AddictionThe body is tired,Caffeine and nicotineFlowing through it's veins.Muscles and bonesSlow and in pain.Hands and feetCold as stone,Stomach growling.Yet the mind still races,Not stopping for a second,Ignoring the pain,Remembering past,Imagining the future...
DreamsSleeping or livingThe difference is faintBecause my life ain't that differentFrom a lucid dreamMy dreams are realMy life is an illusionI am my dreamsAnd they are my lifeScenarios are playingConstantly inside my headLike a broken recordDriving me insaneLike a prisonMade of freedomWhere anything is possibleYet it's not real
Love Is BlindWhy do you still want him after everything that he did..You offered him your heart, body and soul,and he damaged your soul and threw your heart like it was nothing,he took the body and after he was done he threw it away it, too.So, why do you still dream of him..why want someone like him..?
I am a writer.And I don't even careif the world hears my story.All I want to dois put my ink to paperand stain the white with all the thingsyou said to meand watch the paper blackenuntil you can't see the lines,because I am a writer.And I always carry my penso I can stain the world with my storiesthe way you stained me.I'll see you in the pages.
I Ship UsI can not measure our lovein words, but in how tightwe hug when we finallysee each other again. Thereis starshine in your smileand I could swear that youare Aurora, wreathed inbeauty, but with less sleepingand more ass-kicking.You are kind and selfless,a true paragon of loveand a goddess of all thingsgood. where most have blood,you have eternal love.all the light in the worldis simply not enoughto express the lightyour friendship andlove bring to me.Passion and excitementexude from everythingthat you do and you pouryour heart into; everything youmake, everything you touch.When we first met, there wasn'ta doubt in my mind that Ihad found one of my soulmates,someone who could laughover puns and obsess overpokemon, someone who wouldn'tjudge me on anything I'd done.A kind soul that is therefor all to see. One that hasbeen scarred and one Iwish to protect. Everythingyou do becomes bettersimply by your being there.You are the reason I believein friends b
wands up your face had many names, each one a ring in the tree of your life; a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind you were the lighthouse in the fog, the booming presence from above, the firework display in Germany, and the wizard who struck Muggle gold in the hearts of millions; the laughter in your halls will cease to be mo
Midnight SkiesWild blue in your eerie eyesis flickering like midnight skies,it makes me mad, it makes me achefor something more than a random heartache.And your heart is timid like a small, untamed foxburied deep in the ground in a black onyx box.I want it bad, I want it now,like a chaotic emerald necklace, someday, somehow.You're everything and more, a misty shadow and a morning glow,a furious fire and an icy snow,a kingdom of gold and a crumbling throne.
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
Isabella Gets Kinda Salty About FeminismTeach me how to be soft.Like Monet paintings.All pastel and water colorSo easily washed away.But so breath takingly pretty.Teach me how to be quiet. (Ha!)Like the breeze whistling through the trees.Delicate and belonging to Spring.Turn my hurricane winds into something you can handle.Teach me how to be beautiful.A paper cut out doll from your magazines, so easily ripped in to two.But don't I look so nice in this dress?Make my hair like silkInstead of a mess of tangled curls.Take your burning hot flat irons and turn every fiery red head knot into golden blonde.Style it until I look like a Hollywood princess.Sick and utterly gorgeous.Am I perfect to you now?You took my storms and made me into a colorless July sky.But you tell me 'Smile honey'Cameras go 'Snap snap snap'And I can hear my heart beat in them.You've taught me this since I was born.But I know better now.My pretty is uniqueLike wild flowers and thunderstorms.Vibrant and loud.And I will not be tamed,B
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:Can you feel it in the winds?The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!How does it feel I wonder,This question I askTo those who have spent their entire existenceAmassing power over their fellows...Know now that your paltry gestures;Your pseudo-might is but dust,Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,That your world will burn...
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeplyhow the differencebetween making your lifeand taking your lifeis a single letterremember the importanceof words-speak up before it's too late
InsomniaLonesome nightCold as snowLasts for eternityGoes by in a momentA time of thoughtOf emotion and reflectionJust my mind and IIn a cold, lonesome night