Thinking about life...Im sitting on the swing thinking about life. Why I ask does life have to be so hard. Why cant it be easy? Every body get along with each other. Like it used to be. But now people are just rude idiots. So we can't have just a peaceful walk in the park without someone trying to rob us.Thinking about life... by Isabelle19981316
If only....If only I was back to when I was the lonely girl in the dark corner talking to herself. With no friends. Wanting to die seems like a great thing. But I have people caring about me. Laying there lifeless, bright red blood pouring out onto the floor. The dull glory look in my eyes. The last tear falling out of my eyes. Last time I have to be depressed. Nobody should care. Nobody needs too.If only.... by Isabelle19981316
Im sorry..I hope you know this is hard for me too. I still love you. Im sorry I still loved somebody else. If I could erase me from your memory I would. I'm sorry your going through this pain. But baby I am too. I still wanna be friends at least..please?Im sorry.. by Isabelle19981316
Love HurtsLove hurts you in the end. It gave me black eyes and a broken nose. It shoved me against a wall and crushed my heart into a thousands pieces. It beat me up and left me to bleed to death. I’m watching the blood pour down onto the floor. Watching the bright red “love” race down my arm. Love is great when you have it, but end the end it hurts you. Never fall in love with two people. You would want to kill yourself. Its hard to love two people. Why am I so stupid? Why does my heart have to fall in love so easy?Love Hurts by Isabelle19981316
FireSteel blades fly,Fire by SenselessApprentice
like bells they sing.
They mourn for blood
and cut the wind.
They whisper sweet,
of burning fires.
Where they were forged
with their desires.
My blade sings
only for ones blood.
Howling till they taste
red rivers of his flood.
His BallerinaA gown of silk, flowing as a stream,His Ballerina by MikkiMarie
Her footsteps so gentle, perhaps she was a dream,
As he crouches near bushes to glare at the unseen,
And she danced like ballerina.
Her fingers combed her golden hair,
A perfect lady who didn't care
To see the man that would never dare
To touch a ballerina.
But desire grew, and patience died,
As a lovely girl danced before his eyes,
So he buried his heart, pulled out a knife,
And tickled the ballerina.
She fought his hands, in fear of death,
A dirty blade sinking through her chest,
For he would never settle for something less,
As she screamed,
She took her final breath...
And the wind grew calm, barely blowing on the stream.
Her voice so quiet (perhaps it was a dream).
As he closes his eyes, cradling his queen...
His beautiful ballerina.
Do you still care? Do you hate me? Do you still love me? All these questions running through my head when I see your face. I wish we could have at least a friendship better than this one. But you don't want that. I'm used to people leaving me and treating me like this. Remember I still love you.