Battlefield

Anger runs through my veins in considerable speed. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears that are slowly escaping through the corner of my eyes. I've never been so upset before. My face burns hot red as I control my emotions. I squeeze my temples and closed my eyes. Go to your happy place... I slowly breathe in and out very deeply. Seconds pass...minutes pass... I open my eyes. They are wet from the tears that I desperately tried to hold in. I wipe my eyes with my sleeves, leaving black marks. Damn! I shouldn't have wore mascara! I look at the time. 6:30pm. It's too late. My hands clench tightly, anger rolled uneasily in my stomach. Those fucking hags, I thought to myself. I look at the mirror and see somebody I didn't recognize. Her hair is pulled back tightly into a ponytail, just like me. Why does she look so familiar? Her eyes are red from tears but they flash pure hatred and anger. That can't be me, my eyes never look l...

I never really thought of him as something that would intrigue my life. He was just an ordinary boy that once in a while, passed me in the halls, smiled a radiant smile and spoke with a deep voice that raing in my ears. He realized that I was a singer and that must of sparked a connection because I no longer became the quiet girl in class, I became the singer. The way his eyes shot through mine with such interest and integrity caught my attention so abrupt. I looked at him curiously as the boy spoke to me. The boy had a bit of a mexican accent, but I like accents so it was a plus on my "hot-boys radar scale." He asked me a few questions but that was basically the end of our conversation since we were in class. Ever since that day, it feels like I've seen him everywhere. He appears to be almost everywhere I go...except in my bedroom ofcourse. (that was a joke!) When I enter the classroom, he still gives me that same look when he found out I was a singer, but his eyes had a...

Two choices...One heart... Her soul wanders around helplessly, figuring out what to do. She's stuck right in the middle and she has nowhere to go. Her heart tears into two while she clings on to emptiness, hoping to find some warmth in the darkness.... She finds none. Her beautiful dark wavy hair, blows around her face as she kneels on the cold beach, her hands digging into wet sand. She's been through a lot of pain and suffering, neglect and abuse, and when she thought it couldn't get any worse, her heart breaks into millions of broken shards. Slowly she stands up and walks towards the ocean. She feels the freezing water lick her feet comfortingly. Feeling invited, she walks into the ocean, the water level rising to her knees, to her waist...and finally to her neck. She shivers involuntarily, her legs grows tired as she tries to stay above water. But her conciousness tells her, that maybe letting go will feel better, she doesn't have to fight like she always did her wh...

Was there ever a time when you lost the words you had to say? Was there ever a day when someone you cared about slipped away? Did you think that this was the day when everything changed their path? And took you by shock, did i happen to fast? Are you feeling isolated, hurt and broken? Are you wondering about those feelins that always remained outspokened? Did you ever wonder why you were the next victim? Did you wonder why you were amongst the crowd and nobody picked them? Maybe it was a sign, a warning meant for you, to watch out who you pick because pain was following too. I guess i should of realized when i looked right at your eyes. They blew me away, the sparkle that I didn't recognize. I should of noticed the signs above you head, The words popping out in its bolded color red. Too bad...it's too late, i don't know what else to do. All I can say is that... I'm still in love with you.

When you look into the eyes of your own, you want to see yourself looking back at you. What if all you see is an empty blank wall? I see myself looking at the spitting image of myself and realize that we are so much not a like. How could somebody so close to you be so different? When I see myself searching for a dream I want to pursue, I end up realizing how that dream can be crushed so easily, how much it can hurt to just see it crushed infront of you and having no power to be able to stop it. You set your heart on a dream and you hope that you will atleast have somebody there to keep you on your feet, to keep you from falling down, from breaking down into pieces. What if you don't have that somebody? I don't have that somebody and I wish I did. But do you just huddle up in a corner and let misery wash over you? No you don't. You can't give up, I can't give up even though i wanna give up so bad, but i have to be strong and believe in myself when nobody believes in ...