It was never truly quiet. I couldn’t find the silence I needed. The tiny space was filled with a nearly imperceptible and continuous murmur- the kind of sound that is too quiet to hear but too loud to ignore. Threads of conversations and giggles swelled up and subsided; accompanied by the rotation of car tires on damp ground and the dull thuds of a heavy load rolling over bumps in the endless road. There were the sounds of sleep. Stifled yawns. Shifting bodies.
But I discovered no better position to shift to, no way to skirt around the feeling of vague discomfort. It was like sleeping on the ground - I’d find some acceptable pos
I
think it is because of you that I am terrified of rejection.
Because you were the very first time I left my heart out, unprotected.
And even still I see your face, and the feelings come rushing back.
Feelings that whisper of love and confusion and wondering and
hurt.
And now I am always striking first, shutting out others even as they seek me.
Because I remember the feeling of slowly getting left behind.
I don't think there is anything quite so painful as getting abandoned without a reason.
And that's exactly what you did to
me.
Now believe me when I say I am not angry or sad or mad.
I am simply scarred, like a burn that's year
If you knew me...
You'd know that I'm losing touch. That I've practically stopped reading, that I miss it beyond all measure, and that because that bit of me is gone it's like something's missing. You'd know that I pretend to be free-spirited and wild because I feel like it suits my character. You'd know that sometimes I'm not sure where the acting ends and reality begins.
You'd know that the words are hard in coming, because I over think what I say. You'd know that with many people every little conversation is a battle for me. You'd know that my ambition far exceeds my ability, and that I long to run far away and bring those I love to a pl
I don't believe in fairytale endings
without a little magic involved.
I don't believe in happily ever afters
unless they happen in another world.
well you
As a prince you are no first choice,
and yet it seems I've chosen you.
Because we've both moved on, the way we act
says it isn't true. I
should mind
that I allow it. I should mind that I cannot resist.
But every time I decide to rewind and pretend
the past doesn't exist.
And I mind that you apologized.
I mind
that it can't be true,
because it if was, then that means love
was that foolish thing I felt towards you.
Family or friends or more
it matters
more to you than m
You
are the kind of person that I
think that should be around more often.
Simply because you are the kind of person
that never says what you
mean.
Which at least keeps things interesting.
I like puzzeling out if you mean what you say,
or if you're saying what you mean
even when you are saying
nothing
at all. I feel as though we are still
so close that I could whisper my secrets to you
as we lay beneath the maddening sky, like we did before.
I remember the rushing of your breath as you clung near
to
my side. Secrets and whispers and silence.
All combined in a deafening (defining) roar.
Because though you say you're ever sor
I look at you sometimes
And I don't know what I should be seeing.
It's like peering through a mirror,
And being unsure of the reflection.
I wish
I could see inside of you.
I once knew a girl who believed in young love,
But her days of dreams have gone.
I once knew a girl who dreamt of you.
I knew
You dreamt of her too.
She dreamt of a place filled with cerulean skies,
A place where her young love bloomed.
But the place where they were together became the place
where we
Where they, fell apart for good.
A blow to the head, a shot to the heart,
Is all it took for her to fall, but a glance to her friend
Was all it took for her t
It was never truly quiet. I couldn’t find the silence I needed. The tiny space was filled with a nearly imperceptible and continuous murmur- the kind of sound that is too quiet to hear but too loud to ignore. Threads of conversations and giggles swelled up and subsided; accompanied by the rotation of car tires on damp ground and the dull thuds of a heavy load rolling over bumps in the endless road. There were the sounds of sleep. Stifled yawns. Shifting bodies.
But I discovered no better position to shift to, no way to skirt around the feeling of vague discomfort. It was like sleeping on the ground - I’d find some acceptable pos
If you knew me...
You'd know that I'm losing touch. That I've practically stopped reading, that I miss it beyond all measure, and that because that bit of me is gone it's like something's missing. You'd know that I pretend to be free-spirited and wild because I feel like it suits my character. You'd know that sometimes I'm not sure where the acting ends and reality begins.
You'd know that the words are hard in coming, because I over think what I say. You'd know that with many people every little conversation is a battle for me. You'd know that my ambition far exceeds my ability, and that I long to run far away and bring those I love to a pl
You
are the kind of person that I
think that should be around more often.
Simply because you are the kind of person
that never says what you
mean.
Which at least keeps things interesting.
I like puzzeling out if you mean what you say,
or if you're saying what you mean
even when you are saying
nothing
at all. I feel as though we are still
so close that I could whisper my secrets to you
as we lay beneath the maddening sky, like we did before.
I remember the rushing of your breath as you clung near
to
my side. Secrets and whispers and silence.
All combined in a deafening (defining) roar.
Because though you say you're ever sor
Sometimes it seems like the whole world is made up of ones and zeros.
Straight or round, thick or thin.
Upright or circuitous.
Ones and zeros.
01001001
It seems like the entire world is made up of somethings, and nothings.
You are or you aren't.
You want to be or you don't.
Ones and zeros.
01100110011001010110010101101100
It seems like there is nothing left in this world but the two, together.
They compliment each other,
They make up a universe between themselves.
I am not one of them.
Not one of the ones and zeros.
01101100011010010110101101100101
Time ticking by in ones and zeros.
One second gone by, one more, one more.
Z
hello stranger, i love you.
i don't know you- your favorite band, if you like coffee. the lop-sided grin and the friendly eyes make it easy for me to think that knowing doesn't matter. i couldn't say what it is you do on saturday mornigs. the way you walk with me in the halls makes me think maybe we could be just as perfect as those five minutes. i don't know who you want to be or what you want to do. the way you talk to me makes the future become irrelevant compared to your voice right. now. i don't know who it is you admire, or whether you like kissing in the rain. thinking about life without the possibility off seeing you makes tiny raind
Platnium blode, you know the type,
And she most certianly lives up to the hype.
Stole my boyfriend but I don't really care,
I'm more offended by the clothes she wears.
It just isn't fair,
The way way you flick your gorgeous hair,
And it lands perfectly, everytime.
You're such a nosey little snitch,
Like that irritating itch
I can never get at,
Or hit or bite or kick or scratch!
Check it out, you're a size two,
Well whoop-dee-do ain't that good for you?
Why don't you buzz off and gloss you're stupid lips,
It's the only way you'll ever get a kiss.
It just isn't fair,
The way way you flick your gorgeous hair,
And i
This Star Won't Go Out by bookworm012496, literature
Literature
This Star Won't Go Out
I am tired of being alone.
I am tired of boys like Dan,
Who make me doubt myself.
That's right. I'm putting a name to the identity.
You're no longer going to be able to hide and run.
And you can apologize a thousand times,
But you can never take back how bad you made me feel towards myself.
I am tired of boys like Jim,
Boys I can't shake. Boys I can't forget.
That's right. I'm admitting it.
I can't seem to make the lie I've been telling myself real.
I can't get over you.
But maybe that's because ther isn't anyone there to help me climb.
I am tired of boys like Mike,
Who wait and wait until Rapunzel's already left her tower.
Tha
Eating bugs is not that fun,
When you are the only one,
Who likes to bite their heads off and go "crunch"!
You will not be cool at school,
If your lunchbox is full,
Of creepy, crawly critters for you to munch.
The worms and roaches,
Will stop their approaches,
When you walk the
You'll gain instant fame,
They'll call you inscect names.
Your friends will decieve you
And then they'll leave you,
To go eat some cookies,
And drink a juicebox!
Cause eating bugs is not that fun,
When you are the only one,
Who likes to bite their heads off and go "crunch"!
You will not be cool at school,
If your lunchbox is full,
Of creepy, crawly
Growing Up, Up and Away by bookworm012496, literature
Literature
Growing Up, Up and Away
Run, run, run as fast as you can,
He'll catch you, you know.
He's the boogey man.
Ring around the Rosy,
Pockets full of Posey,
Ashes, ashes, we find our way underground.
All around the mulberry bush,
A monkey chased a weasel.
The monkey said it was all in fun,
But pop went the weasel.
Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight.
Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight,
To evade the darkness and see the light.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Whose fleece was black as coal.
Itsy-Bitsy spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
I am human.
I fell down when I was learning to walk and needed help back up. I cried my heart out over a dead bird and refused to stop crying until we had a funeral for it, and then cried harder when it was buried because I couldn't imagine a worse fate than being forgotten. I kissed a frog because I wanted to see if the fairy tales were true and the frog was really a person, trapped. I danced in the rain in my underwear because I thought that rain deserved to be absorbed by as much skin as possible, and I loved summer rain more than anything in the world. I loved to eat sugar when no one was looking, I climbed trees and made up stories abou
You
are the kind of person that I
think that should be around more often.
Simply because you are the kind of person
that never says what you
mean.
Which at least keeps things interesting.
I like puzzeling out if you mean what you say,
or if you're saying what you mean
even when you are saying
nothing
at all. I feel as though we are still
so close that I could whisper my secrets to you
as we lay beneath the maddening sky, like we did before.
I remember the rushing of your breath as you clung near
to
my side. Secrets and whispers and silence.
All combined in a deafening (defining) roar.
Because though you say you're ever sor
You'd know that I love the feel of words on my tongue, and water on my skin. You'd know that wind rolling across my body is like a tiny piece of heaven. You'd know that the smell of books means home, and a Disney movie is still a classic.
You'd know that I write because it's the closest thing I have to true love. You'd know that I long to run and run- with the ground slowly disappearing under my bare feet. You'd know that's why I read, because it's the closest I've come to romance and adventure and real happiness.
You'd know that I love sappy love stories and happy endings. That I'm a nerd and I don't know who I'm falling for, who I want, who I really am. You'd know that I'd do anything for someone I love, and my love is hard to come by.
You'd know that if anyone around me swears they're going to a get an earful. You'd know to expect bad spelling and big words and quotes from books you've never read. You'd know to find a love of God and endless support. Maybe even endless hope as well.
[I'm me and only me, and that's all I'd ever want to be]
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Like I want to be a writer but what the hell am I supposed to write about. They say good writing comes from life but I feel like I'm barely living. I'm going through the motions but oh; as though to breathe were life! Maybe I'm not even good enough at writing to do it, maybe I'm just screwing myself over by dreaming. Because you just never really know what your life is supposed to be you know.
I feel so lost in myself. Like I'm wearing someone else's clothes and they're too big. they say be yourself but i dont even know who that is. i know that whoever i am now, i dont like them very much. they feel fake. like plastic.
And I hate having all
so within a few hours this will be invalid- but for anyone who's willing to take a look at this assignment and give me feedback I would love you forever. It's my application to my Creative Writing course for next year, and I really want to make sure I start out with my best work.
It was never truly quiet. The tiny space was filled with a nearly imperceptible and continuous murmur- the kind that is too quiet to actually hear but too loud to ignore. Threads of conversations and giggles swelled up and subsided; accompanied by the rotation of car tires on damp ground and the dull thuds of a heavy load rolling over bumps in the endless road. Ther
I don't want to break the nice boy's heart.
I'm panicking, I won't lie about it. My first relationship started less than 5 days ago, and I'm already doubting it luck nuts. I like him, god I almost typed liked, but for some reason my whole self is going into meltdown mode. We haven't even been on a date yet. Which in itself is making me really nervous, like I don't know what to do. Even something as casual as a film is making me go- oh no. He's already making plans for our 1 year anniversary, for the trip we're both taking this summer. My parents are telling everyone, family friends, extended family, and others too. I go back to school soon w
I like your group and would like you to look at a few things I have written namely a trader from far away, human magic, who needs friends, and whatever else catches your eye. I don't mean you should added it just want your opinion on them cause well you seem interesting.
Paige your work is brilliant! I really need to come on this site more often! I'm gonna get my tablet all hooked up and i'll be on like u all the time hahahah XD deviantART muro drawing