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credibility? what’s that? I don’t fancy such proper words, makes me feel like I’m surrounded by superiors. just because I’m not above lying, doesn’t mean I’m bad. just less good

Posted By Em On 05.05.2013 @ 9:22 am

The metro was cold and gray, like it usually is at 3AM on a thursday. It’s a lonely place to be, where people go when the rest of the world has no place for them.

Posted By Em On 04.19.2013 @ 12:08 pm

Leverage is what you give me. When I need help I know that when I turn around, I will always see you there waiting to lend a helping hand. You’ve been there for me ever since I was born, a babe in arms up until the teenager I have become. I love you Daddy.

Posted By Em On 04.15.2013 @ 8:54 pm

the light the sun shone on my back bringing warmth and i ran faster and faster until i could barely breathe but the freedom it pulled me in like a moth to light and i could not would not stop chasing it

Posted By Em On 04.13.2013 @ 3:02 pm

when people think punishment they think darkness they think pain they think misunderstood

when i think punishment i think light i think joy i think being understood

because who can really define something so difficult to understand?

Posted By Em On 04.07.2013 @ 2:50 pm

sometimes i wonder if punishments really help anything.

people kill and steal and sin

but punishing them does that really help?

if you are a sinner will you ever stop sinning?

of course not. it’s ridiculous to think that you would.

so maybe there’s a better way maybe instead of punishing we should be helping like a rehab because those people are just confused not bad they just aren’t sure how to be fulfilled so they try everything not even aware of what they’re doing

just doing it.

Posted By Em On 04.07.2013 @ 2:43 pm

she thought she deserved it she had no one to go to she was along (or so it seemed) so she punished herself

the lights were gone it was all dark all dark matter was it an illusion? science says otherwise but that doesn’t mean that myths are fake

you can love life and still think you deserve something horrible because no one can disagree or agree it is inevitable that life goes on

Posted By Em On 04.07.2013 @ 2:24 pm

Your fingers Wrapped around my throat Like vines.

Posted By Em On 04.04.2013 @ 11:47 am

a smudge is something made by discarding the excess, something unwanted and unclean. It is not noticed unless it is to be disliked, or wiped away. An inconsequential thing which can be easily wiped away, on most occasions.

Posted By Em On 04.02.2013 @ 2:52 pm

The calamity of war is such an underestimated thing. It feels like your whole world is falling apart yet when we hear of it it’s only dry facts, none of the pain behind it.

Posted By Em On 03.25.2013 @ 1:16 pm

If truth is beauty, is beauty the only truth? I have seen this question asked many times. I think that it is. Beauty, no matter how relative, is always true, whether the content of the beautiful thing is true or not. It is wonderful.

Posted By Em On 03.18.2013 @ 7:54 pm

I’m covered in darkness: It floats around me, nothing breaking through. There’s no light left, nothing to hang on to. I don’t want this anymore, I don’t want to be who everybody wants me to be. I just want to be me.

Posted By Em On 03.17.2013 @ 5:05 am

To think of a director is something strage. A director of a companiy, dressed in argyle socks and button up jackets. Or how about a theatre director, with frizzy hair and an affinity for black clothes, consci

Posted By Em On 03.12.2013 @ 12:22 pm

A director, someone who knows you better than you know yourself. An out of body experience; someone who can guide you as if you are looking into a foreign mirror. How is it that someone can see us so clearly through such different eyes?

Posted By Em On 03.12.2013 @ 12:21 pm

It was condensing in my mind, replaying over and over with the annoyance of an obnoxiously loud fan. He told me, and yet I didn’t tell him back. I’m sure I was in his mind, but he was forever instilled in mine.

Posted By Em On 03.02.2013 @ 4:34 pm

Flailing, as in falling. losing control of your bodys movements and letting the world around you decide where you should be. To flail is to just be. In a crazy way.

Posted By Em On 02.18.2013 @ 12:56 pm

She sliced the razor against her fragile skin, daring it to bleed Maybe if she willed hard enough, she could stop But the pain was too good A bittersweet composition of pain and hate That somehow calmed her The flow of blood The feel of the blade Will alone would definitely not suffice

Posted By Em On 02.15.2013 @ 1:24 pm

i look at the wall and it’s looking back at me. people say i can be like talking to a wall but is that a bad thing? this wall does not judge me. this wall is not judged. this wall listens and keeps quiet. this wall sees all but does not reveal all the secrets kept in the confines of itself.

Posted By em On 02.03.2013 @ 8:36 pm

Cool? Cool. That was all. Five months, five months of pouring my fucking heart out to this guy, and two weeks of an excruciatingly long break-up process, and all this idiot had to say was cool. Fucking. cool.

Posted By Em On 01.27.2013 @ 12:43 pm

Ahead. The road ahead seems daunting. I don’t even know if I want to continue forward. And yet that is what I must do. I have to keep putting one foot in front of the other in front of the other. Just keep moving. Farther and farther ahead.

Posted By Em On 01.25.2013 @ 1:03 pm

Today I applied myself as I have applied myself every day. I have done my best to apply my knowledge of certain situations in order to help others. What they don’t know is that maybe I need help to. Maybe the one applying themselves to the needs of others is the one that needs the most help.

Posted By Em On 01.21.2013 @ 9:37 am

i refered to this thing the other day! haha it was a joke on tumblr! I love tumblr I dont know why I guess I just do and so do many other teenages in my school! <3 I love refering to previous jokes that me and my friends made and we just sit there and almost pee ourselves laughing because its reallllyyyy funny d: I love funny people especially people who are funny because of their random fails! me and chris agree

Posted By em On 01.06.2013 @ 12:49 pm

Sure, I said, the hesitation in my voice palpable. Sure. One little word that can give the world and take away all of it. If I knew what was going to happen, how my life was tossed away like trash in the street, I really don’t think I would have agreed to it. But sure, nonetheless.

Posted By Em On 12.31.2012 @ 10:27 am

Toys Toys everywhere Under the couch, under the covers It’s times like these I tell myself I should pick them up But then I would forget I would forget why they were out in the first place and if I put them away no one will take them back out

Posted By Em On 12.21.2012 @ 6:17 pm

It was finally time. Everything was due. Everything good I’d ever done, and everything bad I’d ever done would finally come back to haunt me. Twist me. Contort me more than a shadow in the setting sun. It really pays to do the right thing.

Posted By Em On 12.16.2012 @ 1:51 pm

A simple lifestyle, I remember. He used to stir his tea, with six scoops of sugar. As much as I hated the sound of his spoon scraping the porcelain cup, I now find myself missing it. Now I stir my cup alone every morning.

Posted By Em On 12.15.2012 @ 11:58 am

It sounds easy. Watching someone else suffer, and as much as you want them to pull through you want it to stop too. What do you do in a situation like that? Will them to get better? No. Determination alone will not get you through. Hope is a feeling, not a guarantee.

Posted By Em On 12.12.2012 @ 6:13 pm

It was like a dream. A nightmare, to be exact. She was dead. Dead. Yet she was staring straight into my eyes with a vicious determination. It wasn’t pleasant. I

Posted By Em On 11.30.2012 @ 8:07 am

rise up. my sun. rise up. shine on the plains. light the mountains. caress the clouds. rise. tickle the grass. warm the bare feet of the spinning white-dressed girl. rise.

Posted By Em On 11.29.2012 @ 9:40 pm

Under the blankets pulled up snugly beneath my chilly nose, I don’t want to get out of bed. It is foggy and I am just not feeling it today. School is a distant thought in my mind still breached with the remainders of dreams. Dreams that are already starting to fade away as my alarm insists that I get up….NOW!

Posted By Em On 11.27.2012 @ 7:28 pm