Birds of a Feather Ch. 1Under the weight of the stars the sea was calm. The sound of each rhythmic surge of water rolling onto the sand, accompanied with the plunk of the ocean tossing pebbles and shells at the shore, then retreating after its attack was all that one could hear. It seemed as though the rest of the world had gone still. But no, it hadn’t, as there were two girls walking along the water’s edge. The air between them was not only being filled with chatter and laughter, but was trusted with occasional secrets and confessions. Nothing unusual about it, that was the norm for two best frBirds of a Feather Ch. 1
I Don't Even KnowWhat is the sound of nothing? No soft mumbles in the night, Nor cries of pain through clenched teeth, No whispers of a time when things were better Nor echoes of a life once loved.I Don't Even Know
What is the feel of nothing? No hatred towards all that is lost, Nor mourning for the past, dead and gone. No confusion of wondering if they care, Nor sorrow when it’s found out that they don’t.
Let me be nothing, The sound, the feel, the definition. It isn’t much, but it is Much more than I already am.
Dear AnyoneDear anyone, I’m sorry to waste your time, Because I know you don’t care, But please, let me tell you About an affair. I’m sure you will like it, It’s a thrilling tale, One of passion and lust, Desire and betrayal.Dear Anyone
It began one night When I lay soundly in bed, With a knife close at hand, Beneath the pillow under head. It was singing me to sleep. It was the only friend that dared To ever tell me the truth And admit, nobody cared.
Dear anyone, You may have noticed That so far, it’s not what you
Dreaming of YouAnother day drawn by And again I’m feeling empty. Another night and I Know how my dreams still tempt me, With the sweetest face On the brightest of days, The softest embrace That fleetingly stays, And as I wake, our fingertips Are no longer in a perfect line And as I blink, your lips Still linger against mine. This distance seems so surreal, Are we truly so far apart? This closeness that I feel, Is it simply a trick of the heart? Or is something beautiful about to start?Dreaming of You
Broken Innocence It was an ugly piece of pottery. The colour of aged brick dust clustered together into a concave statue. A child's hands, whimsical in their ignorance, painted the object into a delicate meadow of flowers. Blots of yellow, red and blue, upon green lines, haunting me every time I saw them.Broken Innocence
I stare at those same "flowers", now broken apart and jagged. The destruction seems unable to touch this hardened heart.
As I touch the pieces, a shard draws blood. Crimson tears to replace absent crystal. They call out to the child who h
I spend most my time drowning.my name isI spend most my time drowning.
Ophelia and I’ve always had a thing for men with an extra finger on their left hand I think this is because I miss one finger and there- for I feel that a man with six fingers on his
left hand would fulfill me and break all the barriers and
whatnot with that
extra finger
but
honestly who would want a chick with just nine fingers and not ten which is actually the ideal the idial the idiot who says come on baby let’s swing because the galaxy is sleeping in your eyes and
the stars are &
A Broken BlossomStop acting so genuine; I know you're not. Dripping with sincerity, running with a lie. Puffing at a cigarette just like Bette Davis, Old movies and it's all okay, Baby Jane.A Broken Blossom
Insane, unbridled, a blazing flame, And I have no intention of putting it out. A broken melody, a broken blossom Waiting for spring, waiting to bloom, Waiting for something that will never happen.
Life Update #2
Rage
Are you still next door?
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Who is today other then tomorrow's tomorrow
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Cheers, Jojo
And I don't believe your life fails.
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Wandering the rain soaked nights. Searching for a storm to wash away these blood-stained tears
"If you are an Unknown, you must have a variable in your name." [Kat]
"The road to hell is paved with adverbs" [Stephen King]
I heard about your hair! Is it really all rainbowy? Thats so cool!
So yeah, Summer is in like two weeks! We should get together and go swimming in meh pool. Its clean now. We took out all the fish and put in lots of chlorine. Safe to swim in! We actually had a frog in it when it was still in pond mode. It was huge and really loud.
-Magzers
And I don't blame you.
All I can say is that I'm sorry.
And that I'm a bitch.
And that... well... I don't know what to say. I overreacted and started assuming things without really thinking it over. I said a lot of harsh things and I wish I could take them back, but I know it's impossible...
You're still important to me. You always have been a very close friend. I know it may not seem like it, since I overreacted and started bitching at you. But at this point, I'm just really mad at myself. I'm really and sincerely sorry. But I'm not expecting forgiveness. I just want you to know.
I'm sorry.
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Dear, they say there's method behind my madness.
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SMILE! it's the conformist way!
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