"the reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. he writes because he has something to say."- f. scott fitzgerald [Probably my best written piece.] |
"the reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. he writes because he has something to say."- f. scott fitzgerald [Probably my best written piece.] |


tomorrow morning's sunrise."today is all you need to worry about. if you can get through today, you can have tomorrow."tomorrow morning's sunrise.
she was having another 'bad' day. it had been mostly 'good' days lately. she could walk through every second of every day smiling her hopeful smile. she felt pleased in that state of mind, since that kind of smile pleased everyone else, too. that was a 'good' day to her. a day that she could truely smile. on those days she could focus on tomorrow.
but her 'bad' days. they were her mental fights for life. she was always walking on a sunny day, but on those days she was walking with a storm cloud above


skills and cheap tricks.she sat and watched him play soccer all morning. through his friends, he was easily the most relaxed playing it. he was smiling, laughing. truely he'd taken the sport to heart. he truely adored it.skills and cheap tricks.
in the afternoon, she had joined a game with him. he kicked goal by goal, all effortless and with ease. she stood frustrated, others taunted with words of tease, "you only wish you had that kind of skill." she tried harder, but only in vain. in a second he had taken possession of the ball again, it danced around at his feet like it was under a spell of sorts. he started with tricks to make his ego rise. th


its your letter.dear boy.its your letter.
do you remember the first time you ever saw me? was it anything like what you think of me now?
I remember how back then, you were always just a dream for me. A dream I never dared speak to. But on the one chance, I said hello to you. You said hello too. Then I fled because I got nervous and I didn't want to sound as freaky as I really was.
Remember how you looked at me on the first day of school this year? You caught me walking by in the corner of your hazel eyes, and you turned your head and gleamed a smile at me. I never did figure out why you had done that. I'm prett


you can't be fearless nowits nerve racking enough to be sitting by the reception desk waiting for your name to be called while all you can hear is babies crying out of a feverish dream, the elderly coughing out their last means of life and there you sit not even halfway down the road of life and there's the possiblity there's something really not right with you.you can't be fearless now
before you had come to sit in that chair for waiting, you listened to other coach you on with simple words "its probably just a little thing, nothing they can't fix in a week, as they always have" but, you can't help but worry deep down you feel so scared


do you know?01.do you know?
do you know how badly she wanted you to breathe? she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos in a little photo album that she labelled help so that, maybe, if she helped you take those breaths she could finally be your reason for living since she could never be just by herself.
02.
do you know how badly she loved you? everytime you stepped into the room it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen and she couldn't breathe but she loved that glorious feeling


nadia.eleven. i dont know her favorite color, or food, or song, or middle name but i do know she hates luminescent fish (she claims to hate all fish, but i told her no one hates all fish, and then i bought her a goldfish) and i know her name means more than her heart and i know she likes astronomy and wonka bars andnadia.
i know she is
fixable.
nine. puss puss. she's trying to teach me a new language, but i think thats all she knows. but thats good enough for me. i ask her if she could give me a demonstration of puss puss. she kiss kisses me. &


EpitaphYou used to remind me of magnolia trees in not so distant memories & broken vowels holding their hearts between syllables; being lost in backyard mazes & mosquito kisses in the dark with the jagged rhyme scheme of your poetry humming in my ear. I used to catch drops of rain that have touched the sky in glass bottles for you, secretly knowing that they were the condensation of clouds & wishes.Epitaph
We sat on rooftops when the world would sleepily drag spectrums of colours & watch the paper towns below us waver for a moment in the wind before letting shadows dress it with the absence of light. Those days were spent like silver-co
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Colour has it's place,
Where white & B L A C K
Don't lie between the l i n e s .
How you doing? I havent spoken to you in forevverr D:
ps. Youre so win, you make winning look like losing.
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There is no such thing as justice on the internet.~
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<3
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To die you must have lived.
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All your life people will try to take compliments away from you. Never take one away from yourself- Sarah Harding
>: How have you been?
man I can't even remember the last time I spoke with you.
I've been okay, I'm never doing too great, but highschool's been pretty interesting /:.
How have you been? Since we sort of stopped talking, I've been thinking about you alot.
I was.. just so sick of everything I had put on myself back then, so I bailed. I really didn't care back then.
...Wait, did you start highschool last year, or.. a couple of days ago? It REALLY confuses me how its different over here. D:
The past couple of months have been full of highs and lows for me.
Which everyone's life is. But for the first time in a while the lows were really low. Everything that happened either made me really happy or really sad. No inbetweens.
Thankfully everything's starting to get brighter again. Been looking forward to my school's dinner dance that's in a few weeks and today I found out that if I pass my driving test in a few months, I'll be able to start driving just after my birthday haha <3
Two weeks ago, now c:.
I'm glad things are going good for you. I've been worrying about you, and trying to finally say something and just ugh ):. Now I'm glad I actually commented you.
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