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Do you know?I wonder.
I wonder if you know your best friend.
I wonder if you know her at all.
Do you know she can't sleep at night?
Do you know that she's in pain?
Do you know that she has night's when she cries?
Do you know that she can't stand the sight of you?
Do you know that she's cutting herself?
Do you know very time she hears your voice, she wishes she could cover her ears?
Do you know that she can't star the sight of him,
meanwhile she has to see him every day in the halls?
Do you know that she's becoming a mother day by day?
A mother to people that are fully grown?
Do you know that when someone grabs her from behind she tenses up?
Do you know that she doesn't like giving hugs anymore?
Do you know that she doesn't smile anymore?
Do you know that she doesn't like to be outside?
Do you know that she's slowly loosing her mind?
I wonder if you look into her eyes.
When was the last time you looked into her dark eyes of flame and passion?
For it to then change into a dull and su
Remind MeRemind me again why I'm in this hell whole.
Remind me again why I have stayed here for so long.
Remind me again why I'm here.
Remind me again why I sit here listening to every word that comes out your mouth.
Remind me again why I haven't walked out that door.
Remind me again why I haven't taken the money in my back pocket and bought my ticket.
Remind me again why I haven't packed my bag.
Remind me again why I'm still holding your hand,
carrying you, supporting you, listening to you, and putting up with all the bullshit.
Remind me again, why I'm the one, even in my moment of pure agony and suffering am helping you.
Remind me again why I give you all the strength i have left when I'm on the floor on my hands and knees leaning on the wall for support.
Remind me again why I'm the one that you throw aside when you no longer need me.
Remind me again why I'm the bad one.
The mean one.
The selfish one.
When I'm the one that has held you while you cried.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The heart unsteady heartbeat was frightening. Blood trickled down from his bottom lip and nose. The swelling on his face was starting to get worse by the second. His breathing is ragged and he looks like he can barely stand.
"Mom." He mumbled before his body gave way and he fell down.
With in a blink of an eye I was by his side. I rubbed the hair out of his face and tried to brush off the broken shards of glass and blood.
"I'm so so sorry baby." I barely choked out.
I could feel my bottom lip quiver. My vision became blurry from all the tears that were streaming down my face. My hand traveled from my neck and to my hair. Pulling and tugging at my hair in fury and pain, I wanted to rip out every strand.
"It's ok, it's ok." He tried to reassure me. He grabbed my hand that was still on his cheek.
"No, it's not."
"I'll be fine." He started coughing and coughing. When it stopped he inhaled trying to get in as much air as possible.
I rubbed his
Daughter of the wolf -ch. 2
I let the rain wash over me, as if it could wash away all my problems away. The rain wasn't heavy but it wasn't that light either. I hugged my knees to my chest. I loved sitting here on the roof. I would look t the horizon and would imagine myself running toward the sun and chasing the moon.
I guess I could do that now. Run to the moon. I felt a small smile tug at the corners of my lips at that thought.
Part of me always knew that something like this could happen. The wolf was always part of me. She ran thick in my blood. She was always there, in my mind, my heart, and now my body. When she sprung to life earlier, I felt like I was finally free. Like a weight was lifted.
In the back of my mind I could have sworn I saw her look at me with her warm brown eyes and thank me.
It made no sense, but neither did my life for that matter. There were my parents for starters. My mom is half vampire and my father is a werewolf. They're supposed to be mortal enemies. Yet they're soul mates. Makes no
Daughter of the wolf- ch. 1
Summery: Part of me always knew this would happen. I always had dreams of a wolf with silver hair. I just thought it was a dream nothing more. Then when I first changed it seemed to make sense, till I saw my reflection. My fur wasn't silver. It was russet like my dad. So then who was they silver beauty? No one from the pack . That I knew of that is. Till I saw her. I never met her, although I hope I will get the chance to, if we ever find her. Seeing her through the packs mind isn't enough for me. I need to know her. I need her. She might help me with this this! No one can help me. Not even my dad. He doesn't know what it's like. But she will. I need her, I need Leah. I won't rest till I find her.
Snip, snip, snip. With every strand of hair that fell to the ground, a tear fell down my face. My bronze colored curls fell in heaps on the ground. I felt like my world was falling apart with just the simple snips of scissors.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't see d
I am a drunkI am a drunk.
I am an alcoholic.
I have a problem.
I need help.
I repeat these words in words in my head.
I can’t tell you if they are a lie or the truth.
I can’t tell you where one thought begins and were one ends.’I can’t tell you whose voice I hear in my head.
All I can say is that it’s there.
When I wake up,
at the end of the day.
Echoing in my head.
You are my poison.
You are my liquor.
Like a mad man I crave you.
Your body isn’t enough.
I need you love.
So i drink in your body hoping it will be enough.
I drink till my words are slurred
and turned to moans.
I drink every last drop that rolls down your chest.
I take in every drink as I look into the pools of darkness.
I’ll pay any price for a drink.
Because your body isn’t enough.
No matter how much I drink,
it wont take away the pain
of you not loving me.
I am a drunk.
I am an alcoholic.
I have a problem.
I need help.
Say itI am at a point where I do not know how to continue.
I love you all and really want to lose you
But if I continue are presenting the cold shoulder and do not tell me what wrong with you
I think that things are not any longer and I did not worry about the what as to come to me and you Will you show me your true colors
So what makes you so sure
I can not handle it
What makes you so sure
I can not save our love
Say, come on and let it all out
Give me everything you know I can handle the truth
Say, the more you say, the better it gets
Come on, let me not wait any longer
I will not just be your toy, or some damn test
Tell me what you think.
Do it right, that's all no big deal
Tell me where you're dreaming of
Say it out let
Say, tell me what's on your mind you
It can not be wrong, because it is so fucking feels right
Show me just what you feel
You'd be surprised how easy it is to be
Open your heart to me and would remember how great it is
So what makes you so sure
I can not handle it
Afternoon fightI sat down on a rocky cliff by the ocean. The salty air filled my nostrils; the cool breeze whipped my blonde hair. Every thing about here reminded me of him.
I heard the soft crunching of someone approaching. I jerked my head up only to see him. My stormy grey eyes met his sea green ones.
"Hey," He whispered as softly as he could manage. He brushed away a piece of soft black hair.
"Hello," I muttered.
"Mind if I join you?" Percy asked. Before waiting for my answer he sat down next to me. A smile played across his face as he looked up at me. I scowled at him.
We sat in silence before anything happened. I felt a soft hand creep up to mine. Before it could entangle itself with mine I swiftly swatted it away.
Percy positioned himself so he was facing me. I could have easily shoved him to the sea but it wouldn't affect him, being the son of the sea god and all. He stared into my eyes. His were beautiful, welcoming like the sea and mine were misty like the San Francisco fog. Percy had once
Percy's Last MomentDeath, it's a funny thing. Well, not exactly in the comical sense. Everyone dies, but for some reason no one is prepared for when it happens. The people who love them are effected and there is no do-overs. Some people live their life accepting their fate, that they will pass on. They may not know where they are going, but they know it's somewhere.
The worst thing about death is most people can't forget it. Annabeth remembered Percy's death very clearly. Not that she wanted to, of course, but she just couldn't get it out of her head. She recalled every detail.
The thing was, Annabeth didn't want to remember. Percy had made such an impact on her life, that she couldn't bear living without him. He was like a scar that would never go away. But she couldn't just not attend the funeral for all the campers that died in the great battle.
Annabeth forced herself to go. This was an event to focus on the campers lives and the impact they made. Not the death, not the sorrow. Anyway, Annabeth had t
Why We Have Teeth Why We Have Teeth
To rip and to slice, cut and tear,
Minor redemption as they all stare.
Chew and eviscerate the flesh you hate,
Becoming something raw, into a new state.
Escape the weaknesses, gaping and obvious,
Sink into the darkness, they're oblivious.
Mask the pain with a viel of self-deception,
Become a thorn in their side, no exception.
Let them break the walls, build them up stronger,
Besides, you'll not be here much longer.
Unfurl your furious dark wings and fly,
Accept you're wrong as you fall and die.
Subdued by Demonic Flames Subdued by Demonic Flames
Embracing darkness is the light of my day,
A time for secret activites and chaotic dismay,
Staying up all night and melting into the shadows,
Keeping out of the headlights and dodging hedgerows.
Those thoughts are gagged when the mind is engaged,
The demons stop clawing, and accept that they're caged.
But stop moving for even a second and they'll catch you,
Strike at your senses, so you have no idea what to do.
Scream you down to the ground, alone and cold.
Take away your courage, no longer brave or bold.
Claim your head as thier kingdom, bathed in flames,
Lock out the future, and any of your desired aims.
Killing you softly by infecting your head,
Now they're in control, you're already dead.
when I saw....I met my first friend.
I was all alone.
I saw no one.
I spoke to no one .
I looked down at my feet.
Then I met my life long companion.
She stood just over there.
I stood up and started walking away,
not bothering looking back,
but then she followed me.
I went home ,
but there she still was right behind me.
She followed me everywhere.
I was never alone when I thought I was,
and I had never been.
Now I had a companion I could trust,
someone I could rely on,
always there when I was in need.
I had something to rely on.
I discovered something like me.
A creature of the darkness,
silent and lonesome.
Someone loyal but cruel.
She followed me everywhere,
and somehow it made me happy,
When I saw my shadow.
Three strangers nest, cracked orange vinyl booths,
"Sweet home Alabama" blaring from a jukebox.
All they know are roads unwinding like yarn from a dropped skien.
Seven swan sisters with wings of pleated moonlight perch on the roof.
They are searching for water.
But all they find are pricking grasses and drainage ditches
Filled with water bitter and odd like drinking metal.
The waitress pauses hearing the rustle of wings.
One day she simply stopped drawn by a lighted square of light.
Every night she sits until dawn in her trailer with a bottle of whiskey
Which burns her throat, every swallow a violent noon sun.
Only once did she find a bed that was just right.
She listens until she knows every sound of this land.
When the end of days comes, she will hear the hidden graves open.
The swan sisters wrapped their wings around each other,
Smelling the water that runs through them like blood,
Their bone pure fingers untangling knots in each other's hair.
The man leaves a tip, hoping for a
Let me in your heart
i do believe i'm the One for you.
together we will View the world,
and Everything will become possible.
Let One View Everything.
ScarsThe war was over. It had taken everything they had, but they had finally won. The Giants were defeated and Gaea was silenced for now.
The injuries were innumerable. The deaths, horrifying. The mental sanity of everyone participating had been compromised; everyone had lost something, everyone had lost someone.
As the bravest hero who ever lived lay on the cold, rocky ground, staring up at the cold, gray sky, bleeding onto the cold, gray stones, he thought, inexplicably, of her warm, gray eyes. The last time he'd seen her, she had taken a knife through the stomach and he hadn't even had time to try to heal her before he had been dragged off, barely able to defend himself. That was the explanation for the massive blood loss he was experiencing, the awful pain in his leg.
But he didn't feel the physical pain. He didn't feel the blood loss. Only the loss of Annabeth.
Baby wipe your tears,
let go of all your fears.
Let me take your pain,
and put it in my pocket.
I'll put a lock on it.
You'll never have to see it again.
Let my hold you close,
and wrap my arms around you.
Let me warm you up,
and take away the cold
and put it in my soul.
I'll take away your anger,
Your not a hater baby,
your a lover.
I'll take the hate,
and reform your fate.
I'll put your anger in my fist
and crumble it into bits.
Let me take your sorrow
and throw it away.
You'll never see it again.
Let me kiss you on the lips,
I'll hold your hand,
and put a smile on your face.
Let me color your heart
I'll push away the darkness
and let the light shine through.
I'll walk you out of the shadows
and bring you to the sun.
I'll walk you onto the moist grass
and take you away from the desert.
I can do so much for you.
If you were to give me the chance.
I can love
and love you right.
Let me show you,
you don't have to be lonely,
because I'm right here standing
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