ExhaleI take a deep breath,Feeling my fist clench ever so subtly.holding on, refusing to breatheYou don't notice,Lost in your own loud words.No one ever notices me suffocating,So I exhale again, no need for a show.
Rage and GraceI begged you to stop,To put down the monster,But you refused, and promisedPromised to end it all,Because God hadn't yet.You said the tears were falling.Fuck it allWhat was I supposed to do?So I died too.
Cartoon MemeChoose at least nine or more people of your favorite cartoon shows dont choose your self1. Reaper [DK]2. Allen [DGM]3. Genesis [FF7CC]4. Bianchi [KHR] [sp ;A;]5. Jiang Wei [DW4/5]6. Lu Xun [DW(EVERYDAMNONE)]7. Master Shifu [KFP]8. Scorpio [DK]9. Azure [DK]1. Number 1 [Reaper] is trying to scare Number 2 [Allen]. Does it work or does it fail?-Reaper: *muhahah is scary* ...*licks weapon* ;DAllen: O.O2. Number 3 [Genesis] and Number 9 [Azure] are fighting. What are they fighting about?-Random insulting nicknames that are really just amusing to those watching?3. You put Number 8 [Scorpio] in a dress. What does he do?-Sarah: So...how we gonna do this?Liiz: With skill...*tackles!...random fight cloud...poof!*Sarah: Lookin good!Liiz: *click click click* INTERWEBZ.Scorpio: ...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT?!Sarah: Oooh...You could get back at Azure....;DDD4. What is Number 6's [Lu Xun] favorite snack?-Everyone: FIRE.5. Number 7 [Shifu] steals a picture that you love very much.
Like Me The words catch in my throat, I'm going to be sick and the world is spinning. I'm being pulled under the water that won't spill, these dams much too strong, the emotion too weak. I've been trained, you can see it in the way I stand, the emotionless way of speaking, you know. I stand tall, military almost, waiting, silently with baited breath. I hear your heart speed, and slow, and skip, I feel mine crack and crumble. This pain is new, nothing like abuse or mistreatment, merely pain, shallow and deep, confusing. I'm dying; my mind screams to my limbs, organs, they don't respond, just hold on. You turned away, slowly, as if not moving at all, we're motionless. The floor positions us, and we suffer from change. The blinds are shut, the room suddenly stuffy and miserable, the words still trapped in that cage I can't swallow. My hand twitches, balling itself up in pain, wanting to strike but unable to exert the energy. Why the universe keeps s
NegotiateOur molecules don't fit; not how I felt they should. You felt it too, silently as you pushed me to the curb. It's just a game, for a short while, a destructive past time to rearrange the molecular structure of both you and I. You take a drag and I take a swig, sharp grins plastered across our faces covering the hate we hold deep. I didn't want to say what I felt that day, never wanted to mention how you looked to me, slowly getting higher as I floated lower. So you struck first, and second, then I struck back, offended by the notion of being lesser. Our egos and dreams fought out, yelling until one of us heard the words slurred. As soon as we managed, the two of us laughing at the uselessness of it all. After all, we were made differently, our molecules don't fit.
There For YouA/N; I use their wrestling names because I am talking about the characters not the real people. KTHXBAI!Title: There By YouBy: sarahaurelieGenre: RomanceRating: K+Type: WWE FanfictionSummary: Songfic of Heaven by Bryan Adams feat. Miz and MorrisonPairing: Miz/MorrisonDisclaimer: All characters, objects, areas of backstage etc. Belong to WWE. All song lyrics belong to Bryan Adams.Oh - thinkin' about all our younger yearsThere was only you and meWe were young and wild and free"Miz and Morrison won the Slammy," Voices muttering somewhere around the locker room, talking about
what? No, he didn't care; more important things sucked away his senses. The boy in his arms, the mouth on his, all very distracting."Should we tell them..?" Laughter. "Maybe we should just go accept it for them.""What would we tell everyone?""
Oh, maybe we could just show them."Miz was the first to come to his senses, shaking his head shortly after pulling away. Morrison briefly notice
Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?She inched closer, his arms automatically responding to her warmth, as he glanced down, she glanced up. Her eyes were vacant and he knew, they'd been at it again. The world spun, he knew, but he could never tell her. She'd hide, deny, accuse him of a wild imagination, but her eyes would beg and plead for a savior. He twisted his head away, unable to be that hero, not until she spoke the words. So he'd do all he could, until she was able to smile, all the way into her eyes. "Kristy, are you doing okay?"
Belief"Mom, I'm gay."I watch her face, twist into confusion, then into realization, and then she smiled her happy homemaker smile. I hesitated, wondering what would happen, I hadn't the slightest clue how she would react. This was the first time the subject had ever been approached, or at least in my knowledge. But she smiled; I smiled weakly in return, watching as she leaned forward from her seat with a tight face."Are you sure sweetie?"
Nothing Left To SayThe "Great Pretenders", sitting there, staring, asking shy questions never reopening the wounds that had refused to heal correctly, those words appeared in my mind. Nate, he'd been the one to call us pretenders. I asked him once, what he meant by it."You pretended Jeremy wasn't cheating on you, you still pretend you don't need help, to move on." And then as if he read my mind, as the painful words etched in the crevices of my skull: "He pretends nothing hurts." So here we sit, this moment going down in the books as our greatest performance.