freaksrule

You've never cared about each other, Or me for that matter. Now suddenly I'm on the front page, And you all find me funny and are being so kind. I'm on my way up, they say, I'm on my way up. You can't stop thinking about me, I'm on the news and the websites, And the whole school knows my name. It's strange how fast things changed. It's funny how quickly we're friends, You're tweeting my name daily, And everyone's facebooks are shouting about me. Suddenly you all think I'm brilliant. Now you're walking around schools for me, Lighting badly scented candles for me. We never talked before, But I drove way too fast and now, I'm o

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, when I looked up to see his gun pointing up at me I looked in his eyes but all I saw was hatred. "Mr. Smith what are you doing?" I said staring into his cold hard eyes. "You" He said anger and disgust pulsed through his voice, "You did this to my daughter, you made her think that she… that she." "Likes girls?" I suggested immediately regretting it as soon as the words left my lips. I saw his nostrils flare and his eye twitch at the thought of me with his daughter. "My Krissy is not gay." I looked up at him then back at the gun. "Look Mr. Smith, I promise the last thing I would ever wan

I love it when she wears her hair down, She prefers it up. I think she sings beautifully, She thinks she's 'ok' I tell her she's perfect, She doesn't believe me. I tell her she's beautiful, She thinks I'm lying. I love her laugh, But she hates it. She thinks I'm pretty, I don't. She thinks I'll leave her, I wont.

I'm sighing I'm crying I'm dieing I'm sighing I'm crying I'm dieing I'm sighing I'm crying I'm dieing I'm sighing I'm crying I'm dieing I'll sigh out of love I'll cry tears of joy I'll die of happiness

I know you have to go, but I still don't want you to. I want you to be that woman from my childhood, the one I once thought was immortal. You were so strong, so courageous. I never could have pictured you so old and week. Yes your still here, but part of you has gone. I want you back, all of you. I know when you go you'll be happy, but I still want you to stay. It's just so hard to let go. I don't want you to go.

She always lived her life by the seasons. We were best friends, and eventually I started to notice that she wore colors to match the weather outside, in the fall she wore red and orange and we would hide in the fallen leaves. In the winter she would only where white, 'to match the snow' she would say. In the spring she wore brown and green, and sometimes some flowers, and in the summer she would were tan and blue to match the beech. As we got older I began to realize that more than her clothing changed with the seasons. The year we turned thirteen was the year I really saw that the way she treated others reflected upon what season it was. Tha

My Muse looks delicate like a flower with her petite stature and shoulder length blond hair. She is sweet and sensitive; she is compassionate to all living things. She is also harsh and cruel, sinister and evil, but in a facinating way. She can be strong and deadly, you never want to cross her and you will certainly realize your mistake once you do. My muse is the only one allowed to look over my shoulder as I write, and she often whispers ideas in my ear as I lay in bed readying myself for sleep. She is always surprising me that muse of mine, some days she will just pop up with an entirely random idea and like a seed in my mind it will grow.

I sat on the ground under our tree house, it sounds juvenile to call it such but by all definitions that's what it is. We all built it together there was this clearing surrounded by four huge trees, they were strong but dead. It's a good thing we had some architects with us otherwise we would never get to sleep at night. This place is crazy scary, but most of us have gotten used to it by now. There are creatures hear that would make most of the monsters that we heard about on earth look tame, at least you could tell the difference between them and a real person. These creatures are hard to explain, when you look at them you see the person you

I look back on last year All of my troubles and pains I see my soul so close to death And my heart Broken by my own self I find the cause of my pains Now a good friend My list of friends has multiplied Each hug a new lifeline Holding me to this place Once a wretched memory Now a much better existence There were days I didn't want to go any further But though I didn't believe it then It does get better Looking back at it all It has gotten so much better