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The soundDeath.

Not a word but a sound.

The sound of silence.

An image of being underground.

Death; is a defiance.

We all die.

So why not of our own preference?

This life is all mine.

I shouldn't need your reference.

Why die in pain?

Why suffer that strain?

I may as well dance for the rain;

If I am to trust you and your decision.

My life is not a circumstance.

It's not for you.

You shouldn't get to choose.

Deem it appropriate not to lose.

You're not fighting this.

That is me.

And all good leader know when to leave.

To surrender to death is not surrender at all.

Because to die would be an adventure,

Death, the next path.

See, not
I... I Love That BoyHe is the train to foreign places
That I board when my hopes are high.
He is the reason I am still here
When I give life another try.

He is the expensive, felt covered book
I read when my temptation is gone.
I've been told there are others out there,
But I feel like he's my only one.

I... I love that boy.

He is the aroma of my freshly brewed coffee,
Another failed attempt at a good day.
He is my stainless steel friend
That chases my demons away.

He is the few, rare seconds in a song
That brings me back to the blade.
He is the mound of dirt over the corpse
I buried with the iron spade.

I... I love that boy.

He is the legendary chords ema
Demons Within"Demons Within"

Have you ever felt like the walls are closing in
And that narrow passageway continues to grow thin?
I can feel these walls pushing, choking my veins
And squeezing out the life in me, leaving me deranged

I can make these walls crumble like an empire
That has been set ablaze through flare and fire
And every burn I make, I can see a demon
Fly out of my skin the more the burn is deepened

These four walls, four corners, and a floor
Captivate all I see and still furthermore
Within these walls I am my own enemy to my skin
When everything hurts; my horrors lay within

I can take myself and from the beginning
I could brea
Playground"Playground"

Old sand lots and teeter tots
Throwing rocks in a hop skotch box
Chasing girls and acting cool
This was recess during school

Climbing up those giant slides
Looking down a mile high
Protecting yourself as you slid
From cruel kids who often hid

Swing sets were my favorite part
Flying where the ground departs
To see who jumped the farthest still
Boys would love to show off skill

Dribbling balls and ankle races
Throwing discs and running races
Playing cards and making noise
Girls talked about the cutest boys

Sharing snacks and soda pop
Proud to have a new lunch box
Playing tag and hide and seek
Scaring friends t
Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.

Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.

Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.

Today I cried.
And cried.
And... cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you hav
I am a puppet  I am a puppet used by my masters whenever they want, however they want, just as they want...

During the day, I look as perfect as a god or a goddess could be.

  I smile.

     I look strong.

           I laugh as a normal person of my age.

                       I look happy.

But who am I?

I always wear this strange mask onto my face.
As if someone stuck it there forever.

Who is using me this way?
Which witch could use me as the doll of the devil?

The day is perfect.
 The sun shines above everything.
   The birds sing love songs between them.
       And no one knows what is truly happening inside.

When it comes to night...
H
Start The Fire"Start The Fire"

Close your eyes
And know I'm with you tonight
Can you feel the fire burn and crackle?
Can you feel my hands grip and grapple?

Keep them closed
As the fire warms our toes
As the fireflies engross
Our two bodies as they glow

Do not open them yet
Do not stop or push reset
Can you feel our bodies start to sweat?
Do you remember when our lips first met?

Look up towards the night
Towards the stars in the sky
The ones that match the bright
Stars in your eyes

Take my hand now
And to you I solemnly vow
To make your night as bright
As those fireflies and their lights

Keep holding my hand
Because I know where you've been
As the a
Hear MeAttack me with your cruel hands
Over and over
Until I feel completely numb.
Break my bones,
Split my skin,
Like you always do.
Chuck me into my room
Like an unwanted ragdoll.
Leave me there,
To comfort myself.
Just hear me out:
You won’t get away with this.
You’ll be punished.
I know you enjoy this.
Hideous enjoyment you display.
One day
You’ll regret ever laying a hand on me.
You’ll see the monster you’ve become.
I’ll stay in here until tomorrow.
And when you open that door,
When you clench your fist,
I hope you’ll hear me
When I say:
“You evil son of a bitch.”
Hear me! No, you aren't perfect. Quit thinking you are
I hate it when you joke around like that. It's perverted and stupid.
That dream of your's will never come true. It's impossible and stupid
No, stop laughing. Suicide isn't funny.
Please, work on your own. I don't enjoy people copying my own hard-worked paper
It's not something to joke about, it's serious! Help me like a true friend
Yes, of COURSE spreading rumors about something private is totally mature. Totally
Are you even listening?

Well I think saying you're "perfect" is a bit selfish, but you really are amazing
Ha ha! That's hilarious!
Oh.........that's a pretty large dream but it's a very
UntitledI hate
How fake I’ve become
So unreal
So numb
I can’t feel
Not a school
Or home
They want me to be
The quiet
Smart
Shy
FAKE
Person I’ve been
Molded into
For the past eight years
The show they want to see
Someone they can forget
Not me at all
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Short-Lived Tragic Love Affairs

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Short-Lived Tragic Love Affairs
We touch

We kiss

We embrace

We feel

It's fire

It's fierce

It consumes us

in its fear

We yell

We scream

We cry

into our dreams

We We lose touch

We break

Our love fades

into the dark

Our hearts beat

out of sync

Our heads turn

when we meet

For this seems to be a cycle

I'm forever doomed to repeat
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*ccoolchic1 Dec 30, 2012  Student Writer
I like it c:
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~Mattchibi Dec 31, 2012  Student Photographer
yay c:
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~FogandDreams Dec 27, 2012
aww :hug: sad poem =(
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~Mattchibi Dec 28, 2012  Student Photographer
:)
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~FogandDreams Dec 28, 2012
:D
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