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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
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
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.
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