heartache like daggersListen! Can you hear it?There! on the Northern wind!Yes, there is a voice carried in the wind!Can you tell what he's saying? Yes, he is crying!But do you know why? No? He's crying over a broken heart.What happened to make him cry you ask? His love was taken away from him, and he greives her loss.How is that possible? Love makes people do eratic things.Listen closely to the wind! Hear his words!He whispers 'I love you' While his broken heart mends under a cold desolate tree.How do i know? Because i was once that boy, and i all i ever wanted was her.
Chapter 1-3Chapter one "Ahem.... Testing...ok, well we are going to get started here today. For today'slecture on writing we have brought in a special guest" The owner began. "Who'ssold many horror and macabre novels, not to forget fantasy and science fiction. Youmight know him from such stories as "The Shadow Walking, and Zombie outbreak.Here is pulzer prize winning Bill Watson!" The Bookstore owner went on. The store which was packed full of fans cheered wildly as the microphone wasfinally passed to the Intended speaker. Bill began to wonder where to start, ormore importantly which book to talk about. Bill had been married two yearsago, which had an influence upon his recent novels. 'Aw god, here we go again' Billthought as he sighed, and began to babble on about his new books. Most of the people in the crowd thought that Bill was the sweetest
Epic IWalking down a city street,listening to the pace of feet,hearing the shearing of rain,Bringing back the cries of pain.My minds eye opens a locked door,One that leads to a road lit poorly,The Visage can no longer be maintainedAnd the illusion is here fore unrestrained.Screams fill the cool wet air,The voices filled with agonizing despair.Shaking away my inescapable past,wondering how long this reoccurring dream will last.I unleash these vagrant thoughts upon the city,My body feels polluted with the enemies pity.My soul wonders and finds solace in a mysterious light,the light offers a refuge to all people with any plight.shall i enter?
Memoirs of a lost soul November of 2005 will be with me for the rest of my life. I lost a part of me withthe 19th of that month, and that part can never be replaced. I feel regret and sad forpeople, but I feel that I can not cry. Not sense she died. Listen well and I shall tell you atale of a life that had been changed by a sad event. November 1 2005 – I had two dogs on this day a large Husky Chow Mix and a littleChocolate colored Dauschound (Weiner dog) named Slinky after the toy story dog. Slinky had changed my life in many ways sense my family rescued her from a puppy mill. Slinkyhad filled my heart with joy and love that was lost for four years.On the first of November Slinky began acting different, as if in pain. Pain wascommon for an elderly dog of eight or so. My family and I overlooked it for the n
Black ValentineAnother becomes grim and darkAll the love and compassion has lost its sparkA relationship that remains destroyedA person turned on by those who employedA pathetic excuse used in order to break upAnother drink she takes, mixing schnapps upA notion of love to his daughter lost through abuseLeads her to drinking and crying to try and forget.He kept his daughter dear through the thickShe remembers the pains and hides quick.Her soul is burning up in flames of tearsAs She remembers all of those yearsShe'll always remember his last wordsthat he gave her while he was on his way"I love you, and Happy Valentines Day"
issuesI don't know what is happening, but something definately is. i can feel it stirring in my heart, changing me over once again. Oh god, i don't want to do it again, i don't wanna cut. it hurts so bad, yet he tells me that it is purification. I can't control myself when he's there, he takes over my body and makes me do unspeakable things.I wanna be good mama, i do, but hes perverting my vision. He turns every thing red, turns everyone against me. I wanna be free of this hell, but He won't let me go!. I am sick of this pain that i inflict upon myself, what will spilling my own blood prove? Why Can't i stop doing it? I hate it mama! help me! i beg of you mama!No one can see him, not even I. I know that He is there though! hes right behind me, everywhere i go. He's like a parasite dwelling into my brain. I hate this anger that he throws at me, i have no one to take out upon so i use myself.He thrives so much in the shower, that is where my imagination is free of sin. He opens the door he
Two HalvesThis alternate reality is tearing at my soul.These undone actions ending in my own demise.Reality becomes less distinguished, and loses reason.Violence surrounds my every thought in both worlds.A tolerance is formed towards my unspeakable demons and evils.My eyes widen, my breathing shallows, and my throat dries.The time has come when I finally snap, true and false converge.Real and not are one. Lies blind my eyes and everything is red.All life hath been destroyed by the monster it had created.