Trapped in darkness,
Like a tiny box closing in, choking me.
They call it nothing,
But we few sufferers call it depression,
A black gaping hole in our lives,
They call it attention seeking, we call it life
left on your answering machine by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
left on your answering machine
Listen, okay ?
Close your eyes and listen.
Are they closed ?
Good.
Now keep them closed and picture me next to you:
I want to be with you so much. When you're with me, holding me in your arms, all I want to do is just stay like that, with you, forever. Then you leave. And as soon as you're gone, I miss you. And when I miss you, as pathetic as this sounds, I just keep thinking about you. And I realise that you could probably have anyone you want. And I wonder why you'd ever settle for me. And this makes angry and jealous and hate myself and just ugh. I don't want to be your burden. You see, whenever I talk to somebody as much as
She reminds me that she's a dreamer
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the
Sad Quotes
~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.
~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.
~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".
~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.
~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?
~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.
~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
Both visible
And non
touch each
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she
I Am A Writer:
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and ev