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I Love You SoI love you so
And it's sad you know
But what makes things worse
Is I'm trapped and cursed
Because you can't see
Things the same as me
And while you disappear
I'll still be right here
My head against the door
Always wanting more
After you've moved on
Because you were strong
You turned the lock
And the key's been forgot
Yet I'm handcuffed here
Because I lived in fear
And now I have to watch
You go run off
With some other girl
Though you're my whole world
upholsteryI hate insomnia. And I hate anxiety. I hate how they act as if I can control this, that if I try hard enough, I can eradicate this hell in an instant like it's controlled by some tangible button. I hate how they don't understand. They punish me for things that are out of my reach. I want to sleep but my body won't let me: it racks me with yawns yet refuses to keep me calm enough to slip away. My brain, that twisted little organ, keeps manufacturing scenarios that keep me awake; it mixes your voice with my fear and the shrill static of radio signals, the chemical burns of poorly developed photographs, schlopsing along in disturbed psychadelia. And all the while my heart pounds at the slightest mention of you, pulsing adrenaline through tender veins like Nirvana journeying through earbud wires. I crave your attention, for a taste of your narcolepsy so I can finally sooth this unbearable itch which keeps me from overcoming your obstacle. Constantly I find myself tugging at the stitching t
Best Friend (the Laws of Physics)Holding hands pulled us out of the pit both
The laws of physics did not apply
We would revel in rain, you and I
My fuse was lit, you'd spew fire
Hell hath no burden you can't share with me
Twins from separate mothers are we.
ReflexionaEstas cansada de llorar, de sufrir, de ser lo que eres…. ¿llegó la hora de partir?. Terminas de cenar, comiste muy bien, reíste con tu familia, todos se extrañaron, hace un par de meses no comes bien y siempre estas tan callada, pero seguro es solo una etapa, eso es lo que ellos piensan, pero hoy todo cambió, tu mamá piensa que ya has superado todas esas estupideces de niña pequeña y sonría, les das las buenas noches a ambos, los abrasas y subes corriendo a tu cuarto, corres, corres para que no te vean llorar. Cierras la puerta y te sientas en la cama, piensas en una carta, dejarles una carta sería lo mejor… “Queridos mamá y papá…" ¿pero que les dices? no sabes cómo decir que te odiabas, que te lastimabas casi a diario, que pedías un poco de ayuda, que ya no podías más. “Los amo, lo siento" es lo único que pones en la carta, solo eso. Tus lágrimas salen, estas de
Bestest Friend ContestBestest Friend Contest
''When our souls feel really''
I don't think there is love greater than the love between brothers, a lot more if they are twins.
My poem is dedicated to my dear sister and starts on a sunday, five years ago.
I had to travel with my mother for a period of 1 month , It was the first trip I did it without them, so far we have never separated from each other.
It came the day of the trip and she stayed at home with my father, I want to say that during the bus trip my head and my heart failed to calm down... thousand feelings shot me at the time,could not stop thinking about it and worrying of as is it in all this time.
After 4 hours traveling my head and heart wanted back with her, but this was impossible.
I spent those 27 days really badly, spoke with her by phone every 2 hours and she told me that she told me that couldn't eat or sleep...She also pass those days very bad... losing more than 5 kg.
I believe that the true friendship you can find it only in your
Living in DarknessLiving in Darkness
Blindfolded by my own misery,
there is no light for me to see.
My depression has become my friend
because it’s persistence never ends.
Never once has it failed to thrive
and I won’t deny that it makes me feel alive.
I’ve been drowning for far too long.
Is there a point in being strong?
Pain has become my blanket at night.
It’s the place I crawl to when I lose the fight
against the insanity that creeps at my mind.
One day, maybe peace I will find
and maybe I can return to the light.
But for now, the end is not in sight
so I will live in the darkness that binds me,
praying on day, joy I will see.
PugglesPuggles, Puggles, Puggles! We love puggles, and who makes them then miss callykarishokka.
Her creativity of this puggles makes fan go crazy over these cuties
She even sells her babies to those who want one, and creates more
But she makes the best Transformers Puggles for TFF (Transformer fans) that anyone ever seen
We really love your puggles and want to see more of it.
A beautiful woman in an ugly worldA Beautiful woman...
When I think of the word beautiful, your name always is the first thought to cross my mind. Images of your face flood through my brain putting a smile on my face. The outer beauty will fade so that is not what truly captivates my attention, the true beauty is the heart you hold close like a jade. You protect it's energy and beauty for the times when you need to bring joy and happiness to those you care about the most, and those care about you the most. The truth is my intentions were not to fall for you but I simply could not help but want all of you. I wanted more and began to crave your care, lust for your love, howl for your hugs which were the side effects from being addicted to a drug. Dreams of the future where I would wake up to your smile, to hold you close along with our child, the happy life and having you as my wife. Reading story books while you cook and goodnight kisses after washing the dishes. Sitting and drinking tea while you lay against me, sighin
Hoping for winter.Hello to the cold season.
I welcome you with open arms.
Everyday draws closer to the
Everyday I hope for the cold.
May winter last forever. May
it bring the next ice age.
Always a thrill when winter
A time for snow, a time for
joy, A time for everyone to
get along. Merriment brings
us closer to the snow.
For after all,
be a time of joy
and not a time for
BY MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THIS WASTELAND OF FILTH,
I WILL MARGINALIZE ALL OF THE FILTH AND DISPOSE THE DISSENTERS,
YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY,
BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE GODDESS IN HER GLORY?!
(can you keep it down, I think they can hear you-)
SILENCE, CHILD! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME!
YOU ARE A REMINDER OF ALL OF THAT CARE AND COMPASSION THAT
IS SO FUCKING POINTLESS! ALL SHALL DEFECATE
AT THE SOUND OF MY BOOMING VOICE!!!
(I thought we would try to be better than-)
WITH YOUR OBFUSCATED FEELINGS?!
(where is the forgiveness....)
WITH YOUR PLEAS AND THE BEGGING?!
(nothing but logic and determination...)
ALWAYS ACTING OUT ON EMOTION?!
(you are no goddess to me...)
HOW DARE YOU, FOALISH SOUL! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!
WHY SHOULD I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR OPINION OF ME!
I COULD HAVE YOU WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THIS EARTH
IN A SINGLE HEARTBEAT!
(but you wont, you need me-)
angel-of-milkywayMiss Angel-of-Milkyway's a fan of transformers.
Her drawings of TFP makes fans of Tf go underly crazy, and ask her for more
One of the best tfp art she drew is Happy Transformer Family, one of the best drawing that turned into a magazine cover for people who want to make Tf magazine.
Angel also makes cute TF babies that makes the fan go crazy over their cute bunny ears, and their smaller version.
We all love your TF art and hope to see some more in the future.
Cycle of a Broken HeartDusk welcomes the burial of my perfectly good heart
Shattered without even the chance for love to start
For the one single soul it yearned for most
Didn't notice and claimed a new host
Midnight stars console my depress'ed soul
Keeled over, teary-eyed, in it's giant hole
Wishing that I was the one he chose
To have and to hold, his delicate rose
Morning sunrise welcomes a new beau
The cushion to fall back on which softens the blow
He is the refuge I take comfort in
Though not as passionate as that first sin
Afternoon cycles such indecision
Which do I stay with, who I love within?
The one who has already been stolen
Or the one who I have started to console in?
The dusk once again returns with it's sorrow
The sun asleep before the come of tomorrow
And so the cycle endlessly courses
Until I, too, am buried beneath with the corpses
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