It's Not RedIt's not red. I always thought it would be. That's what they say it is in the books. Red heart, red blushes, red sex, it all equals red love. But it's not red.It's Not Red
It's not instant. I always thought it would be *bang.* But it's not. You don't fall and you're there. It's not love at first sight. They said I would wake up one day and not be able to breathe without seeing him. But it's not instant.
It's not perfect. I always thought that there would be no problems. That once I was in love, we would be so happy nothing would be go wrong. But we fight. It's messy. Miscommunications, jealousy, busy lives. It is absolutely won
UnpredictableWhy do things like this happen? One day, a normal, happy, high school boy. Next day, he's struck by a car running a traffic light and goes into a coma. Today, he's gone. Dead. My friend's mother raised her children, led a girl scout troop, and was a sweetheart to all who knew her. Now, she finds out that she has pancreotic cancer, and that by Christmas Eve her daughter will no longer have a mother. Another mother, a kind, loving woman, has known she has brain cancer for a while. There is a school fund and action committee, and people are raising money for research. But invariably, she is still going to die. Death plucks awayUnpredictable
Forbidden FruitI want to bite into your wicked flesh And lick the juices from your beating skin I want to hold you closer to my heart And deeply inhale your forbidden scent The ringing voices say you're no good But that sinful look can reel me in I want your silent fingers to dance across my skin Your eyes to take hold of mine I want your smirking lips on my blushing neck Your heart to beat contraband rhythms on mine. I want to push away those negative voices And pull your positive voice deep into mine I want you, your soul, your devilish tongue I am caught forever in your forbiddForbidden Fruit
SnapShots: Midnight SplashThe lights were off. Everyone in the household was asleep, from his sister to his parents to the dog. The kitchen was a maze of flat shine, moonlight flickering off the many glass-fronted cabinets. Dirty dishes that his mother pronounced on hiatus until the morning crowded the sink, and the granite counters were covered in random household paraphanalia. As he passed, he glanced at the piles of papers and magazines, catching random phrases (Get Your Best Body in 6 Weeks!; the billing for this month is as follows...; Cincinnati Reds on a Winning Streak???) in the moon's wistful light. Bare feet padding on the cold, tile floor, he approached theSnapShots: Midnight Splash
Oh How I Love the Dance We DoOh how I love the dance we doOh How I Love the Dance We Do
Oh how I love the dance we do tip toeing around emotions producing soulless similes mediocre metaphors and bull shit alliteration
We try to prove a truth that lies behind an army of sluts, whores, tools and the occasional psycho bitch
Oh, but that singular truth built of
stupid smiles intertwined hands and the occasional kiss Is why I will dance 'till the end.
I Was A MessI was walking home from school, and my hair was frizzy, standing up, flying all over the place, but I was listening to the music dancing it's way into my brain, drowning the world with it's beautiful melody, and I could dance.I Was A Mess
I was in p.e, and my volleyball team lost, we had to do 35 push ups, my arms were screaming profanities at me, my pits were sweating stains onto my ugly gray shirt, but when I looked up and saw my two best friends struggling just as bad as me, I could smile.
I was at dinner with my parents, and Great Aunt, she was telling them I'm a failure, to keep an eye on me, to not believe a word I say, an
Nine Reasons WhyWaking up beside you feels like falling. It starts out with a beautiful view, but now I'm seeing the consequences.Nine Reasons Why
Consequence #1- You're my sister's boyfriend. She's going to kill you, she's going to hate me. We'll be another stupid story whispered in the local diner.
I can see the stages of falling on your face when you wake up, but you seem to have fallen on a bed of flowers, and I'm on rocks.
Consequence #2- This is illegal, isn't it? I'm 17, you're 28. How can I love you so much, how could I do this?
We have spent two days in bed. We turned off our phones, and now it's time to get up. I
my percolator is smiling againthe other day, i was in my kitchen singing poems of fridges and freezers, when in the corner of my eye, i saw you laughing at me. from my peripheral vision, i laughed back and started telling you how i was doing. i blushed like a tomato as i reminded you of tragedies you clearly forgot. like when we tied the pinball sky in knots and magnetically bounced across Orion. or how we’d weave trampoline clouds into cottonball quilts, and you’d say they look like sheep; i wonder if someone counted them alive in their dreams. and of course, still in my kitchen, i reminded you of when we umy percolator is smiling again
It's a Life
Love
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The closest thing I can imagine to the thrill of being on a horse that is clearing big fences at speed is zooming down an icy mountain slope on skis
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"Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls" ~Marilyn Manson
If you cried when Axel died copy and paste this into your signature.
MAGGOT 4 LIFE!!
i <3 The Joker
I <3 Horror
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~RAWR MY NAME IS JRISS~
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