TransienceTime travel invented after death? Figures.
Disengage[in some vague fashion]she was aware of the i m p e n d i n g blowbut time seemed irrelevant [at the moment]:struck by a strange--elegance?--as his palm descended [with all the graceof a tree felled by lightning];the m.e.a.s.u.r.e.d, deliberate fall,almost majestic in its resignation--c u l m i n a t i n g witha CRACK of thunder anda bolt of pain.
NightmarePlot twist: you can't wake up.
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not a mistake l their voices l for s
Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,you don't trip out onto the beach:sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feetand you will be unpreparedwhen the waters close over your head.instead, you take a deep breathand say your prayersand you dive in.the quickest way to learn to swimis to have no other choice.
Safeshe tells me that they stole her wordsmarked them in red and wrung them out dryleaving her shockingly [bare]so she took up her -sharpest- penand she c a r v e d out her words[close to her heart they'll be safe]
In the interest of full disclosurei am not the person you thinkand you will realize that all too soon.i am not what people have built me up to beand i am destroying myself in trying to measure up.i am not interesting.if i were a puzzle, all of my pieceswould be careworn with age and wearcolors dull and muted--a picture prosaically familiar;there is nothing pretty to look at here.i am not beautiful. i am not the kind of personthat they write about,stories and poems that make you cry.i am not strange enough to be special,but i am not normal enough to fit in.i am not fragile enough to engender support,but i am not strong enough to help myselflet alone those who are foolish enough to rely on me.i am not a delicate collectiblethat people wish to adoptand call my problems their own.i am a dusty clichéthat has seen better days.let me be clear:i am none of these things.i am not.
Flickeryou've fireflies for eyes [[all lies]]
BipolarYour gentle gaze like razor bladesBoth cut me to the coreThe shadows hide the lines you've crossedYet still I'm craving moreYou're never who you seem to beI don't know who you areOne moment you're the one I knowThe next so very farThis dream in which we used to liveUncertain now and bleakBreathtaking as the cloudbreak isStill havoc storms do wreakMy wild nightmare never endsI cannot seem to wakeI'm desperate to find escapeBefore I finally breakIt's not you it's me I sayAs hollow as it ringsNo longer can I weather thisHigh time to test my wingsThe words fall like an icy rainChilling, sharp, but trueYet though I try to end it hereI'm still falling for you
Tomorrow"Baby, I won't be here tomorrow...."
Pain and SorrowEven Death can fall in love
Left BehindShe stumbled, but he didn't stop.
GraveyardStep softly, dreams are buried here.
Growing Upscraped knees. broken hearts. dying memories.
Time's upTime's up;There she goes again.
Here today, gone tomorrow.Wishes:A final story before bed.
Please Don't Turn Out the LightDarkness turns us all into cowards.
And in Opposite Directions is Where We'll Go... -------------> I went Right You Left me
Awkward"She has your eyes!""...Shes adopted..."
the journey."What if he stops?""Keep going."
Loneliness At 4:03am Tick.Can't. Tock. Tick. Sleep. Tock.
SixWordStories: Love"Is this Love?"Yes"No."Lies
She Asked HerSpelled out in cut newspaper.'No'.
SWS Hilltop HouseHe loved her;She never knew.
AstrayYou're lost to her: move on.