|Favorite Photograph I have ever taken|
NightmareI dreamt of you again.Nightmare by PyroNova
It was so realistic,
That my heart ached upon waking up.
I knew it wasn't real,
But something inside of me wished,
Ever so slightly,
That this was a reality.
Why after all this time,
Do you still haunt my dreams,
I don't want to wake up finding myself,
In the pain you left me in.
I don't want to see these phantom dreams,
I don't want to face the past,
I want to move on and live in the now,
And find someone who I know is better than you.
I know I can find someone better than you,
Someone who willing want to fight,
And find me worth it in every way,
So why do my dreams cling onto you?
CorridorA long corridor stretches before me,Corridor by PyroNova
I see doors guarding me on either side,
But I do not enter them.
I walk past keeping my eyes ahead,
It's calling my name.
My heart skips a beat.
It's something I have been waiting for,
Something I believed only existed in my dreams.
Is it truly real?
Or am I still dreaming?
I head forward,
Listening to the sound of my name,
I am getting closer every day,
Soon it will find me,
The thing I am looking for,
But how soon is "soon" ?
Your VendettaIt's an acid,Your Vendetta by PyroNova
Encroaching upon my strength,
It's a monster,
Eating at my soul,
It's the anger,
Boiling up inside of me.
If you have a vendetta against me,
Tell it to my face,
If you want to get rid of me,
Then do it and don't drag this on.
You who wrongly accuse me,
Without finding the facts,
You who cowards and hides,
Behind a silly little letter,
I find from you three days later.
I know you talk about me behind my back,
To all my peers,
Always finding something to complain about.
You have your favorites,
It's clear to see,
That I am not one of those,
So, you try to push me away.
Too bad for you I'm a fighter,
I am going to stand up for myself,
And keep what I need.
You can't get rid of me so easily.
I will show you all,
That you are under false pretenses.
Secrecy Im searching for a loophole in the laws of my designSecrecy by Fire-Angel-10
I hate the little things I say, always at the wrong moments.
I cant explain this feeling
I wish I was someone else
I wish you were mine <i>
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards- by estallidos
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
My name is Megan, I am Twenty-One years old and come from North Carolina. I am currently studying at Mount St. Mary's University, Majoring in Chemistry with a minor in French. I enjoy the out doors, and love to take long walks and listen to music. I love to read and write however I have not had much time recently; but I hope to pick it back up soon |
Current Residence: The Library
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alt Rock
Favourite style of art: writing, photography
Operating System: Mac!
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Personal Quote: "Always take a risk, you never know what will happen"