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Insanty Plane 3"Curt!" Nati said reaching for him but stoping. "I can't do this. I'm not happy here."
The faceless man melted into the ground slowly The woman reached for him but couldnt move.
"NO! That's Not what I wanted! You can't kill him!"
"I'm not doing anything, You are. This is your reality."
"NO! THIS ISN'T REAL!"
"Real enough. Look at what you did to the nice pitiful man, ms. Nati."
Looking back to where curt was there was nothing but a puddle of bubbling gop.
"...No..."she mumbled sadly.
"YES!" Greg yelled laughing almost, "You killed him, you killed him! The only thing you had a chance to hold on too. I told you, you didn't want him here."
"That's not true!"
"The only person that truely wanted you, and you killed him."
"I WASN'T HAPPY!" Nati shouted as the room began to spin.
"I just wasn't ok!? I...wasn't... I can't force myself to be happy with someone."
Suddenly she is surrounded by mutplie Gregs all of them smiling.
"But everything else runs away from you, dont they?"
Nightmares againI had two guns in my hand. All I hear is screaming. I am standing by a very tall stair case. Looking over I see the bottom and the screams become clearer. They are children.
Jumping over the guard rail, I begin almost sliding down the stairs. Reaching the bottom I look around and see other adults looking like they didn't hear anything. There seems to be a block party looking around I suddenly find I have a group of people with me. I enter a library and find a floor latch open before I can even think about going down it an explosion happens. I hear more children screaming but I am forced to leave the building. Looking to my right there is another building almost in the shape of bleachers.
Once I climb up to the top I find there is a ceiling almost forcing you to lay down the woman next to me has a sniper rifle pointing to the Library's roof.
"Going to kill them. Going to kill them all."
I had a feeling she was talking about everyone in that library. I took a older of binoculars and look
For 'THE FAVOR' fan'sI am posting this as a submition dude to the very real fact that NO ONE READS JOURNALS!!! sooo.... Due to laptop issuse I can't update the comic. but believe me when i say the comic is done and just need to be colored.....It's done...ANd I have a few other pics to put up that alot of you will LOOOOOOVE Just please leave comment/request/critques here or anywhere else and i will reply to all of them.....if DA doesn't think i am spaming again LMAO!
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Zombiedays Intro-Chapter1 WIPIntro
Clank clank clank clank
"Jesus Christ, Jeff! Can you be any louder!? They'll probable be swarming to this place now!" Maria said in a hoarse whisper.
Her long reddish black hair pasted to her face from the hard rain. She was standing with two men and another woman in a large open building. Their 3 car pulled in at the furthest entrance with another group of people closing a pair of giant hurricane shutters. Maria was speaking to a man no taller then her with brown hair that was pulling a large bar door to another that was pulled out. The rain pouring was still pouring into the building as both doors meet and the blonde hair man locked them into place.
Jeff turned to Maria snarling "Shut your fucking mouth! They are fucking hurricane shutters and steel bars! You expect them to be fucking easy to close with out making a sound?!"
The other woman who was standing with them began, tearing up and breathing heavily. Her light blue hood clung to the short brown hair underne
Tell meAn angel gives up her wings because she wants to find love.
She looks for love but always loves a man who loves another.
She cries so much her tears turn to blood.
Tell me this .What happens to the angel?
What I wantMy heart hurts
It's so stupid
I keep fighting
Stubborn as ever
Foolish as ever
A big coward
A small girl
Never has won
Never will win?
I'm going to keep going
Head on into the fire
The one I sparked
I wont let it die
It has to burn till I see why
Why I want this
Why it screams my name
Why I've never felt this before
I can not let this end
Story of my life
Story of my heart
I wont let it break this way ever
Because this is stupid
The pure ignorance
I'll keep fighting
Stubborn as ever
Will not give up
Will not be wrong
Will not back down
Stronger then ever
Push me to the edge
Take me to the climax
Hold me to the night
I know what I feel
I know what you want
Why can't you see
I will make you
I will win you
I will make this fire burn in all it's beautiful glory
Is what I want
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
I like you alotWhy does my heart not hurt anymore
Has it truely broken
I feel somthing when I'm with them
When I'm with you
Do you feel somthing too?
Or are you numb like me?
Thinking that make me want to cry
Almost like it's breaking again
But It's broken already right?
Is it broken?
I don't think so
It flutters when you tremble
It sinks happly when you hold me
Well I guess when you held me
It beats when it reads your name on my phone
Does yours do the same?
I like the smile you give me
I love your smell on my skin
I could of fallen and stayed asleep in your arms
You would've of let me
You did let me
Is your heart like mine?
Is it broken but alive like mine?
Why can't you ask me to come over?
Why must I be the one to ask?
You know I like you alot
I know you like me too
I promise to let you fall slow
I promise to let you land softly
I promise I never break my promises
So ask me
I'll be so happy
I'll cry but you'll hold me
I know you will
Just ask me
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