Voices surround talking at paces beyond human belief. I catch random words, phrases. Hints of something long past. Long gone. The beginning is simply another end... another failed attempt at something I lost long ago.
We are. I am. And yet I am not. You see me, you hear me, but it's all in your mind.
(fiends and angels)
I am a friend and yet your worst enemy.
My name is Elizabeth, you call me by that name and I will shank you. Most people call me Eli and a few people are allowed to call me Elijah or Sabriel.
I hate most people.
I think most men are assholes.
I think you should die.
I hate your face.
I hate the fact that I hate you.
I hate that fact that I'll probably be friends with you anyway.
I am love, love complex.
Bullshit.
Mad Crazy.
Wicked cool.
And if your lucky,
You might be able to stand in my presence.
I was once asked to describe myself.
I am water.
I am fire.
I am contradiction.
Masochistic sadist.
Easily replaceable.
Hate, hate, love complex (as you already know).
I wonder if people actually bother to read these things.
I am human, or was once. I hardly remember anymore.
It seems as though...
Fading.
Not really one you associate yourself with.
Like those people you avoid because ((society)) has deemed it appropriate.
Wallflower.
Wondering why people still stick around.
Would rather feel the sting of rain then nothing.
Dance as I run.
Run away.
Saved.
Dance.
Ash
We are. I am. And yet I am not. You see me, you hear me, but it's all in your mind.
(fiends and angels)
I am a friend and yet your worst enemy.
My name is Elizabeth, you call me by that name and I will shank you. Most people call me Eli and a few people are allowed to call me Elijah or Sabriel.
I hate most people.
I think most men are assholes.
I think you should die.
I hate your face.
I hate the fact that I hate you.
I hate that fact that I'll probably be friends with you anyway.
I am love, love complex.
Bullshit.
Mad Crazy.
Wicked cool.
And if your lucky,
You might be able to stand in my presence.
I was once asked to describe myself.
I am water.
I am fire.
I am contradiction.
Masochistic sadist.
Easily replaceable.
Hate, hate, love complex (as you already know).
I wonder if people actually bother to read these things.
I am human, or was once. I hardly remember anymore.
It seems as though...
Fading.
Not really one you associate yourself with.
Like those people you avoid because ((society)) has deemed it appropriate.
Wallflower.
Wondering why people still stick around.
Would rather feel the sting of rain then nothing.
Dance as I run.
Run away.
Saved.
Dance.
Ash
- Last seen on Jun 29 2:16 PM. Member since November 28, 2007.
- I am a 16 year old girl from New Hampshire (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm taking over the world.
- I have 2 comments, 25 poems, 8 stories
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i.1 / The light is brilliant. blinding-2 / And it's tearing her apart.3 / ii.4 / she paints because it's
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I stared at her as she pulled out a pack of Salem Menthols and brought one to her lips. She flipped open a silver zippo and lit it bringing the flame to the tip of the cigarette. It flared red and she shut the zippo putting i400 words, July 1, 2008
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She was the kind of girl you ignored for some reason or other. Catching whispers of stupid rumors you thought (knewknew) weren't true but you stayed away from her anyway. You would try to catch her deep blue eyes, but all the
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Darkness perches at my door,
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Why am I still here?
maybe... - For Us at allpoetry
And the stars shone like heaven in our eyes. - Fool Man's Gold at allpoetry
Reaching out with broken hands to salvage what's left of
