At fifteen year's old Michael fell in love with someone he thought he couldn't have. But then he later learned that there might have been a chance, when he became friends with his love. And then he messed up, a lot, and lost it all. Hes not even friends with the person he loves anymore, and its left him broken inside. Shattered Speechless and bleeding to death. Yet, he goes through every day, and smiles to people who deserve it. He has the most amazing friends, and they help him a lot. No one knows or understands the pain he feels, and no one can truly help him because the only person that can fix him is the person that screwed him up in the first place. So he lives... barely. And as he trys to get better, things progressivly get worse.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Rhinos, are fat unicorns.
The Dark Side
Anger
quick, biting, bottomless.
Fury
burning, huge, alive.
Rage
looming, monstrous, frightening.
Hate
shades vision in red, unforgiving, annihalting
me.
I am
a timebomb
counting
the seconds
before I explode.
A few words of widom
Ok, dear people who have never been in love. If you do find love soon, there will probably come a time when you’re going to ask yourself, “Is love supposed to hurt?” The answer to that question, my dear people, is HELL YES. A love gone wrong is the worst pain anyone can be put through. It tops even child birth. I didn’t know the answer to that question, and it led to a whole world of confusion and trouble for me. Here’s some free advice. When you do find it, make sure you keep a part of yourself, to yourself. Never, EVER, give yourself over to anyone completely. In the long run, you’re most likely gonna get screwed. Why you may ask? Let me tell you. YOU are the only one who cares enough about YOU to be happy. So, enjoy the little things. Be ecstatic and spontaneous. Make a mistake, then, make another. Have fun. Be yourself. Laugh, shout. Be amazing.
Just had to share that, after going through some memorablilia.
Oldddd ! (Fates screaming at us and you’re plugging your ears)
The winter months are fading
bringing spring, the time for new
growth
but growth is stunted
due to lack of you
we were such a perfect match
but now you turn your back
and run
after every pretty little whore
that catches yoru eye
Just like a boy. Your brains
a little low
but all can be forgiven
because i just can’t let go
The time i’ve spent thinking
of you
could easily have cured cancer
if it was donated to research
but i can’t help but return
to what i love the most
you’re all i ever wanted
but im disposable to you
my universe
is out of balance
but yours is just fine
and everyone tells me
to go
move forward hes dumb
but i’m hooked in an embrace
that is killing me
til
i cant go on
Ingrid
I just wanna be ok, be ok, be ok i just wanna be ok be ok be ok, today.
My cell phone
Blade
A light in the dark
a flash of steel
It’s time to embark
no prerequisite meal
The dark red flow
the escape in the pain
yet no where to go
stuck on a rewinding lane
The beauty of scars
leaves no room for vanity
I stare from afar
bracing against the upcoming calamity
they criss cross, they’re straight
draw the edge slowly
my hand does not shake
about to feel lowly
promises broken
secrets unkept
i need a token
need you to accept
my apology
mon couer est casse
Je t’adore
je te deteste
je ne connais pas qui je suis.
Darkly short
Its an art
these scars i create
and as the blood
dries black
in the moonlight,
i think
if everything is ok
in the end
and if its not ok
then its not the end
mayhaps, the end, is death?
Something a good friend wrote for me, that i appreciate everyday.
Let the Music Play
by Will Isaacson
I see your smile vanish, friend.
Your eyes grow weary for sleep.
It will not come.
I know this well.
Why has your singing ceased?
The notes no longer flow from your heart.
You say it is broken.
But everything broken, can be fixed.
Look down in thy hands, dear friend.
Your tears fall over this broken string.
Yet, you must realize.
Until you take the time to restring it,
This instrument will never play music again.
No one said this would be easy.
This new string, will not be the same,
No.
It can never be the same.
But once strung anew, this reforged instrument
Will play the song it knows best.
The tone may differ.
It may not sound the same to you at first,
But you will recognize this tune.
It is your own.
And sooner than you think,
You will once again play it with grace and beauty.
Singing the words you know so true.
This string may be destroyed once again.
And again.
It will disrupt your wonderful sound,
And pierce your skin once more.
What then, will you do?
You will find the courage to grab another string,
And weave it until your love plays again.
For this song never dies.
So let the music play, my friend.
For as long as you breath pure,
These notes will last forever,
These words I know for sure.
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Its amazing isn’t it? the way the smallest things can make us smile, or how only one person can make you feel so wonderful inside? i feel as though I’m floating, on a warm sea of happiness. You get me through the day now. My thoughts, they don’t stray back to him anymore. Not as much. the scars I’ve added. They’re not for him. I’m afraid. Should be super happy. but im notttt. This is redic.
