she wants to name
so no matter where they are
they'll still share one
By ZeroSometimes she thinks about math.
She wonders if there's an equation for her depression.
The number of times you cut yourself today squared,
minus the unhealed wounds from the day before
by the number of days this week you felt pretty.
The total meals you threw up in the last month
multiplied by the pounds you didn't starve off
by the number of times you told the truth about it.
The mean of the slurs hurled at you by strangers
and the ones flung by friends
by the number of people you know who love you.
She was never good at math.
She forgets you can't divide by zero.
the pills don't workA few weeks ago
my doctor called me
"You have a
with the tendencies of an insomniacthe loneliest part of her day
is going to sleep
knowing when she wakes up
she'll still be
She called me Ma'am. He called me Miss.The bank called today, trying to sell you life insurance. You let them babble because it's their job and you couldn't get a word in edgewise and you're too polite to simply hang up. When the woman on the other line finishes her spiel you tell her you're not interested, but she insists so you listen. Letting her speak for another minute couldn't hurt, right?
She starts telling you how you should be prepared in the case of a sudden death. Car crashes, drowning, equipment malfunction, cancer, disease contracted overseas, covered. You aren't going to buy this insurance but you want to ask if suicide was covered under it anyway.
But you weren't planning on dying. Not today, anyway. Not for a while. You stopped that.
She transfers you to another associate. You tell him he's wasting his time, because you simply aren't interested and don't have the need for this program.
He lists off some statistics. The number of people who die in accidents every year. What the average funeral costs in Canada
it was cold when I woke upI long to trace invisible trails
across your face, like wind
I yearn to feel your heartbeat
cuddled up against your chest
I crave all of your kisses
I ache to give you mine
Wishing upon a falling star
I'll sing you lullabies
Ninety-EightI want you here on my darkest nights
when razor blades can't scare the frights
and scars aren't enough to face my fears
haunting, taunting all of these years
I want you here on my brightest days
when sun shines dim under my rays
and our laughter comes in fits and starts
prancing, dancing never apart
I want you here for everything
The good and bad, the in between
You're HomeThe only place I know I'm safe
Is someplace I may never be
If home is where the heart is
I'm still living overseas
Red PenShe has a red pen, holds it close
Reminded of a boy
She plays with it but not his heart
A heart is not a toy
Sometimes she writes and stops herself
Afraid, for ink runs dry
Superstitious mind, she reasons
Red pens, like love, can die
She saves the pen, saving the ink
Never once she forgets
By losing it she loses him
Her heart is in his debt
honestly i double dog dare you
hey girl, lets play truth or dare.
well, im never honest but okay. truth.
how do you feel about me?
uh, i meant dare.
i dare you to tell the truth
how about you go first?
truth: when you toss quarters into kitchen sinks, do you wish i would die in your arms just so you could brag at my funeral how you were the last person to hold me? </i>
no, i wish all your clothes would turn to trash and your tears turn into the sandbox beach under my naked toes. truth or dare?
dare: i dare you to kidnap jejune jewelry from clamorous clamshells and request luxury via newspaper ransom notes.
my blistered feet and sunburnt heart have more bruises than your callous romance, but i will try. for you. truth or dare?
truth: if there was a snowstorm outside my window, would you strangle the shadows and rescue me from my fear?
no. id shovel up those pinstriped
The Game ~ Jake, Jinxx and CC S-M-U-TJinxx's POV
Jake looked down at me, casting his shadow in the darkness of the bedroom.
Like usal, we're all drunk and a bit high.
"Damn you're tall!" I said, looking up so far I fell on my ass. Jake giggled.
"You're so short!" he replied, scuffing my head with a strong hand.
"You shuddup!" I hissed.
"No you!" he yelled.
A smile broke over my face, remembering what I used to do to bullied in school when made fun of.
I leaned forward and grabbed his ankle, tugging with all my might untill he stumbled back and fell, hitting the wall.
"Prick!" he cried, holding his head.
Feeling bad, I helped him up. Onece again standing atleast 2 heads shorter then him.
"Is there a banana shoved in your front or are you just happy to see me?" I giggled, noticing something between his legs.
"Quit looking!" He turned to the wall, lookikng down over his sholder.
"It was an accidentttt" I said "C'mon."
He whipped his hair stripperishly, we broke down giggling like drunk little girls.
Love letter to myself.Small handed girl,
you've written the truth
of your scars wherever there's
space to write it
and I love you.
They painted over
the rape you wrote about
on the front door of
your Uncle's house
and I love you.
They took the floorboards
of your bedroom out where you'd
carved the shape of your
father's fist into their
and I love you.
You shook the sand of
your fifteenth birthday out of
your hair and into a jar
you keep under the bed to
remember a girl with crooked
teeth and bony knees who
fled and flew
and I love you.
You've built yourself into a
fortress with nothing but your
fingernails and shredded skin
and you let him in when he
waited by the door instead of
forcing his way
and I love you.
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
What is Love?What is Love?:
What is love but a simple impulse
An electrical signal that comes from the brain.
What is love but a debilitating sickness
It weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.
To what do we owe the pleasure of love
Does it come from a matter of personal taste?
To what do we owe the pain of love
As though all of our efforts are put to waste...
Why do we seek to fall in love
Is it because we fear a death alone?
Or perhaps there is a darker reason
One for which we need to atone...
Rationalise carefully, your reason for love
Perhaps the truth is deeper than you think.
Is your partner a genuine object of affection
Or simply a piece of the missing link?
Love can be a wonderous anchor
It brings us down to the safety of sanity
But abuse it once, and you will suffer
Such is the gift of humanity...
"Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
My name is Nine. What's yours?Oh, hello. Have we met? No?
Well, let me introduce myself:
I'm your future-husband. Oh?
Too generic? Okay. I'm your
future-boyfriend. I'm sorry, is
that too blunt? Fine. I'm the
boy who'll take your virginity.
Wait. You've already lost it?
Here, let me help you find it.
Let's check in the closet. No,
not here. Under the bed, or
under the bedsheets? Nope,
nope. It's always in the last
place you look, so it can't be
in your eyes. Or your heart.
Now tell me, who are you?
My soulmate, my truelove?
The one to take my sanity?
The one I can call Sweetie?
The one I've been missing,
the one I've been wanting,
the one I've written fifteen
poems for? The one to my
nine? Me+You = Perfect 10
You're not mathematic? Who cares? I'm no
good at chemistry or first impressions, but I
know a mutual attraction when I see one.
Edward.I think, At some point,
Everyone dreams of finding..
Someone whose name you call, or whisper.
And he's right there waiting.
Someone who hums a lullaby,
And holds you close, as you drift off.
Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight,
Whose eyes are often Topaz,
Someone who takes you to dinner,
And ignores the pretty waitress.
Someone who follows you,
Watches you always,
Secretly, Just to be sure..
You're always okay.
Yet has a good sense of humor.
Someone Ancient, Yet Young.
Who'll save your life, No matter what.
Who cries when you're injured.
Someone who cleans out even the deadliest wounds,
However impossibly hard it may be.
Someone to take you to your prom,
Dispite your complaints,
Who teaches you to waltz,
As you stand on his feet.
Someone who just knows when it's time.
When forever really means forever.
And takes you away,
For years to come.
lovelove is composed of....
the meeting of two eyes,
the trusting of two words,
the joining to two paths,
the holding of two hands,
the locking of two lips,
the meshing of two hearts,
the sharing of two dreams,
the union of two bonds,
the combining of two lives,
the bonding of two souls.
love is more than a simple word