Alone in this world.Are you okay? Yes, I am.Are you afraid?Yes, I am.Will you ever be afraid of nothing? Will you ever be completely happy?Someday all your feelings will stop roughingAll of them are becoming scrappy.Being okay is not what it seems"okay" is a word of slothit may be a word of dreamsbut mostly it's a word of both.Sadness and reclusion.
About sadness.I have always waited waited for insanity to come. Everything is ratedby others, but I am all alone....Buying things to compensateall the things I ever lostAll things to abbreviatethe urge of things I needed most....The feeling of happinessempathy, comprehensionis now filled with loneliness;sadness with expansion.
The sacrifice.the ocean singsthe bluebirds flythe shells will screamtheir silent crywhen divers cometo get the pearlyou raised so longfor a little girlfive years you were workingfor the final moveget it ready in time!For the final approvethe diverhe CRACKS youhe SMACKS youhe HACKS youand you were just shieldingyour little pearland while you are sighingthe diver is smilingand while you are dyingthe princess is crying'cause you had to diefor the princess' delight.-
Loneliness:a limbless spider entangled inits own web,writhing and awaiting tobreak free—only to be devoured by the fly.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lieBut it made you smileWould it still be a sin?If I opened the doorBut turned you awayWould you still come in?If I sliced my skinBut it didn't hurtWould it still be wrong?If I acted all braveBut couldn't face itWould I still be strong?If I tied my nooseAround a tree's open armsWould it be an embrace?If I left tonightAnd begged you stayWould you still give chase?If I committed sinBut hurt nobodyWould I be welcome above?If I do something you hateBut only for your goodCould it still be true love?
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully
What I Gave YouI gave you my timeAnd you wasted itI gave you my loveAnd you ignored itI gave you my heartAnd you broke itI gave you my soulAnd you lost itI gave you my lifeAnd you sent me to Hell
Broken and despisedLittle girlOnce so inocentNow broken to the coreOf her very beingHer once free mindNow trapped in a nightmareHer once pure heartShattered into tiny piecesHer once hopeful soulOverwhelmed by darkness and despairAnd no one noticesBecause she hides her scarsUnder long sleevesBecause she hides her painBehind a fake smile...
The Game MasterCome play with meThis game you cannot winYou don't stand a chanceYou don't have a choiceCome play with meLike I played onceAnd lost the gameJust like you willCome play with meThe Game MasterNow a mere shadowOf what I used to beCome play with meAnd surrender your heartSo you can earn the powerOf being The Game MasterCome play with meSo I can steal your soulTo replace the one I once hadAnd break this evil curseCome play with meSo I can be freeAnd leave you trappedInstead of me...
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
to love beyond livingI hold youbetween all the thingsthat matter to me the mostin my lifeI have delivered a lovethat flows like a riverof understanding and faithnot because I enjoythe emptiness of uncertaintybut because I believesomehow it would bring peaceto your lonely heartI have loved youfor the part that is hiddenfrom your worldthe part that manifestsin beauty of heaven’s sunriseand in rainbow of your dreamsI know how much you want tobreak the horizonsand discover an endless universeof love and miraclesmy heart sees the child within youwanting to have mouthful of skiesfrom top of the tallest mountainand call out for wings of freedomI admire the man of youthat has travelledthrough these yearssearching for shoreswhere life existsin shells of humanityand the profound wealthof knowledge recitesfrom your wordsI see you closer to my godwhen you whispera prayer of gratitudelooking at a humble floweracross streetor when it rainsrandomly on a cold nightto me love
LifeI'm not livingI'm only survivingThere's so much to doAnd so little timeI'm always in a rushTrying to keep up with lifeWithout a moment to restWithout a moment to thinkThere's no joy in lifeBeing here makes no senseSometimes it comes to meThat I should put an end to it...
The AcheLiving today to see you tomorrow.
Death Note: The Unexpected MeetingDeath Note: The Unexpected MeetingB and L - Cannon pt.1Lawliet: There was a giant building standing in the middle of the town, shining beautifully in the weak sunlight. Every inhabitant noticed it as they passed by although it was quickly forgotten by the constant stress and pressure the every-day life caused. However; there is always someone with a good memory. Rumors were being spread about the odd building. Some claimed it was completely and utterly empty. Some accused it of being haunted by a revenge-seeking spirit. Neither of these alternatives were true. The building was not empty and it had never been, either. It was always graced by the presence of a young man with an extremely intelligent mind; L. Of course, nobody except for the man and his assistant alone knew of this. Or so they thought.It was a silent evening and the detective had been left alone in the cold, dark building. A genius mind was sitting in an odd position in front of a big com
Death Note Whammy House chap 1Death NoteWhammy HouseChapter 1Hey guys wait up! Chloe yelled after two boys named Mello and Matt. They had stolen her favorite and only doll from her, and now she was chasing them all over the Whammy school/orphanage.Mello looked back at Chloe and yelled, You'll have to catch us first!! He jerked his head so that his long blond hair was no longer hanging in front of his bright bluish-green eyes. He laughed meanly and sped up.Matt was following close behind him, somehow he managed to run and play his red game boy advance at the same time. He looked back at poor Chloe who was struggling to keep up with the two boys.Hey Mello, this is kinda mean don'tcha think? Maybe we should give it back to her. Matt suggested as he slowed down a bit.Mello chuckled darkly, Aren't going soft on me are you Matt? Then he grinned turning around to face Matt, still running only backwards, he yelled loud enough for Chloe to here, You've got a crush
I KnowI know what you really think of meI know you want me goneI know whenever my mouth opens you cringeI know you think I’m stupidI know you wish I would dieI know people hate meI know I’m really stupidI know I don’t get youI know you don’t get meI know you wish we really never metAnd I’m sorry...
MeI am meAnd only suchI will not let things passJust because it is recommendedI will not be shaped by othersWho are shrouded by corruptionI will not accept liesSpun between acid tonguesI will not cover upNor will I announce to the worldI will not harm othersEven if the crowd longs for bloodI will not lose everythingThrough a leap of faithTo give it awayAt a dying hopeI will not love for tedious thingsSuch as warmth, or statureI will not loathe to fit inNo matter how many opposeI will be defiantI will speak the truthI will comfortI will stand strongI will liveI will persistI will rise upI will aidI will love honestlyI will laugh a truthful laughAnd I will be myselfI expect us all to be so
How Love FallI met a guy who made me smile,It's my first day at work and I only sighed.He looked at me interestedly and with sincere eyes,But I looked away instead as time goes by.He offered me sweets and I took it gently,He asked who I was, my place, my personality.It took me seconds before I answered it all,Thinking maybe this was something I must control.Two days after I met him I thought he's gone,I wasn't aware that at my back he came up and begun.His sweet smile brought my beliefs to insanity,I laughed stupid but deep inside, are you kidding me?How funny it seems as something like this would happen,When you're all on your own pretending to be all mistaken.But I stood aside, letting him in,I didn't know why I'm not forbidding.My mind was distracted,They told me to stop and think ahead.You're here to work, it's important that you know,Love will come, just wait; I know it's slow.It was past midnight, it's getting late,The clock's ticking but I didn't want a break.I've been
SuicideCrystal brown eyesThat shutters out tearsShe silently screamsHoping no one would hear.She finds herself bleedingThe cuts are too deepAs her skin turns paleShe begins to get weak.She lays on the floorSilently bleedingShe lays there by herselfHoping her chest would stop heaving.With one final sliceShe'll end it all tonightShe picks up the knifeEnding her final life.
FailureWhat is this life without a dream?An eye to see a better placeFar beyond what lies in front of meI try and I tryBut what if my best isn't good enough?Please...I'm no geniusI don't think I handelKnowing I'm going to beI amA failureJust answer meThis one final questionIs it over yet?
A Song, A Car, A HighwayAn eyelash falls down his cheek,and I wonder-laugh at the unexpected fall.It’s black against his skin, as pale as my own,and nearly so as the dust of snow outside the window.I expect him to hold it out and bid me make a wish,but he brushes it off his cheek,and his eyes don’t follow its path to the hand-brake, as mine do.I want to lean down and grab it for myself because damn,if he isn’t going to make a wish I could sure use one.But when I ask him, he grins at me and asks what I would wish for,when we have such a future in front of us.For now I’ll keep it a secret, but I do lean close to him and whisperthat we can put that future to the test, and if it’s a good one,I’ll pay him back in eyelashes.
Thoughts of you.I could not think back to the time you looked in my eyes. You directly looked into my soul. Your soul embraced my soul.Your smile embraced my body. I felt the warmth of your glance. And all I ever wanted was to feel your kiss. To feel your soft lips on mine.Your hugs, your touches, the goosebumps on my skin.And then I realized you were imaginary.