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A Girl's Best FriendA Girl's Best Friend,
It is not a diamond ring,
Nor Sterling silver jewelery,
Or anything expensive at all.
It may not be beautiful to others,
But always beautiful to her.
She will cherish it forever,
And it will love her too.
She will cuddle with her,
For comfort whenever she's sad.
It will never fail her,
Whenever someone else has.
This little ball of love,
Will love her to death.
She'll soothe her aching heart,
When it needs mending.
A Girl's Best Friend,
Will be a man's friend, too.
Because a human's best friend,
Is a lovable, wonderful...
The ColdThe Cold,
It ties its strings tight around me and only me.
Its deathly feel freezes my blood.
And I am alone.
It splatters on me and only me.
Its cold, wet drips hide my tears,
And I feel more Alone.
It whispers harsh words into my ears and only my ears.
It persuades me that it will never leave me,
And Loneliness is my only friend.
It flashes towards me and only me.
The Rain stops,
And Loneliness begins to tip-toe away.
It strengthens me and only me.
The Loneliness drifts further from me,
And the Cold becomes warmer.
It caresses me and only me,
The Loneliness has moved on,
And the Cold exists not with me.
"Why are you so wet?"
I respond with a simple,
"The Rain, The Cold, The Loneliness."
You let out a tsk,
You take out a towel and wrap it around me,
"Lets Get You Warmed Up", You say.
But The Cold had already dissapeared.
Its a complicated thing.
Its not being obsessive,
Yet its not being uninterested.
Its not obsessively calling and texting your dear,
Nor is it ignoring them completely.
Its not making them be with you and only you,
But its being able to accept the fact that they can spend time with others.
When you look into his eyes and see a special look,
When you look at her smile and see how bright it is,
When your stomach gets butterflies whenever they walk by.
When you see them and jump for joy,
When your hands spark when they intertwine,
When your heartbeats beat the same.
When you never want to come home without them again,
When he steals your heart,
And you steal his last name.
ScarsWounded I stand,
On the battlefield of hope.
Everyone stands tall and proud,
While I begin to fade.
My fellow soldiers leave me behind,
They are cured of depression.
And I stay back,
My hope bleeding out of my skin.
I grab to their boots,
Clinging for dear life.
"Sir, please help me!
I'm dying, please save me!"
But every man shakes me away,
Continuing to walk away from me.
I watch them go,
And wait for my demise.
But God lifts me up,
And my wounds are healed.
I can now walk,
Thanks to my precious Lord.
My mind will never be cured of this pain,
Not until I die.
Because my scars still show,
Reminding me of my constant struggle.
But I shall go on,
For I am no longer afraid,
To get cut,
To live in pain.
I know that this is only temporary,
I know it will disappear one day.
I will survive,
And I will be fine.
My WorldWhy are we born into a world of hate?
Knowing all the negative is surely our fate.
Why does the beautiful turn out bad?
Why do we feel the hurt, the pain, and sad?
When everything is right, something goes wrong.
Then all the other good things follow along.
It seems as the light at the end of the tunnel becomes dimmer each day,
But deep in my heart, I still have to pray.
All we have is our hopes and our dreams.
But in our reality nothing is as it seems.
That's why I sit in my own little world.
Away from reality that is mixed up and swirled.
When I am there, I let myself go.
It feels so good to release and not let anyone know.
And in my world, it is peaceful and calm.
No worries, not tension, no sweat in my palm.
In my world the sky is always blue,
the grass is green and the birds sing, too.
It is the only place I know where the lions lay down with sheep.
All are at peace and are fast asleep.
So if you should ever feel the need to get away,
Come with me- to my world one day.
FranceXReader: Talking to The Moon________'s P.O.V.
The sun began to dissappear off of my window seal and set into the horizon. I watched as the glourious moon rose into my view, shimmering with its beauty. I climbed out of my bed and walked over to my chair that I had placed right in front of the window. i opened the curtains and sat down in the chair, staring and smiling at the moon.
My room was dark and black except for the light of the moon and its comrades, the stars. I pulled off my neckless that said Love Never Fails and smiled at it. The memories it brought back were bittersweet but perfect and pure bliss. I looked back up at the moon and glared into its core.
"Moon, how do you do it?" I whispered to it. "How could you be so lonely and not do anything? HOw is it that you are surrounded by all these worthless stars, but you barely ever get to see the one you truely love? How is it that you go so long without seeing the Sun, and you never break apart?" I asked, thinking of my own experiences.
"How is it that you
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
GoldfishLove, you have the memory
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Hide YourselfYou'll need red thread
You'll need to pretend
Not to bleed from their words
Sew up your feelings
Keep a smile
Act like you don't live in Hell
Do not cry
Do not frown
Do not sigh
Do not make a sound
Don't be sad
Keep your feelings on a shelf
Don't be mournful
Don't be yourself
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
Words UnspokenNo words ever find me,
At the Time When I need them.
If only I could make them see,
They're cutting me down at the stem.
I hate the words unspoken,
They so often leave me broken.
Yet I can write them on paper,
They come out now, then taper.
This 'now' is never the right time,
Every last thought is a crime,
Because I have to wait 'till later,
Before to my words I cater.
No amount of desire,
Can make these words fire,
From my mouth, like a cannon,
Like my words it's been bannin'.
These words are unspoken,
And my heart...has been smokin',
From the fires they started,
On this 'sea' left un-parted.
So I'm left flying poems like flags,
At this time when my heart drags,
Because I never spoke out,
Never said what I'm about.
I only had written them,
Which makes me tear at the hem.
I aspire to speak,
All these words unspoken.
on finding yourself.finding yourself feels a lot like losing yourself at first.
remember, that moment of free fall scares the shit out of everyone,
but part of becoming who you want to be is tearing up the foundations
and rewriting yourself.
it's facing down your demons instead of burying them,
it's learning how hard change is
change is the most difficult thing;
on the bad days,
keep your head up
remind yourself where you want to be
instead of hating who you are.
self-acceptance is a fragile thing,
learn to wear it on your breath
so it is the first thing you smell every morning
wear it in your ears
so you don't need to hear it from anyone else
say 'I am enough'
you are enough.
hold it up to the light and admire the way
it makes you grow like grass towards the sun.
The End of FriendshipThe End of Friendship.
It ends not with anger,
Nor with Harsh words,
Or even fists being thrown.
The End of Friendship,
Is at the very end of the road,
Which does not end with bricks of hate,
Or with rude phrases.
The End of Friendship,
It takes year to come.
It gives you time,
To enjoy the memories.
Because the End of Friendship,
Does not Come by Choice.
It comes when you die,
Or the friend you loved.
The End of Friendship,
Ends when you are split physically,
But Friendship never ends,
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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