noveltySomething you buy in a dollar store because it gives you ten seconds of complete joy. Then you forget about me, stick me on a shelf somewhere where when your upset I will make you smile. i have so much to give. Why don't you ever see that? Why am I not yor whole world, the thing that keeps you breathing? The ne person you'd give anything to see them smile. I am always being told that one day I'll find someone who will tell me these things, who will mean them with all they have inside them, but will there be anything left, or will I be a shell? Because I gave everything to you and you rejeted it. Am I to be the second part of my name and always be chaste. Always needing to feel love, to give love but never experiencing it?
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A Light in the Dark She opens her eyes and wonders, who are you? She fell in love with you. She will always love you, but she doesn't know who you are. It didn't matter before. Your past won't shake her, but she's fumbling in the dark. Who is this man she'd give her life for? She knew your face before she saw it, knew your voice before it touched her ears. She stands in the darkness searching for you. Like a blind woman she stumbles, following the sound of your heartbeat. She wants to find you, but your forever just beyond her reach. She stands alone, lost. She loves you. &A Light in the Dark
by ~witchybabexr
sunriseI walk out into the night and look up at the sky Always hoping to one day see the sunrise with you. Each time you promise me you'll be there. Each time I watch as the sun reaches it's zenithsunrise
I stand alone.
You've gone again. Left me waiting. I sit on the grass and feel the warmth touch my face. It's cold. I'm cold. My hand shakes as I run it across the grass. It's wet. Is it from my tears or the morning dew?
The last line is written as her tears fall onto the paper. She look into the mirror and sees bright green eyes staring back. Slowly she makes a decisio
by ~witchybabexr
the beginning and the end. She walks across the tile floor, her heart on her sleeve for all to see. Open and waiting to be broken again. Duty and hope is all that keeps her feet moving. The smell of sickness permeates the air, death is nipping at her heels like an affectionate puppy. You look at her with puzzlement in your eyes. Who is this woman they've brought to you? Your grandaughter, they say but no recognitions breaks through the fog. You sit as they force peaches through your frail lips. Your hand shakily grasping your cup. &nthe beginning and the end.
by ~witchybabexr
Prologue ProloguePrologue
I don't want to trust. I don't want to let anyone in. I'm tired of being hurt. I don't even know which part of me is what anymore. It used to be i hid Brenna away because she couldn't handle the world, she who is my inner child. The only part of me thats still innocent. The only part of me I
by ~witchybabexr
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HonestyI would love to tell you the truth but then I'd have to stop lying to myself...Honesty
by ~closedcorridors
Box of MemoriesWalking along the darkened streets Eyes closed and a faint heartbeat Smiles across the faces of our youth All of the times we had spent Didn't know how much it meant Till my eyes opened to the truthBox of Memories
But all the memories of me Have been shut into a box Never to see the light of day And now I'm wasting away
Laughter filled the air we breathed There was nothing we couldn't be Until we had to say goodbye Now there's nothing I can do To put my life back into you I'm just left to question why
And I know what you must do Just to
by ~one-loser
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- Current Residence: inside a hole
- Interests: ummm... writing.. DUH!
- Favourite movie: sweeny todd
- Favourite band or musician: evanessence, rammstein, three days grace, disturbed, corrs, ETC... I like everything but polka.
- Favourite genre of music: everything but polka
- Favourite artist: im not sure way too many to choose from
- Favourite poet or writer: laurell k. hamilton, stephanie meyer, and nora roberts
- Favourite photographer: umm. me?
- Favourite style of art: abstract
- MP3 player of choice: dont have one im poor
- Shell of choice: the big ones you can hear the ocean in
- Wallpaper of choice: paint
- Skin of choice: it puts the lotion on it's skin or it gets the hose again
- Favourite game: s#x
- Favourite gaming platform: s#x on a bike?
- Favourite cartoon character: bugs bunny
- Personal Quote: "wait... what did i miss?"
- Tools of the Trade: computer,anything i can write one, paints etc.
- Email: witchybabexr@msn.com
- AIM: kateriniak13
- MSN: witchybabexr
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