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Frost is forming on the windowFrost is forming on the windowpanes, they hug the glass tight
Waiting in fright for the morning light
They know it'll soon be over, that they'll soon cease to exist
That all they will end up as is the next morning's mist.
Why is life so short for something so beautiful, so pure
Why must the cruel rays rob them of a cure?
For what is perfect must soon falter,
It must fade,
Washing all the memories clean away.
And as blistering ice caresses and dances upon my face
It gently sets my eyes ablaze.
So through harshness and through all the pain
The frost will soon return as the soothing spring rain.
If the Dawn met NightIf you are the dawn and my heart is the night,
Where is the connection which keeps us alight?
As you breathe in I fall into dreams,
And your morning air rocks me softly sleep
Each time we pass we see a different sight,
You the dark and I the light,
And all there can be is a faint foreign touch,
As the day slips into dusk.
Random Subject.-Social NetworkingInstragram sluts and hashtag whores,
social networking such a bore.
Bitchy arguments, insults galore,
what has life come to?
What was it like before?
Socalled anger, sadness and depression, build up daily creating tension.
Ruin your friendships,
pretend not to care,
Yolo's your motto
and you think life is unfair.
Well look around you people.
Its not har to see,
life is so much more than 'popularity'.
You 'Fuck the Police', like the 'badman' you are
and your Dp is of a shiny new car.
Transformer are we? Or are you a duck?
Because 'life it too short to give a fuck'
State that you're 'Absssolouut+ly waa*sted!!!' the day before school
Becausue you're so 'cool'
and that dodgy grammar will support it all.
worth the waitYou thought that love would never be yours, that no one would feel the same
That love was but a dream, but a fantasy which could never be tame.
Isolated, songs of loss, sorrow and tears were all you held dear
Thoughts so morbid, so severe would pass through your mind year after year
No one understood and no one asked
No one spared time to look through the mask
You lay there stupidly wondering if it could all end but longing for true love overcame.
See-throughYou stare into the camera with an arrogant glare
With a bitter tongue slashing at the air
You know no boundaries
You take no advice
Everyone's below you
But I'm in disguise.
You shan't belittle me
You shan't dare
For I know your weakness
And you know not I'm there.
The little details are most important with I
And you seem not to know
That you are now just a stupid little show.
regretthis morning is so sudden
and my eyes they are dull and sunken
leaving deep scars of what was and is
i cannot bare the thought of what could've been
and what it would've been like to taste your tender kiss
Sometimes.Sometimes it's not enough to listen,
Not enough to hear,
Not enough to watch me shed a tear,
Advice can only bring you so far,
For most words are empty and cold,
And most speeches of self confidence,
Are unbelievable pieces of glittering nonsense.
No matter what you say,
What you do,
I always have a way of looking through you.
Reading into whatever is near,
I make sure there is no way of humiliation heading my way.
It's an obsession which cannot be stalled or stopped,
I can't stop thinking and it's never ending and ever unfolding
It's a way of life to ensure every fine detail is fixed
A way that will forever be me
A way to see
To hurt me
..Sometimes I don't want to be myself, simply because there are so many implications, because being another person would make me be someone with imagination. Imagination to build a fort between the words of others and my own which seem bright, a way to protect and divide everything I have in sight.
Best Friend (the Laws of Physics)Holding hands pulled us out of the pit both
The laws of physics did not apply
We would revel in rain, you and I
My fuse was lit, you'd spew fire
Hell hath no burden you can't share with me
Twins from separate mothers are we.
ReflexionaEstas cansada de llorar, de sufrir, de ser lo que eres…. ¿llegó la hora de partir?. Terminas de cenar, comiste muy bien, reíste con tu familia, todos se extrañaron, hace un par de meses no comes bien y siempre estas tan callada, pero seguro es solo una etapa, eso es lo que ellos piensan, pero hoy todo cambió, tu mamá piensa que ya has superado todas esas estupideces de niña pequeña y sonría, les das las buenas noches a ambos, los abrasas y subes corriendo a tu cuarto, corres, corres para que no te vean llorar. Cierras la puerta y te sientas en la cama, piensas en una carta, dejarles una carta sería lo mejor… “Queridos mamá y papá…" ¿pero que les dices? no sabes cómo decir que te odiabas, que te lastimabas casi a diario, que pedías un poco de ayuda, que ya no podías más. “Los amo, lo siento" es lo único que pones en la carta, solo eso. Tus lágrimas salen, estas de
Bestest Friend ContestBestest Friend Contest
''When our souls feel really''
I don't think there is love greater than the love between brothers, a lot more if they are twins.
My poem is dedicated to my dear sister and starts on a sunday, five years ago.
I had to travel with my mother for a period of 1 month , It was the first trip I did it without them, so far we have never separated from each other.
It came the day of the trip and she stayed at home with my father, I want to say that during the bus trip my head and my heart failed to calm down... thousand feelings shot me at the time,could not stop thinking about it and worrying of as is it in all this time.
After 4 hours traveling my head and heart wanted back with her, but this was impossible.
I spent those 27 days really badly, spoke with her by phone every 2 hours and she told me that she told me that couldn't eat or sleep...She also pass those days very bad... losing more than 5 kg.
I believe that the true friendship you can find it only in your
Living in DarknessLiving in Darkness
Blindfolded by my own misery,
there is no light for me to see.
My depression has become my friend
because it’s persistence never ends.
Never once has it failed to thrive
and I won’t deny that it makes me feel alive.
I’ve been drowning for far too long.
Is there a point in being strong?
Pain has become my blanket at night.
It’s the place I crawl to when I lose the fight
against the insanity that creeps at my mind.
One day, maybe peace I will find
and maybe I can return to the light.
But for now, the end is not in sight
so I will live in the darkness that binds me,
praying on day, joy I will see.
PugglesPuggles, Puggles, Puggles! We love puggles, and who makes them then miss callykarishokka.
Her creativity of this puggles makes fan go crazy over these cuties
She even sells her babies to those who want one, and creates more
But she makes the best Transformers Puggles for TFF (Transformer fans) that anyone ever seen
We really love your puggles and want to see more of it.
A beautiful woman in an ugly worldA Beautiful woman...
When I think of the word beautiful, your name always is the first thought to cross my mind. Images of your face flood through my brain putting a smile on my face. The outer beauty will fade so that is not what truly captivates my attention, the true beauty is the heart you hold close like a jade. You protect it's energy and beauty for the times when you need to bring joy and happiness to those you care about the most, and those care about you the most. The truth is my intentions were not to fall for you but I simply could not help but want all of you. I wanted more and began to crave your care, lust for your love, howl for your hugs which were the side effects from being addicted to a drug. Dreams of the future where I would wake up to your smile, to hold you close along with our child, the happy life and having you as my wife. Reading story books while you cook and goodnight kisses after washing the dishes. Sitting and drinking tea while you lay against me, sighin
Hoping for winter.Hello to the cold season.
I welcome you with open arms.
Everyday draws closer to the
Everyday I hope for the cold.
May winter last forever. May
it bring the next ice age.
Always a thrill when winter
A time for snow, a time for
joy, A time for everyone to
get along. Merriment brings
us closer to the snow.
For after all,
be a time of joy
and not a time for
BY MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THIS WASTELAND OF FILTH,
I WILL MARGINALIZE ALL OF THE FILTH AND DISPOSE THE DISSENTERS,
YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY,
BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE GODDESS IN HER GLORY?!
(can you keep it down, I think they can hear you-)
SILENCE, CHILD! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME!
YOU ARE A REMINDER OF ALL OF THAT CARE AND COMPASSION THAT
IS SO FUCKING POINTLESS! ALL SHALL DEFECATE
AT THE SOUND OF MY BOOMING VOICE!!!
(I thought we would try to be better than-)
WITH YOUR OBFUSCATED FEELINGS?!
(where is the forgiveness....)
WITH YOUR PLEAS AND THE BEGGING?!
(nothing but logic and determination...)
ALWAYS ACTING OUT ON EMOTION?!
(you are no goddess to me...)
HOW DARE YOU, FOALISH SOUL! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!
WHY SHOULD I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR OPINION OF ME!
I COULD HAVE YOU WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THIS EARTH
IN A SINGLE HEARTBEAT!
(but you wont, you need me-)
angel-of-milkywayMiss Angel-of-Milkyway's a fan of transformers.
Her drawings of TFP makes fans of Tf go underly crazy, and ask her for more
One of the best tfp art she drew is Happy Transformer Family, one of the best drawing that turned into a magazine cover for people who want to make Tf magazine.
Angel also makes cute TF babies that makes the fan go crazy over their cute bunny ears, and their smaller version.
We all love your TF art and hope to see some more in the future.
Helping you is Killing meI lend myself to you
to listen to all your pain
this happens time and time again
I don't mind...honest.
You dont notice.
that its causing me pain
to hear your crys and torment once again.
I hold my hand out to you
and still you are forever oblivious
to whome is desperatly trying to save you
I bring it upon myself I know
but I cannot watch another suffer
I sacrifice my happiness to set you free
and be all you can be.
I sit alone.
Once again..I listen to one after another.
My thoughts I cannot gather.
All I do is fight for others
and listen to their pain
I lend my self over and over again.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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