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unwantedDon't worry i know i mean almost not a damn thing to you, and I'm okay with that- not because i feel the same way about you but because i never expected myself to be anything more. ~S.HP
How to get over it.Read it over and over,
Until it doesn't hurt.
Play as many scenarios you can,
until your tired.
Pretend that you don't care,
until you have convinced yourself.
Think about it all the time,
Until you want it out of your mind.
Extract slowly or quickly
until you have forgotten it or them.
By time.How are these miracles,
which we aren't even praying for
going to happen?
How are we going to win the war
when we teach our children
to run away and we shower them
with lies saying it was okay.
We make sure the little girls
know that skinny is the best but
they got to have an ass and breast.
we make the little boys know
that if they are not successful
it's better if they hang themselves
from and telephone tower.
We doubt out abilities in each other,
in ourselves, we say were never
gonna be worth it any day any how.
We say in the end it's gonna be wasted,
all the efforts we never made,
all the things we could of said in the end.
I think thats stupid,
I think thats really stupid,
if you don't like where your
life is going why would you
sit and do nothing to change
Every time the sun goes down so
does our chances,
Every time the sun raises so
does our chances.
When the seconds pass so does
When the seconds come so does
So grab a moment and run befor
all against me.I'm just so sick and tired,
at failing at everything i desire
I pick my myself up and climb up the hill
and fall all the way down like Jack and Jill.
I can see where i can be but i'm the one
who always stopping me.
Everyone is telling me to go with flow,
but they don't understand that I can't.
I know whats waiting for me when i fail,
i feel like i'm locked up in a jail,
waiting for my judgement to be passed.
I was doing well, then i fell off the track,
seems like more i fall the harder it is to get back.
I wish no one was involved with my failures so it's
easy to accept them and move on, and soon i'm gonna
run out of time, everyone is gonna know, how badly i
messed it up, it could probably be a reality show.
But this is not the way i'm suppose to go, so of course
i'm gonna fail, what did you expect from someone who
goes against the current.
flammable.Your stuck to me
like fire is stuck to wood.
I try to shake you off,
but you continue to burn.
I need help,
before you burn me out.
Some please pass me,
I didn't have to light the flame,
but I did it anyways.
I didn't think things could get,
I hate this feeling,
of self destruction.
Everything about this is,
I could just go,
but your stuck to me,
like fire on wood.
the leak in the friendship.We both wanted to be friends, that's why it lasted.
We both wanted to relate that's why we put differences aside.
We both met on the account of not knowing who we were.
It wasn't just me who wanted to be your friend
you wanted to be friends as much as i still do.
We were meant to be, this is why we had to meet,
But just because it was meant to be, doesn't mean it will always be.
because just like we were meant to be friends we were as meant to
forget that we were ever close, so no one would have to point out
the leak in the friendship.
it no longer matters if we go afloat from each other.
25% = 100%Honestly my life is good,
Honestly I don't have anything I can complain about,
because anything that goes wrong in life,
is usually something I can help,
It's not good to try and question the past,
but it's horrible when you repeat the past,
you know the outcome is going to be the same.
25% of my life is bad, while the other 75% is good,
but honestly that 25% has such a big impact that it,
Sometimes makes 100% of my life feel like crap.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Today I will die.Today I will die,
It will be half way
I will look out
at the night sky
for the last
or one of the last
I won't expect myself to
It's sad the way that I view
everyone else, as though it
will be one of the last times
I will see them or they will see
me, but miraculously we both
awaken and meet, as though
we weren't so close to death
that we could feel it coaxing
our souls half way out,
hovering around us waiting
to tell us that we have died,
and then our eternal time starts
and never ends.
It's scary when I think about it,
not because I fear it but because,
I fear the one who ordered it,
Will god be happy with me?
will I be able to pass the
there is nothing I can do by then if I fail,
the only thing I will be doing is suffering and wailing.
I just want to be saved, be so good that
I am spared a punishment so bad that even
when i'm released the memory will still haunt me,
and it's and crazy because I don't know if I will
succeed unless it
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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