| its about a day in the life of a girl named Chase. this is a three part story that i first wrote about being stuck living around a bunch of ignorant people and how bad things are compaired to what someone else could think about life. ...if that made any sence at all, i hope you enjoy it. |
Within All of UsThere's something that we all need to let out once in a while. Something that, if kept trapped, it will tear us apart and consume us with the worst of what we could've prevented. This something is a power of that which we don't speak. The need to let it out can be a friend, an enemy, and a burden. It can be a craving and it can be an addiction. … Go ahead, grab that bottle of vodka and grab that .44 laying under your mattress. You haven't done anything in a while, from what you know, at least. You need to get it out. This madness has been locked up inside of you since she walked out that door. The demon inside of you is calliWithin All of Us
Late Night DaydreamMy arms are resting behind my head. I'm wide-awake and you're lying here next to me curled up and soundly asleep. It's about 2 in the morning and the moonlight shining through the window is cast upon your face and seeing this…I know this is where I'm supposed to be. Right here by your side until the very end. It doesn't matter what other people say about us, how much they hate us, how much they despise the fact that we are just two people in love…it doesn't matter at all.Late Night Daydream
All I know is that while I'm laying here with my arms resting behind my head is that you are all I can think about. I begin to dream a dream of marvelous so
All In A FlashAll In A FlashAll In A Flash
Just like that, she's gone. Snatched away from your grasp and into the arms of someone else. You have nothing now. She was your life, your love, your everything, and just like that…she's gone. Her smiling, soft face. Her dark, intriguing brown eyes and long, chocolate brown hair; Her bubbly and always cheerful personality is no longer by your side. The side of her bed she used to sleep on is neatly made and her clothes from the night before aren't scattered across the room. All her things, every picture, shoe, piece of jewelry, anything of hers what so ever is packed up and gone. Just like she is.
To WantThe steady sound of the rain slamming down on this tin roof is like music to my ears. Automatically, it brings me back to you and me. Laying next to each other in the ruffled mess of the bed, listening, feeling, wanting. The steady sound of the rain reminds me of you and what we used to have. All the laughs, the tears, the fights, and the love. I think of how oh so easily you slipped away from me. Out of my grasp and into the world where the storms rage on and no one is there…by your side…holding onto you and just listening to the rain. No. Because of something called change, we both don't have this. This one moment where we fTo Want
Breathing OceanThe wind danced in her hair and the sea tugged at her feet. Jagged rocks surrounded her, looming like the sky scrapers of the city she left. She was a vision of knitted blue and a cotton white dress, her arms stretched wide and open. She shouted "Take me ocean!" and it considered, kissing her feet and sometimes her ankles. But, he sea gulped back, leaving notes and marks and poetry and shells in the sand of the beach.Breathing Ocean
She was not satisfied. She gave a short burst forward, allowing the water to rise above her knees. Again, she begged for the ocean to take her away.
When You Start to SeeSummer turns to fall.When You Start to See
T-shirts fade into long-sleeves fade into sweaters as people trudge through the wind and biting chill of the early morning. An individual leaf on the tree just to the left of your back fence begins to change colors one day, and the next thing you know, the whole thing is yellow and orange and red, just like every single other tree, down the block and up the streets, a collage of colors. Leaves begin to tear themselves away from branches, flying, soaring, and for a moment you can see what the wind looks like as they drop, hurtling through the breeze to the cropped grass below. It's beautiful, and maybe just a
Kicked Me Out..I stared the homework in my hand I asked for her to help me with, and she rose a brow still acquiring me of the question but I ignored it. Muttering a, “Nothing..” I stalked out of my room turning the corner of the hall that led into me room swinging the door shut. Sniffling just barely holding back my tears, I sat at my desk wondering how long would I take this. This disbelief… The insults. I wiped my eyes just incase before I began doing this Algebra work, it was a pain in my side to deal with it. I hated math, it was my weakest point ever since after 7th grade. It was like, the liking it died when I reached the 8th. Me and MKicked Me Out..
| well, i dont typically have alot to say. im a huge music fan and i love writing. i like hanging out and meeting new peole and trying new things. and while your here, take a look at my other account thats strictly for photography. [link] watch? fav? dosent matter as long as you take a look. |
Writers Block.
Sadness
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Now you've seen what's been done to me.
Dear child come see this in full agony
(Ava (c) to Emmil)
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.:Change is upon us. People better be ready when it arrives:.
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Now you've seen what's been done to me.
Dear child come see this in full agony
(Ava (c) to Emmil)
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.:Change is upon us. People better be ready when it arrives:.
Thanks again.<33
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Now you've seen what's been done to me.
Dear child come see this in full agony
(Ava (c) to Emmil)
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.:Change is upon us. People better be ready when it arrives:.
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