AliveI fell for you the way a tree grows,Alive by itotallycantdraw-woo
Slowly and majestically,
My roots carefully embedding themselves in every synapse of your mind.
Blossoming with every millimeter.
My branches wrap around you,
Drawn to your sunlight.
I didn't notice at first
How it all crept up on me,
My leaves beginning to display their beauty.
Now I'm in too deep,
Surviving off of your nutrients,
Steadily happy and alive,
And I will not stop growing.
Hang College!They said college would be better than high school.Hang College! by MEBwrittings
New friends, new school, better subjects, better life.
When I was young, all I could think of was going to college.
I kept thinking:
"Wow those parties!" and "I'm gonna have so many friends"
Now, I'm left with nothing.
I have no friends at all.
I sit alone in every class, I eat alone at lunch, and nobody talks to me.
There are times where I go through a day without talking to anyone.
The only people I talk to are my online friends.
I envy my block mates;
They look so happy while I'm stuck in the back of the class writing poems to soothe my sorrow.
I come home to nothing and no one but myself,
Alone, typing away in the darkness.
As if that wasn't enough.
My grades are bad too.
Being a music student, trying to learn all these advance things
While dealing with the everyday sorrow is not easy.
People would often discriminate that fact and say:
"Just get over it" and " No, no! Just do it" and "Stop being such a baby"
I wish they were
Blinding SlumberFeathers fallBlinding Slumber by nyappy-cherry
As I sway in a dream cloud
Hanging by the moon
Surrounded by stars
That beg me to wish on them
For their magic to make you wake
From your blinding slumber
And spill your heart's contents
Into my cupped palms
And finally oepn your eyes
And come along.
MonsterRun.Monster by Insomniac-Corpse
Monsters are following you, they tell you to die.
Smile as long as you can, it won't last for a while.
You're not normal, my friend, that's all in your head.
Don't cry, you stupid child, it will start again and again.
"Talk to us.
Talk to us!
Listen to us.
We tell the truth!"
Life or Death? You need to choose.
It was too much for you and now you're dead.
And no one will be sad.
Avalanche of broken soulsWe slipped through the dead. The starved. The ambushed road. The smell of them lingered to our skins and the stench of charcoaled bones and blood crept out of the wind that forced its way into our lungs. Their fumes suffocated us making it difficult to ignore what lay ahead in front of our eyes. To ignore the fear that was clouding in. Rain had started falling a while ago, adding a fresh appeal to the dramatic yet thrilling scene. Now we are drenched in blood just like he promised. Rain would fall onto their heads, soaking them in blood. His tiny scribbling seemed to shout out for me. It filled my already full packed head like tiny insects scratching into my brain. Now it was overflowing with thoughts. Wake up. Wake up! Can you hear that? Can you hear them? They are approaching, soon to sting their way into our veins and flow, merging with all the hate we possess. They're drawing near. I can hear their shrieks as they dig their claws into the road. It won't be long now tiAvalanche of broken souls by MariamAlgretly
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession by UntamedUnwanted
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
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