Cannot forget
The first fatal kiss
The white-cold lips
That framed your breath,
Your hunger,
And gently (foolishly)
I succumbed.
You have eluded me
To my hearts content,
The apocalypse surrounds me
But the gray is calm
Residing in my veins
Like a sadness which drifts along
In an empty ocean,
And the cold,
Only the cold remains.
Everything I touch is beautiful,
Black and white decadence,
The earth,
My mind,
Time,
Space-
And you...
The search for you,
Somewhere amongst my dreams.
I catch only a glimpse
But I always feel the cold
Of being with and without,
Of being caught,
But alone,
Alone.
I seek the sun
As it slowly rises,
I still feel the cold
(Oh god! the cold!)
Let the morning dawn
Feed off your despair
So I may say good-bye, my love...
Good-bye,
My love.
In-Common
I am in the world that I was born into
But a stranger I remain
There is nothing that I cannot do
Especially succumb to pain
I try hard each day to assimilate
But instead I fall further into the deep
I tried extra hard to concentrate.
Frustration is something that I keep
Actually tribulations stay within my heart
The drama soars free
I get pushed around like a grocery cart
I wish for things that cannot be
I miss the childhood I never had
I miss the hugs I used to get
I wont miss the things that made me sad
But its hard not to forget
I dont understand separation
Confusion blurs my mind
I need to make alterations
But directions I cant find
Is it true that the sky is afalling?
Is it true that there is no light?
I cant hear you calling
I am too weak to fight
The legal incrimination
Stimulates my brain
The in-justification
Drives me insane
The mirror in my bathroom fell and broke
I cut myself and bled
I maintained balance and didnt choke
I carefully backed up and fled
Can one be angry and not be aggressive?
Can shallowness define you?
Can one be disabled and still be progressive?
Can the devil refine you?
Am I making any sense?
Does anyone ever listen?
I can walk with elegance
Yet, it doesnt comply with my intuition.
By: Fallen Jean-Baptiste
Hope
Hope...
The cold and hardness of the night make your weak body mold into heartless measures of the people around you.
Hope, when everything is gone it will still be.
A pinch of dust against the soft earth can be the biggest assortment in your life.
It can be Hope.
You could kill all that makes you hard and bitter,
End the pain and confusion altogether.
The reason you don't, Hope-
That tomorrow will be better than today.
When Hope is gone, people die.
Written By: Kristen Fine (XKrissyJohnsonX)
I Must
I must be fat
I must be thin
I must do this
I must win
I must start this day in a dire heat
I must run this race
I can't drag my feet
I must keep my secrets...hush hush
I must face my reflection
As I die for perfection
I must be caught up
I must not be let down
I must fake a smile
'Cause no one loves a frown
I must pick myself up
I must keep my head high
I must keep living this
'Cause either way I'll die.
By: Ellie Noelle
A Day of Soliloquy
JyDesolateShadow
A kiss.
Alas, a kiss has dare to put this smile upon my face.
But is a kiss not merely two sets of lips meeting in divine embrace?
Ah, and who am I to compare such earthly pleasure to heavenly bliss?
A kiss...a kiss is only a short lived sensation,
nothing that deserves to be missed.
Nothing at all.
There,I have extinguished my fiery thoughts.
Thoughts of those
lips so soft...
No,how foolish had I been!
How could I extinguish thoughts of her whom I've
dreamt of so oft?
If my thoughts of her be fire,
Then my mind,heart and very being are a blazing
Inferno.
It is her lips.
Her lips that smile, her lips that frown, her lips where all her
affections show.
Her lips are the heat I need at the bottom of an ocean floor,
For never before have I felt so cold.
To say that her kiss meant nothing is an act of a coward,
Therefore I ask,
Why must I be bold?
This chill I feel is indeed fear.
A twilight chill able to shrivel any man's heart.
I need warmth,
But to get it at twilight would mean to wake,
And thus, will my love and I not part?
The Write "Stuff"
Dearest anonymous -
I've read your paragraph in August's newsletter and I found it to be very disrespectful towards myself and probably other teens in general. Trying to put a smile on a person's face by offending their way of writing and their subject isn't particularly the way to brighten a person's day. The reason, I'd say, most "teens" as you so stereotypically wrote, do actually write this way is to make you think in a different perspective. The truth, I suppose. Your writing is fine, "not in reality," but the way we choose to write is differently. Yeah, it is depressing, but what if we can't put a smile on our faces? What if we don't see a pretty flower, but in reality, a dead one? Many people feel this way. It probably is just a stage, but we're going through it. There are many truths that you, and probably myself, don't realize behind the scenes, so let it go. If you don't like it, don't read it. Maybe that will brighten your day.
- anonymous
