The Outward Signsi use sex as a weapon,The Outward Signs by ~Billy-X
a cold steel blade,
a puncture wound a real
terror.
i use tears to maintain my
status and my power,
i use coffee tea chocolate
microwavable dinners
to avoid talking.
nevermind my principles
find the outward signs.
FacesIt has been said that you shouldn't fall in love with faces, that looks don't matter. But when that face is absolutely perfect, it's a little hard to abstain.Faces by ~Billy-X
It's easy to break rules like these, especially when you've got nothing better to do. New school, new friends, new life. I walked into 2nd period art and he sat right beside me, a David with a drawing pencil. There was that heart flutter, that stomach heave. I probably blushed.
For a whole semester we might have talked once. I thinking I dropped my felt tip one day, and thanked him when he picked it up. That moment sent cold tingles right to my feet. I was 15 years old. I did
BlueMaybe when I hit you,Blue by ~Billy-X
it didn't hurt,
I used one of those foam fingers
that we get at baseball games,
that come with popcorn,
extra butter,
only the large.
And even though I used all my force,
the air got in
between your head
and my blue finger.
This is a metaphor,
because if I ever hit you with a foam finger,
at a baseball game,
in the 32nd seat, row F,
causing you to spill pop
and popcorn
(extra butter, only the large)
on your pants,
and new polo shirt,
I'd expect you to defend yourself.
but you let it bounce off,
I can't hurt you,
even though I try my hardest
to get you away,
out of my range.
But still you stay.
Lies and AccidentsWedding lies and accidents,Lies and Accidents by ~Billy-X
The promises of facts that bent,
A never-ending request for less
And all you do is stand there.
Lifting all the words she said
To something like a prayer in your head,
A fake-real mood of discontent
Of not understanding what she meant.
Never have you felt this way,
Nothing is moving but nothing can stay.
You hoped he'd be a catalyst,
Bring you from that deep abyss,
Save you from a fate like this;
Just a baby, he can't save this.
All the pictures off the wall
Placed in a box just off the hall,
It never meant a thing at all
That day you swore you'd be her all.
It's in your smile, in your eyes,
You
A Gift of SortsA soft, rustling noise breaks the silence of dusk's peace. A lone figure approaches the pond. He is remembering back to when he first saw her. She had sat back a little ways away from the water, just as he is doing right now. She had been dancing along the shore, her purple hair waving wildly as she twirled in some strange yet alluring pattern. Her soft blue-grey eyes enchanted him: one look and he could have been hers forever. The color of the dress she wore ranged from lavender to pink as it rippled in the cool autumn breeze. The images burn themselves into his memory, and he would never let them go. He rises to his knees and draws three smA Gift of Sorts by ~Blind-Prophet
It Isn't Over YetIt Isn't Over Yet by ~MemoryFinder
I'm fallen down and broken
By words are that left unspoken
As you broke into my fingertips tonight
I pretend to play it cool
Acting like a Goddamned fool
You smile and say the world looks just fine
The hurt and the letdown
Follow me all around
And this is where you start to interject-
It isn't over yet
Then why do I feel helpless?
Why do I feel like such a mess?
These tears just won't stop falling
And I'm calling out, trying to keep you
Here with me, right by my side
I feel so damn lonely tonight
Can you hear me whisper?
Can you pretend to feel me breathe?
Watching from your castle in the sky
It's bittersweet romantic
Som
I Hope That You KnowI Hope That You Know by ~MemoryFinder
The bruise on my hand from the needle
Still runs at three inches long
Funny, how things like that never fade
The tattoo that runs across my back
Has a span of six inches
And that's the only thing that I want gone
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a long time ago
And I hope that you know
You're the first thing on my mind
The first thing in my eyes
The beach runs a discourse
Of sad used up love lines
And these lines play tricks on my eyes
I'm such a loser, begged for you
Then watched as you slipped away
(Did I do one damn thing to make you stay?)
I still read your letters
The ones that you wrote
Such a
Thanks!
Sta.sh
