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A scream, a cry, a cut, to die. She loves to scream,A scream, a cry, a cut, to die. by ~SABRINA628
To take her own breath away,
She likes to cry,
It's a distraction from the decay,
She needs to cut,
Since she wants to die,
What is her life now to the ones she loved?
A complete lie?
(c)SABRINA628
She Likes You She likes you.She Likes You by ~SABRINA628
More than her love for the arts,
Stronger than her hatred for Mackenzie.
She writes secret notes never to be sent in frenzy.
She dreams of times with you never spent.
She plans her run in with you.
Her whispers are about you, and her thoughts involve you.
She adores you.
Do you understand she feels for no other man?
Has stared at one picture for a hundred and one days,
Since she said that hello in the hall as you passed.
She sings about you in shower,
Has checked your Facebook every hour.
She tries to smell you hair.
She tends to follow you everywhere.
She's obsessed about you.
She knows your pets and parents n
Preferred Son Ambrose was a very docile boy, one who always appeased his parents' wishes. He was never gauche and would never castigate. Ambrose could be demure and diffident, but since his birth he was always the preferred son. Rueben the elder brother of three years was an irascible teen who had very negligent with his life. The Beckwell brothers had always been imical, but never loathsome to another. They equally had too much against the world itself then to bicker at each other. Rueben was an ignominy to the family, or so he's been told. Rueben didn't desire his parents that much either. He had a furtive want to expunge his family and their chums. HePreferred Son by ~SABRINA628
How will I do it? What if I tried it?How will I do it? by ~SABRINA628
I mean, I want to die from it.
And people would cry from it,
Wouldn't they?
Or would it be treated like just an uncelebrated day.
No one, but my family to pay?
He tried it.
And crashed, almost dying from it,
Causing a lot to rationalize life.
What if I did try it?
And not die from it,
Like before?
But before was an accident, a mistake.
Wouldn't it be nice for life to a have a retake?
Or an exit,
An easy check out before the game's over.
What real potential do I have anyway?
I never made a difference in any way.
I cried today, does that make it okay to self inflict pain?
I'm different and I know it,
Too
| Disclaimer: Literture Some of my best and worst writings for your enjoyment(: (c)SABRINA628 I will know if they are stolen o.0 |
Longing | April 15th 2011. I'am unreservedly commited to my writing, and naturally my family and friends. Whom I love <3. I write to ease pain and to record happiness with majestic words. I write for a challenge or to express my inner deep feelings, or the feelings of others. Journals and diaries are hard to keep at track with me so my poems usually help me mark certain feelings and events. I've been writing since I was nine, however I like to say I began at 12, when I first started my book series and many other serious stories during the time. I'm a Freshmen in highschool and at this point enjoying life with a few drawbacks. Having my life been conflicted with too many different things. I'm shy person, but do try to meet new people and make conversation when spoken to. Although infront of a crowd a childhood habit may sneak back to the present and I begin my old stammer. If you want to know anything else please do ask. Get to know me(: I also do take poem requests. |
