Undertow....That's what I was telling her.he was being just like youand.. it hurt(not as much, mind you)because it wasn't just him.It was you too.and all i could think of was'Not again'because it was like the whole thing came backall at oncein a sudden rush of soundand i was being forcedto swim through the rapid tidesbut the undertow took holdand i was drowningBecause it was as if I was losing the both of youand it was impossibleTo reach the other side.To reach you.
Final Blow.i remeberWhen we used to crybecause of the heartless things you said.And i always triedto defend youlike the abused does to their lover.But they won me overAnd I didn't knowexactly whyAnd then... And then...Just when I thought, I could solve youYou dealtThe final blow.
Broken Heart.A broken heart cannot be mendedExactly like it was beforeThe stitches show,A scar is tendedEnclosing in a crimson warThough feelings race as fast as bloodRejection, loss, and much despairYou take a breathin comes the floodof reality's revealing air.It doesn't hurt as much, you seethe second, third and fourth aroundThough scar is freshit is simplyre-opened, traced without a sound,The open wound feels pain, indeedbut compared to the virgin timethe pain is lessthough it still bleedsTempting one to grace a rhyme.I guess that what i'm trying to showfrom inspiration's point, at bestyou're vulnerablebecause you knowThat reoccurrence knows the rest.
Of What?I don't know anymore.I just...I'm not sure. Of what?Of everything!Of... him. Oh. It's you.It's your fault, y'know. For planting the seed in your head. For making me aware.I would have remained stupidIgnorant of the existenceof love. But I told you.I tore you away from a comforted blissand exposed youto the concept ofa relationship. You're to blame for this, y'know.Now howam I supposed to face him?!How am I supposedTo carry out anormalcasualconversation.When all I can think aboutis that? Tell meHow you feel.Sort it out. I.. i don't know.I cant...tell.I don't thinkI'll be able to. I know. I can tell you.You?You can tell me?Then tellTell away.In a nutshell......Yes?... You love him.Love him?You reallyThinkso? Tell him.What? Go and tell him. Tell him... how I feel.Meet him, someplaceanywhereeverywhere.Close my eyesand say'I love you.I damn well love you,I always
Artist's BlockIf ever you get artist's block,though it's simply in your headknow that their are far worse things:Heck, you could be dead!So refuse to type the words for onceTake a breather, if you willThough it seems you're in a slumpThings will start to go uphillUntil you get so into it,That vivid text upon the screenThat you will hardly realizeYou're finished! See? And what a dreamcome true it is to you and Ibecause, isn't it so true;The very best accomplishmentsAre the ones that get done by you.
Syndicate: Because I Love YouToday, he was going to tell her.He was going to find her, and give her what he had made, and without hesitation say to her I am in love with you.And he was going to do it, just like that. After all, what better day to tell her then on her birthday? He had a gift. He had a plan.Now he just needed to find her.Standing, he had to stabilize himself on the dresser before walking. His knees shook with anxiety. His heart beat like a humming birds wings inside his chest. He breathed.In........ out... slowly now, slowly. You can do this, Syn. Youve practiced so many times before. Just... act natural. Calming himself, he fixated his usual serrated smile on his face. Yeah... just like that... good.He opened his dresser drawer, and carefully lifted out a neatly wrapped box.Its now or never, Syn ol buddy. He uttered to himself, as though to give himself the motivation to carry through with this challenge.The box in one hand, he w
Snow: Chapter 1SnowChapter 1It was, as some would call it, a horrible day.The overcast sky showed little sign of receding, and the bloated clouds had finally decided to release their hold: torrents and torrents of rain.Most had stayed indoors on this dreary day, preferring sleeping and dreaming over having to confront the world. Those who were awake took one look out the window and decided it was best not to leave the safety of their homes.But she didnt feel that way. A girl, dressed only in her pajama pants and baggy t-shirt smiled and laughed as she ran around in the early morning rain. She was soaked within seconds of departing her house, but seemed to pay no attention. She jumped into puddles, cheering with a strange sense of joy.Bare feet and all, she ran around; sprinting like a wild thing, grinning like a maniac. With each accelerated breath and each sporadic movement, she seemed to silently transform, she danced like there was nothing left to lose.The girl stopped her