try for once to write about something random. not related to you or love or angst. try the 100 themes challenge. then your work won't cause people to gag while reading.


73. I Can'tOde to a Journal73. I Can't
Its been weeks since she told me, And, at first, I thought of you You, who will listen, Let me get it out, But, The moment was too fresh, Words still crisp and clear in my head I needed to let the feelings wash over me Allow the sentiments to dull and dim So that when I return to you I wont have a perfect redition Of a tragedy I will have an old painting,
Weathered and wore by both time And ill-care
You hold all the pain I could not handle, But I could not give you this cross to bear Mostly be


99. SolitudeAbsence of Perfection99. Solitude
With a heavy heart I lay in bed Remembering a one-upping contest Ended abruptly when Too many memories resurfaced Mixed with a pathetic longing For a new adventure A new person to discover Not just a boy to entice me physically Or joke with on a whim I imagine perfection formulated out of TV and film Impossible wishes made from a lack of reality Upset with life for not Following my plans Veering down another path Littered with lonely nights And being teased with what I want But dont have


54. TowerRoof-Sitting54. Tower
Dew drops on my fingertips Reminder of a night spent on the roof How had I fallen asleep? How had I not fallen off? Hours spent gazing at the moon Its face shedding the tears I wont let flow Just couldnt sleep in that big bed All alone Rather a rocky ledge Just far enough from civilization
The robin perched at the edge Cocks his head, confused Flying off, startled By the waking of the slumbering beast Shake my head to dislodge The gravel stuck in my hair And the lingering image of his face So


76. Broken Piecesyou may never see this and it is a shame because you will never know how much I wanted to cry76. Broken Pieces
over you
never know how amazing it was to have you take control treat me like your own personal toy and make me go insane
I bet you know I am
hurting lying awake, waiting for your call one that may never come keeping yourself just out of reach a tantalizing treat bopping above my head perpetually out of reach
please throw me a bone let me explain tie one cliché phrase to another trying to sound genu


All These Lives The icy wind whipped against the small figure of the teenage boy as he made his way down the long, lonely sidewalk on his way to school. His black, old converse shoes scuffed against the cement, scattering small rocks and dirt clods that littered the sidewalk. He stared at his shoes as he walked, a small book bag slung over his shoulder. He wore only black Misfits hoodie, black skinny jeans, and some black gloves with the fingers cut off. It wasnt doing much to block out the cold, but he didnt care. The weather couldnt rival the coldness he felt inside.All These Lives
He heard familiar voices talking ahead of him;
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