PopRocksxLove

Flowers bloom and roses wilt in your memory. Thistles pluck our chapped fingers, as we tear away the peatals; one by one. The summer breeze is blowing, and ravens are gathered among the long forgotten street lights; chirping their sorrowful, undying song.  The sun is fading behind pillowing clouds of  regret, and rolling hills full of grief. Leaves are falling all around us in your memory. Their lively colors disapate into cracked and broken shells of what use to be; gone, but never forgotten. The temperature drops, and our shivers remind us of the cold Autumn days wasted; taken for granted. Snowflakes coat the ground in your memory. Blizza

ok, first off i wanna tell you that you are a very mean, rude, hypocritical woman. how dare you call my father, yelling and cursing at him. how dare you tell him you hope he dies, and saying he raised me wrong. you have no right, i mean NO RIGHT to tell my father that he has raised me wrong. i for one, think that he is a great father, he's not mean, he has given me everything ive ever wanted. and he WAS AND STILL IS HERE FOR ME. ya, i get that you wanna get back into my life and stuff. but barb, you just messed up, you messed up big time. you, think my father has raised me wrong? just becasue im bisexual. how dare you say that. thats what mak

your brown eyes remind me of autumn, beautiful leaves swaying in the breeze. saying goodbye to the past summer, that has come and gone. saying goodbye to the rainy days, that kept us inside. saying goodbye to our homes, that lye on the branches. saying goodbye to the short life we had. because now are leaves turn colors, and the green fades, our leaves fall from the trees, and now the trees are bare. our leaves are on the ground, dead, and forgotten. our leaves now blow away in the wind. autumn is here.

i try and lead a normal life, but nothings the same as it was before. i cant go back, i want to but i cant. my heart has been locked away behind a great door, and I've swallowed the key. not letting any thing in or out. you look at me with pleading eyes, asking why? i shrug my should not wanting to reveal emotion. because i know if i do, the tears will come, and i will fall into your arms. the arms that have many a times cradled me, with love and support. so here i am a staid faced monster, watching life pass me by, not wanting to move. i've done the things ive done because they ease the pain, it subsides the tsunami wa

my life has been like a orchestra, sweetly playing an unknown melody. i tug on the strings upon my harp. but some strings have been cut, sliced and slashed. Broken. i continue to play, or at least i try. but ive lost the beat. and everyone is playing on without me. seemingly not paying attention. i try and tend to the strings, but they gash my shaking fingers open. with bloody fingers i pluck, three final notes. the harp thus shatters into a million pieces. leaving me tear drenched and bloody, as everyone around continues to play.

why must people feel the need to act like someones friend, but the moment that person steps out of hearing distance they start to talk baadly about them. and then that person comes back and the person that talked badly about them and all the others that agreed with that person act like they are friends. i just dont understand how someone could do that. yes i do admit about talking badly about some select people, but i dont purposly do it. and i definatly do not  act like that persons friend when im around them. i just dont understand human nature.   also, i  can not stand when i see two happy people that are together, and then when they are

he cant belive things are looking up. things are better now than before. he smiles and means it. he has a hand to hold. and lips to kiss. butterflies flutter in his stomach. blood rushes to his cheeks. never has a girl made him smile this much. he cant believe everyones doubting it. saying that he's a fake. that she's too good for him. that he dosent deserve her. that it will all come crashing down soon. they wait and watch for any weakness. he cant believe they would say such things. he cant believe he use to sit in his room, alone. and cry. that he used to squeeze a pillow tight to his chest to quite his sobs. that he use to love a girl t

an unknown name, for an unseen face. bright eyes, and shining hair. slender thighs, and smooth legs. glisining smile, and a harmonious voice. im an unseen face for an unknown name. clamy hands, and sweating chest. wandering eyes, with shaking legs. raspy voice, and a sheepish walk.

this stupid acting thing. acting like im happy, acting like i care, my life's a big fucking play, and i dont know my lines. i hear them talking, i think they know, know that im faking faking it all, faking the smiles, to the glances that i give. i cant take it . i wish it would end, now, make it end now, i hate feeling like this, so angry, so irritated, argh.

hand in hand we fall, time slows, as we stare into each others eyes. nothing matters as we say our final goodbyes. hand in hand we hit the ground broken and twisted our bodies just lye there nothing matters because we are together. hand in hand time rewinds, back to the point were our hands first touched, nothing matters because ive found you. hand in hand we walk away, from the ledge, that was our tomb, nothing matters because i have you.