Sweet Darkness ( Mother Night)

She crawls amongst the ground, luring the moonlight to her.

Low to the earth she watches, waiting for a chance to slither across the eyes of midnight. Only then does she elegantly dance within the winds, carrying her through the trees. she moans like ghosts through the branches, rustling the leaves that follow. So beautiful, she is welcomed upon the the dark horizon. she sweeps past the bats, basking in her mystery. Pastels of maroon lead her to embrace the stars, dimly lighting her path. The Earth stands still in her seduction. so beautiful, sweet darkness, mother night, has come.

Shattered Dreams And One Last Hope For A Shooting Star

Quietly, I sat upon the river bank where it met the bridge line, the water so deep and dark. I let my hand glide over the surface, trying not to break its unity, but the ripples convincingly tore it away from me once more. How long since I last saw a glimpse of my own reflection?
I guess only the years could answer that.
The river undoubtfully holds so many of my memories that its becoming too murky to look through.
The only reflection I could see was the dark skies looming over it like a slow death waiting in the shadows.
Has it really been that long? Have I really gone amiss with my dreams, so much as to which they've become weak and shattered? The soil beneath my feet poisoned the pigment of my ever white skin. smearing, as the wind slowly hissed around them. atlast, the only thing that lingered was my one last deserate hope to see a shooting star in those ever so gloomy clouds of grey.

Bubbles

This is my emo Bubbles. He is cute and small. Sometimes I feed him nachos but he always wants ham instead. I dont how our friendship came to be except for his lovable obsession with soap and twisty slides, and coloring books with crayons. All are fun when you have a little buddy like bubbles.
one night he got scared so i let him sleep in my room with me. I gave him one of my T-shirts so he could keep warm. im not sure what to do with his hair though, i guess this lil guy kinda has his own little unique style. Either way, he's adorable. I know that I can always find him because where ever he goes, he leaves a trail of bubble soap on the floor. not very easy to clean up may i add.
i have realized that hes taught me a valuable lesson that ill never forget, to be happy with what you have and accept what you dont. I can say that hes very smart because i live by that moral now eachday and seems to make so much sense. Thank you little bubbles!

Hold Me Like Never Before

He lays there, with his head on my shoulder.

sleeping so beautifully, he breathes softly against my skin. I can feel his arms tender embrace. He holds me and the line between him and I becomes blurred.

I am so close to him that I could almost become him. I love it. His heartbeat makes itself known against my chest. I breathe in, he breathes out. So in sync with eachother, its meant to be, I just know it. With his warmth, I will never again go cold. With him, I will never again be uncomplete. He is lost within a dream. dream on sweet one, dream on...and hold me like never before.

Abandoned

Abandoned. I wish these thoughts could be.

replaying in my head like a bad movie. It seems so weird of me to just relax now and again, because instead they linger, haunting me, leaving me tired and weak. I wish I could just get up and leave them, like my body warmth soaked deeply in a chair, but I am too jaded to forgive and too untrusting to forget. I live them, and no matter how much i try to just leave them behind me, they leech. Latching themselves like a needy child without a home. sucking out every last bit of life i have left.

I crawl to the closest thing i can hold on to, but they always somehow manage to pull me back. Twice as fast. Twice as strong.

I end up face down asking myself if its really nessasary to get back up again.

There honestly is no way to escape and theres no where i can hide. So I just lay there waiting for the next thought to come and steal the air right out of my mouth and replace it with dirt. Abandoned. I wish these thoughts could be.