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White Picket FenceI don't have a homeWhite Picket Fence by The-Virgin-Suicide
But if you sprouted some shingles
You could shelter me
Maybe we could fall in love
PuddlesAs a child I rememberPuddles by The-Virgin-Suicide
Standing in the rain
Feeling like a river
Waiting to be soaked
We pretended to become
Raindrops on car windows
We put money on their races
And faith in their existence
I hope you taste like rain
Or the subtle creak of gates
Or palm leaves in the wind
Or the lips that love me so
If I tell you that I love you
Let me fall from this sky too
Drop from this Chicago tower
Be a puddle on the ground
It ExistsTwisting corridors took my breathIt Exists by The-Virgin-Suicide
My pen and paper
My leather-bound kisses
And replaced it with the word beautiful
The word magic
(And I'm under your spell)
In breathlessness I did not die
But locked myself away
In a rent-free locker
And found the illogical love I believe in
I'm sick of drinking ink like water
But if right now
That's all I can say
Words have finally failed me
Preface to Blood KissesPREFACEPreface to Blood Kisses by mysterywolfgurl
I know the secret of your heart Sarah, Jace said soothingly. Your heart cant lie, not to me, he said, pulling me closer.
I stood there, my head against his chest, hearing his heart beat faster, and then I knew. We were meant for each other.
The offspring of Angel and Vampire, together, in perfect harmony.
We were meant to be enemies.
We turned out to be lovers.
And now, they might just destroy the world.
Omni-Gaia 1Omni-Gaia trilogyOmni-Gaia 1 by deviantfetishlver
The years is 2005, we are not sure of the month, but it feels like May. A couple years back, a race known as the Magma Skins rained down from the heavens. At first, we thought was Armageddon. If it was, all the crazies would’ve finally been right.
Our militaries did the best they could to fight them off, but they just kept coming. We did more harm to the planet than they did. In the end, all we managed to do was scorch the skies, destroy buildings, plant-life. Our world as we once knew it was coming to an end. Our numbers dwindled. Soon there weren’t enough of us left. They started rounding us all up; putting us in these machines. Once plugged in, we had no knowledge of the real world. To tell ya the truth, we thought where we were now was the real world.
We have one individual among the many Magma skins to thank for freeing some of us, because if we weren’t here, we wouldn’t be able to tell you all this, because we would be totally obli
Once Upon A Rainy DayThe rain fell in torrents outside, gliding towards the ground in thin, elusive sheets. Puddles began to gather everywhere and Judy wished she could join the children sloshing through them with excited yips and giggles. She laughed and shook her head at her own thoughts. Such a childish notion for a grown woman, she thought, a soft smile playing on her lips. She felt a small, familiar tug at her skirts and turned away from the rain, her mind shifting back to the cozy parlor and her small daughter, Lucy, who was now peering up at her with large, inquisitive eyes. They were the darkest shade of blue, almost violet, and mirrored her mother's own eyes.Once Upon A Rainy Day by NakedLobster0413
Judy's heart filled with warmth and affection as she reached for her child, not yet five summers, and settled her against her lap. Even now, she still marveled at how perfectly her daughter fit against her slender waste. Lucy immediately became fascinated with pulling at her mother's long black braid, running her stubby fingers against the sa
SadnessBlack tears in my heart,Sadness by mysterywolfgurl
My eyes fading gray
My soul fighting the loneliness
No one understands my pain
Nobody can understand
This beating in my chest,
This throbbing in my head,
It all would leave,
If I were found dead
Maybe they're all right,
Everyone who has told me I am worthless
What if they are right?
What if they aren't?
What if the friends I have think otherwise?
If I were to die, how many people would cry?
How many would mourn?
How many would go as far as to kill themselves,
Just to be with me?
With all these unanswered questions,
I've but one choice,
To stay alive
If the day should arrive that I shall die,
I say to my friends,
This is the end
You've all been the ones,
Who picked me up when I was down
To make me smile when I frowned
To hug me tight and say everything was alright
Thank you my friends,
Who have been there for me
I couldn't make it without you.
SoulA soul is a wolfSoul by mysterywolfgurl
It howls for purpose
It cries for the lost
The soul barks with joy at the sound of another
It growls at an enemy
Sadly it whines
Casualties may cause it to hide
It prowls night and day
A whisper of caress in the steely silver moonlight
Its fate is to die
It speaks an undecipherable language
It lays to rest in peace
Then reappears soundlessly
Its howl is soul music
Jumbled Up FeelingsWhat is love? Is it a feeling? An action? Can it be both joy and pain? A racing heart and a piercing thrum? When one love ends, can it truly ever have been called love? It takes years of dedication to build a strong feeling, but only seconds and one wrong choice to make it fall apart. Emotions are such fickle things. One day, I love my life and thank God for all the blessings in it. The next, I forget those blessings and hate it. Love in the real world is hard. The thought of finding a person, a different individual with separate feelings and thoughts, terrifies me. The thought of trusting him, opening my heart and body, and leaving myself vulnerable, binds my lungs like a scorching chain. I can't do it! I'm afraid. I'm so scared of love. Yet, I crave it. I can't temper the feeling, the need for closeness with another. I've broken hearts and had mine shattered. Selfishness and immaturity were the causes, but my fear still abides. Every time I come close to the feeling again, I throw upJumbled Up Feelings by NakedLobster0413
No Way OutWe lock ourselvesNo Way Out by chibilvr091
In our own world
Waiting to get out
We change ourselves
And alter our old looks
To please others
We stay there
With no way out,
Waiting to fall
Heartbroken and weary,
Depressed and unloved,
We slowly suffer
We never know when
This suffering ends
Silently, we are gone
HeroAm I a hero?Hero by chibilvr091
I wrote down the question one day when I got home from the academy, my eyes filled with tears. I had been crying as soon as I got home, shaken from all of the events that went on at school. At the time when, I never knew how I could define myself. The comments that people would say about me haunted me, and I never knew if I could get over them.
"You are so mean."
"Are you some sort of freak?"
"You look so ugly."
I tried to brush off all of the other comments. One remark stuck, although. It was said by one stuck-up popular girl, when I tried to talk to her. She looked at me straight in the eye, and spoke the words that would alter everything.
"Do you know who you remind me of? You remind me of those villains like in cartoons. Why? Nobody likes them, and I am sure nobody likes you. So, go away, because villains never win." Then, she applied another fresh coat of lip gloss and strutted off with her perfect friends who snickered at me. I tried to shake it of
A Ghost with SchitzophreniaI won't get a warningA Ghost with Schitzophrenia by DarkCloudAssasin
When my next episode will happen
The voices will come without warning
The doctors won't let me leave for sure
They'll tell my parents
"She's not allowed to go back home
The schitzophrenia is acting up
It's getting worse"
Then the voices will laugh at me
When I see the sight of my mother crying
They laugh at her agony
And I can't make it stop
I'm the one at fault
All of this
Keep me locked up, mother
Lock up all your worries
Even though you dont know what they do
Sometimes the nurses laugh at us
And make ourselves look stupid
Their sympathy is all for show
Until the doors close behind you
And hell is unleashed
For the poor patients to dwell in
Poor, little mental patients...
That's what they all say
The fortunate ones, that don't even know
What it's like...
They don't know
Put them in a straight jacket
And throw them into a padded cell
Give them a few days...
Bet ya' they won't come out the same
I've always came out the same person
The girl with schitzophrenia
This Is For YouIt's not for looks.This Is For You by dying-poet
It's not to fit in.
And it's not for your criticism.
Cutting, Burning, and something I call Breathing are all emotional filters. They help calm the burning physical pain of that single individual. The physical pain takes your mind away from the horrible aching pain in your heart, and in your soul.
Though it is NOT something I would suggest. Ever. But it is a popular route for those in pain. I don't expect everyone to understand this, I also don't expect everyone to stop and actually comprehend this. Everywhere you look, it says that if you know a friend that is physically harming themselves make sure you get them help. Okay, yes harming yourself is bad. But do you want your friend hurting on the inside. I've been to therapy and it didn't help. I think of the people that need me. Of the people that actually care. If you're reading this, and you're a cutter listen to this. You are loved. If not by your friends, or by your family, message me. I swear on my l