Devious Journal Entry
Plan BI want to press you between the pages of my journal, To preserve you the exact way you were At a time when we were younger and so in love. To come and visit from time to time, When I'm feeling strong enough,Plan B
Or self-destructive...
Make a Wisheach passing day i regret my actions more and more those ice cold words that turned your heart to stone the condescending looks forced kisses just to silence you and i finally thought i succeeded that you were gone from my life for good and i was happy... but now im lost looking down on these hands that could be touching you right now and as quiet tears fall down my cheeks all i can do is blame myself ive forced you out thinking i could do alone that i would find better... four seasons passed still, everywhere i turn i find a brand new memory of yoMake a Wish
Swept AwayNostalgia sets down upon me once again A silent sweeping waveSwept Away
[Transparent, yet every drop is full with a moment gone so long ago It shimmers with meaning Or are those just the tears that fell…for you The many facets shine blindingly A painful sight]
your hands around my neckpictures fade as day after day melts away but the sound of your voice resonates ever clearly in my mind… each night I fall asleep determined to forget your face, your laugh, the sound of your footsteps only to wake up to witness your silent gaze drift across the faces and stop on mine fleeting blissyour hands around my neck
a gossamer strand of truth woven through all the lies we’ve spun around ourselves and I feel them now suffocating…
you.never.keep.your.wordI want What I cannot have And I am What I have grown to hate I see What nobody else sees And I feel What nobody else seems to feel I scream But you’re not listening I crumble And you don’t care. I think Thoughts that haunt me And I remember Memories that burn my soul And I heal The wounds, which have forsaken me But I hate The scars that have become my all. You hear me But you’re not listening You see me But you are blind Because all the while you’ve hurt me …You’ve never even seen me cry.you.never.keep.your.word
DesolationFrom the desk of HobbesShe gave herself away with her hand— the way it floated across the paper, so indiscreet. And she passed to me the note. “One hundred and twenty.” I know what she means. Ten minutes crawl by, and I scribble my response: 1-1-0. (It’s a game we like to play.) I look up to her face from my paper. She’s smiling. Smiling at me, with her eyes. Those eyes, only described as intense. They are so. {Ninety.} [Sometimes you meet people who change the way you think. &nFrom the desk of Hobbes
RepetitionWhen you look at me, I feel useless in your eyes. I feel like throwing the image of my reflected self on the ground, and rolling in the shards of broken glass. And when I bleed, take the Blood and paint my body. Just to feel some warmth. And when the warmth fades, cut myself again. &Repetition
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What we love is not important, why we love it, is.
Yours Truly
Madhuran
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your stairway lies on the whispering wind...
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B: Is it raining?
A: I think they're spitting at us.
i don't know much about the techniques you used but i enjoyed the piece very much...keep up the good work!
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your stairway lies on the whispering wind...
it's been the best month of my life, and i wanted to show my appreciation to u
with a liitle poem
a month is a long time
it can seem like forever
but when u love the one ur with
things r lite as a feather
time will fly
days come and go
that special someone fills ur life
and u no longer feel so cold
i love u so much, one month down many many more to come !!
later sweetie
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your stairway lies on the whispering wind...
i missed u lol
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your stairway lies on the whispering wind...
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