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My HeartTaylor's P.O.V
I was sitting on the counter in the house we all stay at during our off time of tour. I was pretty much alone, Hayley and Josh went out for lunch, Jeremy ran to the store and Zac was asleep in his room. I sat there for awhile just staring off. I heard the front door open followed by
"Im home" 'I guess Jeremy made it home first.'
I hoped off the the counter to help bring in the grocery's.
"hey whatdya ya get?" I questioned trying to peer into the bags.
"Cereal, Ramen, Mac n' Cheese, and some stuff to make teriyaki chicken tonight." He said setting some f the bags on the counter taking the ones i had out of my hands as he started to place the objects in various places.
I hoped back on the counter and watched as he starte
Outcast call to arms introAndys P.O.V
I was walking though the studio. I had just finished recording the vocals to Knives and Pens Acoustic.
I found the break room with ease. Slowoly i opened the door.
I found that tohe room had A couch in fornt of a TV, a fridge in the conner. oppiste that conner was a bed, well more of a mattress with some pillows and blankets.
Ashly or ash was sitting on the couch with sandra usinh his sholder as a pillow not that it looked like he cared.
Jake was over at the fridge rumiging though it.
"Hay Andy"Jake said turning around from the fridge with a root beer in his hands.
Family FunAfter gettin back from a food carnival at city center
Mom-Hey got you some panflits on drugs
Mom-Because you need to know
Me- im stright edge
Mom- Any whay i got you one on Inhants*hands to me* um marijuana*hands over*
Alcohol*hands to me* Oh and prescription drugs*hands to step dad*
stepdad-*glares and walks away*
A little later
Me-Did you know that smoking tabaco can make you cranky
StepDad- you know what makes me angry people that give
StepDad- well yes. but
SidhlairielI sat on the balcony
listing to the trees
as they share stoires of the past
and the oceans whispering about adventure
my time is near
for i will leave soon
but do not worry
for i live in memory
for the trees well tell my storie
to those who pass though these woods
and the oceans well whisper my name for a lifetime and more
i will be gone but will live on
and you will know
about all the pain
all the love
and all the adventers i had
all you have to do is listin to nature
and you will hear
For love is lost 4-Alex-
It was late
just gotten home from work
he was sitting on the coffee table
she was on the couch in front of him
she was crying but nodding her head in a yes manner
he had that sad but strict look in his eyes
As i walked i already knew
it was about Jamie
it was about the unrequierd love
that the two share.
it hurts to see how pained everyone seems to be
over this one thing
i gess i just dont understand
iv always had that love connection
i know josh didnt untell me
so he makes sence out of this
well this situation i gess youd call it.
As i reached them Abrei was wiping her eyes
and josh was hugging her
as she left she said nothing
just nodded meckly
thats when Josh turned to me
"She understand" and walked towred the bedroom
so i reached for my phono
to call Jamie
to help sort this mess out.
For love is lost 3-Josh-
is so sad
it reminds me of Alex and i
only our love wasnt as blind
We always loved eachother
and didnt let anything get in our way
i belive if they tried harder they would succed
heh its almost funny how diffrent we are
Abrei is my best freind but i swear somtimes she can be so
so just blind to love
and Jamie shes like a sister to me and it pains me to see
all the confusion and heartbreak
that this youngin goes though
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Helping Hand-Helping Hand-
Its the smiles i put on faces
Its the the hugs i receive in return.
Its the way they thank me
Its what makes me fell whole
To help people
The grandest gesture.
Weather its giving them a complement
Or helping them though a break up.
When i see that smile
When i get that hug
or hear that Thank You
It makes me the happiest person alive.
Just to know that they're happy.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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