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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
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
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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