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If I Had Gotten Her Name...A walk on the greenbeltIf I Had Gotten Her Name... by ~2nd41st
on a cold winter day, is anything
anything but enjoyable.
As my dirty mitten gloves
do there best to trudge with me on my quick walk
with my old, mucky, loveable Spaniel
I look at my shoes
my shoes, with more holes then I can count
countless holes
and as I slowly look higher, to my faded jeans
and an oversized hoodie, quickly thrown on.
I gaze up and look ahead, and see a dog.
Another dog not my own.
Smaller, very much so
on a pink leash, a very nice pink leash.
Nicer then my shoes.
As I gaze on my rope leash, and back at the mysterious walker.
I gaze at her for the first time.
and my over sized hoodi
Durango 95You can ask me where we're going,Durango 95 by ~THEendOmega
And I swear I'll never tell.
We're driving down this long road,
Its one that I know so well.
The world behind is growing hazy.
And I don't know when we're through.
I promised that I will drive you crazy,
So you'd better enjoy the view.
You say I'm driving too fast,
You say that I should slow down.
Who knows if we're gonna crash,
or if we'll make it into town.
But suddenly the worry's gone
You can feel the engine's vibe.
You tell me now to floor on,
In my Durango Ninety-five!
OH BABY!
They told me that I'm crazy!
They told me they could save me!
BUT BABY
Crazy is what i am.
HONEY!
They'll
Goodbye, October SkiesGoodbye October skiesGoodbye, October Skies by ~believe-in-daydreams
See how the lights in the window dies
See how the fall melts in the cold
See how the laughter's getting old
Wave at ashes in the breeze,
Praying away your disease
Rust and decay is all I see,
Drowning in your misery
Words to break the lock of fifteen minutes of the same old silence,
Enough time to finally accept the fact that words won't change a thing.
Fifteen minutes turns to hours, hours turn to days
Summer passes, spring gets trampled by the autumn rains.
Goodbye October skies
See how the snow on the dead grass lies
See how my trust froze in the cold?
See how my hope is losing hold
You tear the wall d
My AngelIt came too quick,My Angel by ~MidnightCreature
this saddness, this pain
Pressure built so high,
no longer to contain
The mind dulls,
the heart hardens
All this emptiness,
the soul has darkened
Life felt wrong,
nothing felt right
Too much blackness,
no will left to fight
It felt like the end,
everything disappears
And then, a glow,
new light appears
So bright at first,
but the body thirsts
A form known,
yet also unknown
How can this be?
A new life in me!
What is this light,
that illuminates night?
Light has hair,
so golden it shines
Eyes like jewels,
that stare into mine
Skin so warm,
that heats the cold
Lips so soft, so touching,
so bold
Nothing SpecialTitle: Nothing SpecialNothing Special by ~Darxetta413
Author: D.R. Ward
Date: 5-26-13
Age: 13
Nothing Special
You're nothing special.
The thought rumbles through my head,
Like a torrent of crashing waves,
Against the shore of my mind,
Sending blank pieces of drift wood,
Through my heart,
And a storm of impressive thunder,
Through my oceanic eyes.
I gulp and shake it off,
For the millionth time again.
I want to believe, to think,
That I am different,
That I want to succeed.
Do I?
What if I wanted to die,
To live like this, a fake body,
And wonder through all this time,
If I could've done something there, something better?
You whore.
I flinch.
I want to break, I wa
Savior criticismyour spotlight is brokenSavior criticism by ~TheBratPrinceofGA
glass scrapes your feet
the things you did made you famous
but now your deeds make killers
your cross is misinterpretation
and passing of time
humane efforts are disgusting
and hypocritical
and these "nice" people
would burn the world just
to avoid admitting it's already on fire.
take the love you have
and make it meaningless
you've crossed out genuine care
in favor of procreation; you fear sex
modern ideas don't exist in ancient text
Queer Romanticismtell me I’m a devilQueer Romanticism by ~TheBratPrinceofGA
that I’m always wrong
that I understand too much
but you don’t know me
do you understand
or try to figure out the mystery
porcelain skin or stubble
beauty is real, and important
and selfish
there is nothing wrong with that
and maybe being wrong could scare me
but for the first time I’m not afraid of anything
and I’m alone
not broken or weak
just alone
tell me you listen
can you listen?
Sta.sh
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