows
If it'll ever be the same.
I told myself that it would never happen. How could it happen to someone like me? How self-absorbed I was.
Wrapped up in myself completely.
As you raise your hand one more time, I no longer recognize you.
This monster in front of me. Would anyone believe it to be true?
A hand, hard, makes contact with my cheek. A red blemish quickly appears.
I try to turn, to disappear. To hide my tears.
I can't do anything.
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Tears of Paintears are streaming down my face. I try to hide it from you. i feel dazed and shatterd like glass crashing against the hard wood floor. what used to be us is only a fain memory i feel fire i feel pain. I wish i could forget I'm going insane.Tears of Pain
But i cant tell you because i think you dont care. It's like you never loved me at all. i'm going to faint and fall. drowning the pain in my meaningless words. let lightning destroy all that we felt. let the past dissapear. no pain no fear. your word i no longer hear. it's all dead. we never existed.
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| I’m Jess. But you can call me Arnold. ; ) I’m a dork but I am one of the coolest dorks you’ll ever meet. I’m a writer; It’s what I do. |
...and she flew up to Heaven...
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She said that it’s we who are rushing passed the wind
and that the sky is really below our feet
{ makes it easier to reach for the stars I guess }
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Me: Ugh. Rearrange the letters.
Avery: HUG. YAY!
Me: No, silly. HGU. LMAO.
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~Turn off your neon boobs!
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Me: Ugh. Rearrange the letters.
Avery: HUG. YAY!
Me: No, silly. HGU. LMAO.
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And sometimes there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one. Like with pie.
-Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog
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Me: Ugh. Rearrange the letters.
Avery: HUG. YAY!
Me: No, silly. HGU. LMAO.
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where are you now?
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Me: Ugh. Rearrange the letters.
Avery: HUG. YAY!
Me: No, silly. HGU. LMAO.
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where are you now?
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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