It all startedThen my finger swelled and turned purple.
Now it looks like a moldy hot dog.
Lovely.
Ahh the joys of being a clutz
Newest
TommyOh, my feathered friend.Tommy
But do you know where the swallows sing? Or where the waterlilies grow? Or where the grass smells like honeydew? Come to me, 'cause I'll show you a whole new world.
Oh, Mother Earth, Show me the beauty in this blade of grass. Show me the secrets in the old, forgotten trees. Show me why the leaves turn yellows, and red in the fall. Show me the secrets of the land we call home.
Oh, Father Dear,
Tell me the secrets of making the wind, Tell me the ways of the water, Tell me the forgotten art of creating pure joy, &nbs
by ~GoldEyedGirl
Hey StrangerHey stranger, I've changed a lot since we last spoke, ya know? I'm not the girl I used to be..not as loud, not as needy. But, of course you wouldn't care.Hey Stranger
Hey stranger, What's it like living on the otherside? Having it all? Living the good life?
Yet you feel so empty, so cold. I've lived that side, and I now know. It's not as nearly as good as it sounds.
Hey stranger, It's been two and a half months since your last word, good bye. We will never be the same,
But our memories will remain untouched. Selfish, from now on, is the only thing you'll e
by ~GoldEyedGirl
The first, last and onlyLet's take that last hug, And lock it up. In a box. And throw away the key.The first, last and only
Let's take the first and last time out lips touched. And put in in a locket. I'll keep it safe. So, no one can see.
Let's take that magical monet when your blue eyes touched mine. And pain a picture. But it in a frame, and place in in a pitch-black room. So, I won't be able to see the truth that I was always blinded from.
by ~GoldEyedGirl
Favourites
Relax, Relapse Again.You spend your nights cuddling, coddling, muddled all up in her limbs You take pictures together, she "loves" you forever I hope you fall madly, fall madly with her instead Profoundly in love with her little blonde head.Relax, Relapse Again.
I hope she breaks you, she hurts you, she tears you apart With every fiber of my fresh emo made heart I hope she dumps you, she takes you, she makes you a wreck Give her the power to make you a wreck I'm led to the conclusion that you're still an ass The diamonds don't sparkle, they're just broken glass
The smoke sure does glitter, in this broken sun &n
by ~MollyMews
finger puppetsi died – or at least i felt like it when i was on the cold floorfinger puppets
in my stepfather's basement
the week after i turned
sixteen years old
and some people, they call it living the way the birds and
bees are finger puppets – his finger puppets,
just waiting to be played with.
-
i look out of the
window-wall from my bed,
its 9:37 pm and the moonlit streets
are already filled
with boys racing their
shiny new cars and
girls who are smoking because
they think it will keep them skinny.
i sit up an
by ~the-chemical-factory
Cry for me.That shaky bit, right before you erupt into sobbing That's my favourite part That little moment where your eyes feel like they're on fire And you know nothing you do will stop the tears And all you can do is walk away. Turn away so people don't see torrents of salty tears Streaming down your face That little second, before you have to turn That minute amount of time, When your lips start to quiver And your eyebrows knit togetherCry for me.
in a display of one distraught little girl That ache in the back of your throat,
You bite your lower lip, so as to stop you from crying o
by ~MollyMews
charcoal hearti met him while summer was turning into winter. it was beautiful the way the leaves fell and we would try to catch them before they hit the ground.charcoal heart
each pair of jeans he owned were ripped and grass-stained. he was known for sporting duct-taped converse and his baggy sweaters would act as a place for him to hide.
he would wear his scars like a prayer, covering his body and i hated having to remind him that he was only sixteen years old – sixteen years old with an expression that showed disinterest. sixteen years old with tired, brown eyes and wind-swept hair. sixteen years old with sharp bones that liked diggin
by ~the-chemical-factory
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DefeatedDevious Info
- Interests: Poetry, reading, photography ( somewhat )
- Favourite movie: Across the Universe
- Favourite band or musician: Flyleaf, RED, Rise against, DanceGavinDance,.. ext
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Techno, acoustic, metal.
- Favourite artist: MollyMews
- Favourite poet or writer: The-chemical-factory
- Favourite photographer: HannahHavoc
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
- Personal Quote: A true freind is someone you can see in the dark.
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