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Sometimes... It Just HurtsI'm stuck in rut in my life. I can't hear the sounds around me, the happiness seizes. I wish I could do everything right but, I always fall as I catch my breath.
It all hurts; I'm never good enough for myself. I can't even impress myself. I'm in so deep that no-one can save me. Not even the ones who love me.
I want to runaway and never look back but, that won't get me anywhere.
Screaming in my head is those cries I want to yell because no-one truly knows my pain. I am broken I have been for so long.
There is always someone one step a head of me and as much as I try I am always behind, even behind the ones who don't try or don't care
TearsFeel the rain dripping on your face
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken
Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds
The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears
Feeling cut off from everything else...
There's those times when
You just have to stand up,
Walk away, and be alone...
The little feeling
That something's missing.
The tug of loneliness
Pulling on the chain
Of the collar I'm wearing.
The shackles of dread
And despair keeping me
From running away...
The handcuffs of fear
Stopping me from fighting back.
There's nothing left to do
But to stand off
In the distance...
Staring blankly ahead
At the moving faces.
This empty shell doesn't
It doesn't feel happiness...
But I know one thing...
This soul does.
I wish for someone
Mind.Darkness surrounds me,
Shadows surround you.
The present threatens me,
as the past did to you.
Your memories, you keep at bay,
but your thoughts just seem to fade away.
Your murdurous thirst is always there
and you seem to be grabbing at your hair.
My thoughts aren't right
my head's too tight,
I have to fight
just not take flight.
I want it to end
I want it to end
Please will somebody help me then?
It's not to late
Never to late
say it'll be alright
but we know it's not alright.
Because of your past,
you will certainly fade last.
You will not find a friend in this world.
We are not one
but one and the same.
Our minds have turned against us.
King, let me take her handKing, let me take the princess hand
I’m just a jester, but I’m sure you’ll understand
That we’re in love, and I truly make her laugh
I’m no prince, but you have to give me a chance
I’m not wearing shiny armor; because I’m not weak
And I have no servants; I’ll finish my own deeds
I might not be rich; but she’s always happy
And I might not be perfect; but we are both who we need
So please King, open your eyes so you could see
That the princess and I are truly meant to be
I’m just a jester, but I only plead
For you to let us live joyous and safely
You Want Me To Go AwayMy heart is racing
Too many things I'm facing
And you can't listen
Because your not there
You won't try
To even understand
How am I supposed be your friend?
When you can't let me in
And you turn it all around
When you leave me out
I'm not the lies scattered in the sky
I'm not lying, it hurts to cry
About the things you let me go through
The pain you cause at times and not knowing why
The ache inside my chest grows and shrinks
Is it because I love you
Or just cos I hurt
I need you
I don't know if you want me too
With the way you turn away
When I see your face
Smiling my way
I grin back and have a good laugh
But, the laug
Do you hear it?
It hammers against your chest.
Do you feel it?
It smacks against your breast.
Every tremor cracks your rib,
Every crack jolts your senses,
Red mass thrums against bone,
Rotund, Fleshy, Grotesque.
Crimson flows within wires
Swollen like bruised skin,
Thunder gathers in your ears,
Heat swelters across your cheeks.
Do you hear it?
Bulbous, Gelatinous, Grotesque.
ListenCan you hear me
Listen to my cries
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen
Maybe you can't hear me
I'm just not loud enough
Rain SongA thundering fanfare
The shattered sky
And the hot air scatters.
At long last
You have come.
You cast out
The wild passions and frenzies
And a still mind.
With your icy command
You drive away
Asking no questions
Demanding no rewards
All seeing and all knowing.
Pounding through arteries
You fill my lungs
Seeping into every bone.
Washing me away
Until nothing remains.
AloneSilence... The breath from which her emotions flow...
Adorned with depression that appears to her so fluently...
A voice... Slow and soothing, whispers hateful abuse...
Smooth strokes... Ornament her limbs with gore from all of these things...
Silence... She feels so alone, a misfit child in a world of her own...
A voice... Her piers who mock unknown of her pain they cause aloft of every other word they say...
A love... Of which she doesn't understand...
She believes he feels nothing when he holds her hand...
No one hears her cry... But if you listen so closely you may come u
A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.
Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.
A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.
Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.
Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made
Contract 'Peace. I just want peace.' With the last sentence written, she placed the note on her empty pillow. She pulled on her black converse and turned towards the open window. 'They won't notice I'm gone until it's too late.' she thought a little mournfully before slipping into the cool summer night. The dark house loomed in front of her, each window black and empty. 'I wonder how long they'll assume I'm sleeping in?' Memories from that very morning came rushing to the front of her mind. She could almost hear her mother's angry voice yelling from outside her door. "Is she still asleep?" Her silver blue eyes began to bl
By Day By NightI was an angel,
I was a hawk,
I wasn't gonna fail,
I could walk the walk,
I was a hero,
I was a knight,
Nobody could see though,
I was losing a fight,
I was a bright day,
I was a full moon at night,
Whatever I'd say,
Would come out right,
I was a breath of air,
I was a ray of the sun,
A battle balanced unfair,
Yeah I still won,
The days of the fighter,
The nights of the brave,
Feel oh so lighter,
Not more I can save,
The days of the winner,
Those nights so cold,
Have lost their shine,
It's grown so old.
I'm a particle of dust,
I'm apparent and frayed,
I'm filled high with lust,
My hopes, oh they fade,
I'm a shadow
I Can TryI can listen to everything you have to say
And try my best to make you feel better
Make the difficult times easier for you
I can hold you close and make everything else disappear
Let you take out your anger and frustration
Promise not to go anywhere
I can tell you I won't leave you when things start to fall apart
But that doesn't mean you would do the same
When things start to get hard
I can love you with all of my heart
Miss you so much it hurts to breathe
But that won't make you come back
Make you want to be with me
I can try to convince myself that there's someone else out there for me
That you don't still own my heart
Chapter 2: READY OR NOT HERE LIFE COMESREADY OR NOT HERE LIFE COMES
Chapter 2- No Son of mine is going to train
Disclaimers: I don't own DBZ all rights belong to the creator.
Cleaning the house isn't an easy task I tell you, there so many dirty things in here; the laundry (which Goku keep constantly piling up because he must train), the dishes Goku keeps using and well EVERYTHING!
Does he ever help me? No!
It's like a child who can't do anything but, babble and eat with their mouth full which we all know Goku does the whole eating with his mouth full.
It's like him touching a dish to clean is foreign to him and against his saiyan heritage or something
Chapter 1: READY OR NOT HERE LIFE COMESREADY OR NOT HERE LIFE COMES
Chapter 1- I don't want him to be scared
Disclaimers: I don't own DBZ, and probably never will sad face.
Note: This chappie is in Goku's point of view.
My life has changed so much. When looking back I didn't have a wife or son ten years ago, I was living with Kami. Not that, that is bad or anything, it just gets kind of lonely.
Life now definitely looking up; I keep getting stronger, my son's growing up and my wife is wonderful. She's so loving, she makes the most wonderful food and at night we do fun things in bed
But, something things have got me looking down. Chi-Chi doesn't like that I try and cha
Prologue: The Love For A FatherTHE LOVE FOR A FATHER
Notes: This is not a yaoi, just going to say. Also this will not have sexual assaults either. This is going to be pure angst just the way I like it.
Prologue Disagreements Were Only the Beginning
I ran away. I didn't look back. I meant it, what I did. I had a good purpose for it. I mean it!
I tried to look back but, you don't anymore.
I tried to hold you in my arms, you won't.
I tried to care, but you can't.
I tried to be strong, but you make me feel weak.
I try to speak, but it's like you've taken that from me.
I can't breathe; you send shivers up my spine
You push and push until I've had enough
Chapter 1: Chosen By FateCHOSEN BY FATE
He's gone he's really gone.
He promised he wouldn't leave, but why? Why did he have to leave me?
Aren't your parents always supposed to be there no matter what? I guess they are; they are obligated to. Did Dad feel he had to be there for me or was it that he loved me that he went away?
Daddy, I don't understand. I don't understand, you said so many things but, they made no sense. That piece of paper you wrote was dated back to when I was two. TWO! How am I supposed to make sense of any of this?
I've read that piece of paper many times. There is one thing I don't get
Look where the places
Chosen By Fate: PrologueCHOSEN BY FATE
These are my memories but, they all aren't so clear. I can remember some but, they feel scattered as if they were hidden in different places.
I can remember who I am; who my family and friends are. My memories with them, my battles but, my feelings they're lost.
I don't know where I am anymore. I feel alone, yet it's not like the idiot Adrian cares.
I swear if anyone in the world didn't have a heart it would be them. They did this; they took me away from them HE TOOK ME AWAY FROM MY FAMILY! THEY NEED ME! I think I need them ? I can't remember, in and out the memories come back. Then they go away.
I'm Still HereI'm Still Here
So much has happened
I want to take back what I did
No matter what I do, I can't
I tried to walk away before that day
I tried to break free
Yet I couldn't see so easily
There were too many flames
I could've escaped
But, I was trapped by a bright light
Thinking everything will be alright
Yet that was a lie
I am watching them fall deeper within
I can't believe I have done this
I look to see my life pass me by
I now cry
A ghost is what I am now
No-one can hear my sounds
I frown I can't see anyone look at me now
I want someone to see me
I want to know why I am here
They can't hear my screams
Always DefeatedI just run; faster than the wind. I can't stay. I won't.
All of this hurts
To remain standing, when all I am, is torn down.
Can you hear my screams?
Or just the silence
As I take a step into the unknown, will you hold my hand? Will you ever believe in me?
I keep trying but, all those words spoken, make me want to cry; to give up and to let go of all I know.
And you know the pain never stops. It's like a never ending empty void, which is sucking me in and I wonder when this will be done.
Will I be the one who won?
Or will I be the loser everyone knows me to be?
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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