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How To LeaveLeave at the beginning:
when the goodbyes are still beautiful,
when the sun is bright,
when the city is asleep;
sneak out in the night
when the kisses are still
whiskey flavoured and smoke hangs
vibrant in the air
like christmas fairy lights.
Leave at the end:
with the bittersweet tang of regret,
with the angry bile rising.
Leave in a torrent of swears;
a maelstrom of tears,
an avalanche of baggages
a whirlwind of heartbreak.
Leave while you're still beautiful:
young, wild and free.
Leave in a state of confusion;
that the delta spans forever,
that the triangle of hope dangles
a carrot in the distant future,
a leftover promise,
a stray beginning,
a purposeful tomorrow.
Leave in the middle:
before the goodbyes get hard,
while the love is stagnant
while the pauses are pregnant
while the tomorrows hold both
hope and disaster,
when the kisses are still
Leave when you're longing,
while you're ready,
while you don't know.
Leave because you don't know
spare yourself and him
I Couldn't Not Write. I Couldn't Un-write.And I realize that shit happens;
that the kids with scars
are the kids who lived.
I recognize that running away is my philosophy
and I'm airing dirty laundry
in private places
with public speeches
I realize that in a world of experience
I am inexperienced;
trying to survive
because damn living,
I'll be glad if I could just
wake up and drag myself out of bed.
And I understand that
people who love what they do
don't require 800 alarm clocks
to get them out
and I realize that we don't always get what we want
and being an adult means
facing your problems,
not running away.
I realize that deep inside,
I'm still just the hippie kid
smoking weed under cherry blossoms
trying to fit philosophy
into neat boxes marked
Kierkegaard, Marx, Schopenhaur;
I realize that living is a state of being
and you never really live
unless you recognize death
And I realize I've died
about a thousand lives over:
starting anew each time
with the same mindset
and maybe it's ti
we try to fit
into the skins of others
we admire by
liking the things they like
and trying to understand
in some warped way
we're all trying to belong
long to be
our innate human selfishnessthe frustration builds
and the resentment bubbles
and i'm starting to wish
i was alone
more often than not
and we're drifting apart
in ways that are too natural
and beginning to see
the cracks in the concrete veneers
we built up the walls
full of ass-inine conversations
and you make a fool of me
while i make a fool of you
and we toss the ball
to play the game
each blaming the other
for our own despair
when the simple fact is clear:
the frustration builds
and the resentment bubbles
because you are not enough
and i want too much
and i am too giving
while you are too taking
and there are cultural differences
most especially between the dutch
and i can spout words in your language
like i was born speaking them
but i cannot speak your mother tongue
without feeling foreign
and it is what it is
ik hou van jou
but i've learn that
time is the greatest truth
and our walls of deception fall
and you are who you are:
a true dutchman after all.
MonsterOnce upon a time, there was a boy who loved and the girl who broke him.
These are the thoughts of a chronic liar; stripping away the deceit so that all that remains are the simple truths – the apologies said but never meant; the mother who gave and the daughter who took; the brother who paid for the sister’s sins; the father who left and never looked back.
This is the attempt to strip away the gild, to remove all falsities and to get back at the truth: to uncover the innocent soul that still lies within. To remove the mask of pretend imperfections and accept, wholly, with acceptance and understanding that I am my father’s creation, but not his monster: the monster is I, and I alone.
I’m a chronic liar, and worst still, a talented one; with a natural affinity to words; I abuse them and use them to my benefit, manipulating any situation in my favor – the ugly truth that hides behind a pretty face.
I cheated, and I got caught, and I tried to make it right wit
and i'm sorry, so i'm starting againan apology in three parts:
one, for the boy who loved me
two, for the mother who gave and
three, for the brother who accepted.
we are the faces
of our own demons
and i am my father's creation
but not his monster.
the monster is my own doing;
and once upon a time, this
was what broke a perfect boy;
and the hurt carries forward
generation to generation until
it becomes ingrained in the mother
who didn't know how to show
love in any other way
and the brother who's paying still
for his sister's sins; quiet saint
fighting his own battles; growing up
wild grass sprouted
and the girl who's tired
of gilding words with pretty meanings;
wanting to strip bare and accept
the monster she's become
the socio-path she's on
turning away from what's easy
trying to separate
fiction from lies: intertwined
and it's not others i distrust,
but myself; having seen the truth -
so disgusted that i built a new effigy
filled her with lies
for stripped bare, i am
the cheater, the liar, the sister, the daughter
dysfunctionalit was the kind of town where if you blink,
you miss it as you drive by;
it was one of those places where safety
was the tight-knit community
rather than law enforcement.
she wasn't the kind of girl to raise her voice
or make eye contact with strangers.
because she wasn't the type
to party or stray far from home.
he was that boy who threw his fists around,
looking to begin a fight to prove his worth.
he was a party animal - rowdy and wild -
and somehow his bad boy attitude
brought him straight into her world.
she buried her nose in books on a daily basis
but never really believed in fairy tales
or happily-ever-afters or true love.
she didn't trust "too good to be true"
because she was wiser than her sixteen years
or thought she was, until she met him.
he hung out with his friends nonstop,
didn't know what solitude felt like.
he wasn't stupid enough to think his life was perfect
and he knew that cussing and drinking
wasn't the way to make something of yourself.
except, he never really g
BarriersI wish that I could tell you
Exactly how I feel about you
Emotions are hard
But words are harder
You think that no one cares
No one could be bothered
To talk to you
To comfort you
To love you
This couldn't be any
Farther from the truth
I will always be there
In one form or another
I hope you understand that
you are my checkpointthere could be
-2 different paths staring me down
-4 different winds pushing me eastwestnorthsouth
-100 eager whispers saying yes
-200 hissing whispers saying no
-a beginning unfolding here
-an ending unfolding there
-7 billion stories begging to be told
-a golden angry sun
-a soft dreamy moon
-and all of the singular, infinite stars
and i would still
find my way
home to you.
WarmthA warm feeling within my heart
What is it?
Somehow it makes me feel happy,
Even more forgetful than usual.
Simple things like the flickering of lights
As they go out at night.
Twinkling of the stars.
It's different now.
This warmth in my heart
That constantly tugs at my heartstrings.
What is it?
This feeling makes me smile,
Forget my troubles.
For now I'll be fine not knowing.
I still have time to figure it out.
Just being here with him is enough.
Beautiful PeaceThe roar of the storm,
Ringing in your ears,
Crushing you to the cold, hard ground.
Thoughts swimming in your brain
Like fish in the ocean,
Confused and unsure of where to go.
Eyes meet and lightning sparks, lighting up your vision.
A sunlit smile bursts from your sewn-closed lips
And reaches his within a flash of light.
A strange new feeling reaches your heart;
Yet also confusing.
Feeling his gentle touch,
Flames erupt as your body tenses
And your hears flies up to the roof
On angel-soft wings.
A breeze of silence sends a chill down your spine
As you relax at his presence,
Your heart falling back into it's rightful place
To send gossip to the brain.
Dying down, the storm soon ends,
Knowing it can't overpower the first feelings of love.
You feel his arms wrap around your body,
But instead of pushing away,
You relent and let them.
The warmth of his body
Heats up your cold, painstriken heart,
And you refuse to move;
To love the precious moments
Of beautiful peace.
creepypasion (fanfic yaoi benxjeff)CAPITULO 1
Jeff se dirigía al mundo humano para cobrar la vida de alguna víctima y de paso tal vez comprar un nuevo videojuego el cual jugaría con su amigo y compañero Ben. Últimamente en lo único que pensaba Jeff era en ese pequeño link ¿pero porque? ¿Qué había de especial en ben? Sus pensamientos fueron interrumpidos cuando sintió que algo lo había golpeado en la cabeza.
-¡¿Quién me golpeo?!- grito Jeff mientras miraba a su alrededor en busca del culpable, pero para su sorpresa no había nadie solo se veía el bosque que estaba a unos cuantos metros de él.
-pero qué extraño, juraría que alguien…- Jeff sintió de nuevo un golpe en la cabeza, pero esta vez cuando volteo vio una sombra que entraba al bosque.
Comenzó a seguirla era bastante rápida pero Jeff no la dejaría salirse con
Like the SunWhole.
That's how I feel when I'm next to you.
You may not know it,
but you have a part of me
that I can't afford to lose completely.
So if you please,
let me stay with you, love.
Like the sun,
my life depends on you.
You may be big headed and I may love pestering you,
but you make me happy.
You make my life complete.
Like you said yourself,
"She's sad because the sun's far away"
So I'll make sure to keep you close to me.
5. BreakupNow that we're over
I feel like now
Would be a great time to say
How much you meant to me
Not as a friend
Just as a person
Because as I leave you now,
A new chapter opens up
For both of us.
This might be hard
But please remember
That you meant so much to me
Not as a friend
Just as a human
And as an experience.
I hope you've had fun
But now's the time
what unfinished meansi will paint you with a smile.
may memories be
in saccharine sweetness
that young love
it's a bit unfair,
this bitterness that wages
a war between my senses
for what's meant
and what's not.
i will paint you with a smile
in the memories that devour
the loss i feel so keenly within
this heart that's beating slowly
you will write me when you want
and that is enough
because i am an unfinished concept,
an abstract work,
a grotesque example of
the bittersweet madness
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