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Life PuzzleMy life is a puzzle I have yet to find the time to finish,
it feels like it's going to take an eternity,
I just wish more if it fit together,
it's been left out on the table, pieces scattered, for another day,
wishing somebody would come along and help me sort it out,
and I swear I'll come back and finish it, I'm just a little tired now,
I try and sleep, but my dreams keep me awake, they always keep me awake,
I just breathe in deeply and count the paint drips on the ceiling as if they were stars, making wishes every now and then, finding the constellations in the faux sky,
and every time I look, it's as if someone has rearranged the pieces,
if only they would rearrange my life into something that made sense,
instead of throwing the pieces all around, losing them under unmoved furniture, sticking to the bottoms of shoes and being carried far far away, buried under the lives of others,
but now the clouds don't spell out my emotions anymore,
forever changing c
Woke up in HellI just wanted to go to sleep.
Because I knew that sleeping would mean dreaming. Dreaming meant I could be right there beside him, laughing, smiling, living. Dreaming meant I could see him, hear him, touch him. Dreaming meant I didn't have to wait any longer.
I just wanted to go to sleep.
Because my paint kept spelling out his name, over and over. Every song serenaded me with his voice. My tears screamed too loud for me to rest, and the smell of his soap lingered on my bed even though he had never been there.
I just wanted to go to sleep.
Because when I did, I would dream of how his hair looked when he just woke up, or when he ran his fingers through it absentmindedly. I would dream of his contagious smile, and the way he calls everybody "dude".
And when I woke from my dream, I would be in hell.
(don't) forgettick tick
imaginary clock in my head.
You are so far away,
and the time goes by so slow,
my head buzzes,
my heart aches,
Why does hope feel so far,
but look so close?
They days drag on,
the cold covers me,
like the snow that falls here,
chills me completely,
Of you and me.
I ache when I wake up,
this pain is so strong,
my fear is real,
End The DistanceThe late night is the worst,
When the house is silent
and everyone has gone to bed
I lie awake
Imagining the curve of your lips,
Or the feel of your skin against mine,
When the empty space
next to me,
Seems to extend
for thousands of miles,
I hate those miles,
In the night,
In the dark,
When I’m all alone,
And I’ve only got memories
to carry me through,
To the next day,
Or the next string of days
that seem to last forever,
but they finally end
With me lying in bed,
Next to you.
Just...YouWhen I say "I miss you" it isn't just words,
Not characters on a blinking screen,
Not shallow motives sent through text,
Shimmering and breaking through invisible spaces,
Navigated by cell phones and computers,
I miss you,
Every second of every day,
Through dreams and daydreams alike,
I suffer everyday,
Suffer from a lack
A lack of you,
Being close enough
Close enough to touch,
I just want to be close to you,
Just come be close to me.
When I say "I miss you" they aren't just words,
A shivering shudder runs through my soul,
Consistently brushing my heart,
Which chases shadows away
With the thought of your presence,
It's an overflowing emptiness,
Having you so far away,
But still it feels the same
when you fill the fractures in me,
Equal bits of completion
Complete the empty void,
Void which is constantly in fluxm,
I just wish you were here.
You complete me
Distance.I wish that when you hugged pillows
they acted like teleportation devices,
And when you clutched yours
It would put me beside you,
I wish my blankets
Were like magic carpets,
And we could use ours
To fly to one another,
I can show you the world,
I wish our computer screens
Would let us reach to one another,
Then I could pull you through
straight into my arms,
I wish we could feel each other
When we clutch pillows and blankets,
And pretend they're each other
So our dreams can somewhat come true,
I can't love you this much baby, and love you from this far.
Happy?When in our eyes
The heavens fall,
falling, falling, falling,
down, falling down,
And shredded clouds softly float,
Like frozen snowflakes to the ground,
colorless cotton candy, cold,
Our sorrows litter these dismal streets,
Like crumbled newspapers filled with yesterday's news,
thrown aside, forgotten 'til another day,
Black and white will not show the red that I bleed,
My scars aren't for you to see,
I will tear my paper heart into tiny pieces,
And dance in the confetti of my despair,
If only you were here,
maybe I wouldn't feel so alone,
I close my eyes and imagine you standing there,
I clamp my fingers around yours,
but when my eyes open, there's just empty space,
and my hand is cold,
frozen like the snowflakes on the ground,
Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself,
pretending you're here
I don't even know what your voice sounds like,
but you make me happy,
I wish knew how to show you I care about you,
that you make me happy,
I want to make you
BetterThe rain streaks past her haunted eyes,
Sliding quickly down the panes of glass,
leaving blurry streaks in her vision,
Mimicking tears sliding down her cheeks,
The thunder growls fiercely overhead,
Echoing the anger and pain in her heart,
Which battles to keep the loneliness at bay,
It wasn't supposed to end like this,
Her eyes flash like lightning in the clouds,
When she hears the phone vibrate on her desk,
An unnatural sound breaking through the storm,
she picks it up, new tears falling like rain,
He tells her goodbye for the last time,
answering, she pleads for him to let he back in,
Into his heart, and into his home once again,
but it's already over,
She begs and pleads, asks for forgiveness,
But his heart won’t forgive her hurtful words,
her spontaneous, selfish actions,
The mind that caused the rift between two souls,
The thunder growls again, and she throws her phone,
It's thud blending in with the thunder,
Going back to her window, holding herself tight,
Watching, but not
Dreams the moon is full.
It shines brightly for two people whose hearts beat as one,
they sleep and dream of each other.
In my life this is what happens between you and me even if we're worlds apart,
When I look up at the moon I see your smile,
When the night winds blows I hear you whisper my name,
When I close my eyes I can feel your arms around me,
hugging me close, enveloping me like the ocean waves,
In my dreams I feel you hold me close,
I wish that I was right there next to you,
I gaze up at the stars with my eyes full of wonder,
curious as to what star you are under,
there isn't one night I don't wish I was with you,
Although I'm terrible at explaining my feelings,
to you I can't deny the unbending feelings I have for you,
We are the same in almost every way,
I have the urge to be by your side forever,
Can you hear the song of the night creatures singing their lullaby for us?
The moon shines on the both of us even though we're miles apart,
but if I close my
he leaves with his parents
i think of rushing after him and saying goodbye
and the blow from the absurdity
almost knocks me back into someone else
my fingers freeze and i feel my lungs grow corrupted
but i breathe steadily and try to think about the new year
i feel a sense of dread growing
and the world continues
a chase of laughter and solitary sadness flung together
a sour mix that doesn't sit well on my tongue
frost slicks itself onto my curb
and i find myself hanging on for dear life
not much of a life though
and i can feel my ribs becoming brittle and broken
but no one knows
the air is heavy with heartbreak
most days i want to lie on the floor
and never wake up again
there is not much to say about january
it is so ... january
the scent of him still clings to my skin
it's a voucher, a token
a little souvenir from last year's love
it has been three or four months
part of me is becoming restless
In Her EmbraceThe room is dim, but soft is candlelight.
So soon outmatched by her inner radiance.
For the glow in her soul exiles the shadows
And brightens the opaque path of night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
The ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Lay vanquished by her smile
In her embrace, I surrender.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I can see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
And those three oft-repeated words are abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot go back...and never want to.
what words cannot describe.they say a picture
is worth a thousand words,
but when i see your face
a million praises
rush to my lips.
and yet when you're standing
right before me
with those pale eyes glowing
my throat is locked
and i am speechless,
is so vague
compared to you.
Love isn't beautiful,
Nor isn't bad,
It is usually both,
A mixture of feelings,
Some people decide to show love with care,
Others want to be selfish and make them do all the work,
It never works out...
Some people wake up in the morning feeling good inside,
To cherish their love for the person they love most.
Some people wake up and wish they can start over,
To die and wake up to a new life.
To start over.
Love is hot,
Love is cold,
Love is poison.
Love is evil,
When love is good,
But what is important is.....
Love isn't perfect
You, me and simple us.Roses are the desire,
from the thorns that enclose them,
from me to you,
from the violets that bleed unknown,
from the love of mine to yours.
Though I've only known you for a while,
Our thoughts are enlaced in our timelines.
Even as I live to this hour,
I recall the moments spent together,
You, me and simple us.
The reminiscent of the distant future,
It is a simple reminder of us,
Heartache we learned,
distance we learned to keep
I recall the moments spent together,
You, me and simple us.
creepypasion(fanfic ben x jeff) capitulo 10Capítulo 10: la carta de violeta.
Luego de haber tomado un baño y de haberse vestido ben entro a su habitación, se encontró con un desastre que había hecho violeta; sus videojuegos estaban regados por el suelo, sus distintas consolas estaban desordenadas, su ropa rota y en mal estado, y se notaba que habían estado saltando en su cama.
-¡JEFF, VEN A VER LO QUE HIZO TU AMIGA!- grito ben con rabia
Jeff llego al cuarto y se sorprendió al ver el desastre del cuarto, de seguro que ben lo obligaría a limpiar todo. Entonces vio que sobre la cama de ben había un sobre pequeño adornado con la flor que usaba violeta cuando la conoció.
-¿Qué es eso?- dijo Jeff acercándose para tomar el sobre
-es una carta pero ¿Qué hace aquí en mi cuarto?-dijo ben sentándose en la cama
Jeff saco su cuchillo y con el abrió el sobre del cual saco una cadena de oro con el nombre d
I've been having the dreams
I don't see his face
I see his back
All I see is him
His hair is blue
Does it mean that I miss him?
When I think of him
I start to cry
He has my heart
And he always will
It's his, and only his
Gaze of an AngelYour words of grace and true compassion;
They light up my world like a thousand suns.
Your gleaming, beautiful smile;
It makes me see the world in a clearer light.
Your magnificent, perfect eyes;
They allow me to see through the gaze of an angel.
These words, oh, these words..
They soothe me like the moonlit sky.
As we dance underneath the starlit moon,
Our eyes meet one more time;
We lean in and our lips meet.
This is my dream,
This is my salvation,
This is my everlasting joy.
Your beautiful soul is what makes me whole.
Shall I love you forevermore?
The answer will always be yes.
Rain FireI stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart.
I've never felt as complete as I did then.
Let's just pretend that I didn't break your heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile I wear so well.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.
I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.
When it started raining last night I burned all of my poetry books. Page by page. I can only remember one line:
"I know just how it feels
to think of the right thing to say too late."
When I think of the right words, I'll write them down. And leave them for someone to set on fire.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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