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He Sees .:Into My Heart:.I know someone--he's odd.
Oddly seeing through and past my defenses and
Into my heart of crystal dreams which is
Trapped in a locked case of steel bars
Called my ribcage.
He doesn't care about my charm
And refuses to be swayed by my smile.
He is who he is, and his chocolate eyes
Gaze unfettered into my own of purified water.
Can you run from someone who sees your soul
Better than you see your scars?
Leaves drift onto the avenue, he likes to listen
To a barely heard whisper as they layer on the sidewalks
And I want to ask him so badly
Does a heart sound as soft as those leaves?
Is that why you like to listen?
The Last Battle
The night wind rustled through the trees; sending chills up people's backs. The town was winding down for the night. Shutters were shut and lamps were put out. Only a few people were still out and soon they too retreated into their homes. An eerie silence came over the town as its inhabitants slipped into dreamland.
Two yellow eyes looked down from the bell tower. They belonged to a man whose devilish smile and cynical demeanor made mothers usher their children quickly past. He had been perched in the highest reaches of the tower for two nights; waiting, watching and observing. He straightened from his position of leaning against the stone p
Down That Road - RevampedIt started out like it always did; just another companion to share some time with. Fleeting, like the ripples on a pond; gone before even registered. My sickly green eyes had been enough to keep them arms length before.
Eric Sato: I met him and his nerdy Asian smile the first day at yet another new school, my fifth in two years. Second semester, middle of the year, and everyone already had friends; everyone but him. We had art class together. He was a photographer. I liked to draw.
A week later we had a mutual understanding. We hung out. We ate lunch together. We never agreed to, it just happened. He was the weird Japanese boy, I the bitch
All GoneAfter he left, everything fell out from beneath her.
Her closest friend, gone. Those happy times they had together, the secrets they shared, the bond they had grown between them. All gone.
Was it right for her to feel safe in her own darkness? Pushing her darkest secrets into the deepest depths of her mind, never to be brought to the surface again?
The cuts and wounds she endured were cut deep, so deep they never showed. But they memory never ceased.
Like the downpour in the winter, and the drizzle in the summer. In her own little shell, she wandered around in her solitude contently.
But her life, oh, the harsh reality. That was the only
RealitySurrounded by the nonexistent, with only my mind to comfort me, I am alone in this world I call my own; trapped in my imagination forever. Life is but a dream - a nightmare, even. A twisted hallucination created by my thoughts in the true reality, changing in stranger and stranger ways as my sanity fades in the life I cannot remember, the true life, the real life, the life I somehow cannot live. This life I experience is just my thoughts playing tricks on my sense of reality as the insanity calls me closer and closer still. As I lose faith in humanity, the frayed ends of my sanity slowly begin to burn away. The flame of my mind flickers