eloquence-epitomized

they think that your trash you know?  my parents do... they think that your just a guy from the wrong side of town with nothing going for him who's going no where but if they only knew... they only see the outer shell of you thats been layered over and over with every pain you've dealt with in silence, with every  burden you shouldered for your family and never complained, with every loss your beautiful eyes have borne witness to like a pearl your innermost thoughts covered in thousands of hardened tears they see the battlements you erected around you hoping to keep what compassion you have left protected from the jade

catch my heart baby, please dont break it the rocks below are sharp and its too fragile to fall, it wont make it his words floated up, hed be everthing shed need his voice whispered promises floating on the breeze but as her heart fell his eyes were distracted he took his gaze off her and his hands were retracted so her heart shattered never to be the same and far below on the rocks each broken piece still screamed his name

to say that you stomped on my heart would be to put too much feeling behind the action it would mean that at one point you cared enough to start to hate me that you cared enough even now that you would want to cause me the pain i caused you. i would love to say you stomped on my heart, i would love the visual effect it would make. but to say that you stomped on my heart would be a lie instead you simply stepped on it like a toy left in the middle of the floor and when you heard it shatter beneath your heel you didnt even bother to look back you just slid your foot on the carpet like it was any another bit of garbage stuck to the bottom

you said if you go i go   but as i closed my eyes and stepped off  the ledge your hand lost mine and you watched as i fell and as i watched your face recede into the sky above me i realized you were never really holding on

i may be locked in an ivory tower but im busting down the walls i refuse to be the price for power, or the wallpaper in his castle halls im not the helples princess whos crying to be set free iv fought enough fights to find my way out of the dragons keep im not impressed by your shining suit or your fancy steed the drama of your highclass court is something i dont need i wont hang on your arm and smile while pretending to be someone else im sorry prince charming but id rather rescue myself

disgust in her eyes and need on her face for just another hit just another taste just one more time i wanna crest that peak for the last time ill let myself be weak "i can quit whenever i want", but she knows its a lie while she losens the belt for another high cuz her love was the spark now he's the addiction the terminal disease for which theres no prescription just a touch and she spirals; out of control for the man she thinks she needs if shes to be whole and she hates herself everyday for wanting his touch but the man who beats her down is the only one holding her up

you & i were never meant to be together we're too much alike in two different lives && who are we to break the tether that blocks my paved lanes from your streets lies everyones against this at  one time or another the tide wont stay back forever and i cant keep making an excuse to cover how i feel when we're together we cant stand against the whole world & not falter when its just you and me to make a fuss but the whole world seemed so much smaller when u said "its not you & me its us"

a thousand words i could say but only three matter twenty-six letters i could use but only 16 will fit because i love you is eight letters but so is bullshit

 A boy, a girl, hand in hand on the swing set. She turns to him and smiles, he meets her eyes, merely five years old and they feel the warmth of another soul. Their parents' smile, cute they agree, to them, those kids on the swings, it was more. An unknown matter consuming their insides. "Forever?" The girl asked, hoping for a yes, begging for one. The boy shook his head, as her heart sunk he held up a hand, to prevent the spill of tears. You misunderstood his tiny hand said. He stared into her soul, and smiled. "Too short." - They lay, intertwined on the full sized mattress. The summer heat beat down on them from the window; she smi

He had grown-up hands and little boy eyes and a way of saying things that made even the heartbroken want to love again; I don't think he could lie to save his life, but he told me about things that couldn't possibly be true, like worlds full of happiness and love at first sight; He knew nothing about real things like math or how people worked, but he was the only person who would just lay in the grass with me and not worry about the world spinning away without us. And sometimes, as he's falling asleep, I can see the echoes of that boy I loved; but when he opens his eyes and opens his mouth, he's who he's decided to b

i never knew i would be the one to carry your stories down your face, past your neck, till i hit the floor.

"Aren't you two friends?" "Yes. Well. Kinda. We've been friends since we were five years old and he stood up in the middle of class to blow me a kiss even though he got in trouble for it. But now...now he has a girlfriend and I don't know how to be his friend." "So you like him?" "It's not that easy to say yes to, or no." "Have you ever been just friends?" "I don't know how to answer that. We've never kissed but when you see us together, you'll click your tongue and sigh at me that I should just be with him because it's obvious that we get along so well. I'm not afraid to argue with him and even when we're not watching a movie, he has hi

12/1/09 He romances me, holds  me tight, gives me kisses, says goodnight, he makes me feel, beautiful, crazy, happy, on cloud 9. Whats wrong with this? HE'S. NOT. YOU.

She was running. The crisp winter storm air brushed against her face as she passed the leafless coniferous trees, her footsteps nothing more than a soft crunch on the spongy, littered ground. The arctic air cooled her face, giving her energy as she rode the wind, running faster and faster. An arrow wisped by her, thumping into a tree by her head. She swiveled around to look, her mid-back length golden hair forming a fan shape from above. It was a black arrow with a golden tip and two white rings near the dark raven fletching. That could mean only one thing; they were gaining on her quickly; those arrows, though specially built for accuracy, o

My heart flutters like a butterfly, wing beats against the prison of my ribs. I have always thought that the heart was like a bird, always longing to fly free. I have always longed to be free. It was never an option, though, not for a girl like me. Not for a girl with almond eyes and ropes of mocha hair, skin as smooth and white as china. There was always bound to be a boy who would love me desperately, who would ache to own me completely. Boys lined up every day of my life, vying for attention, cocky and swaggering, whispering in my ear that he was different, he was the one who would set me free. They were all lying, sweet nowhere-near-tr

Bang-bang, went her heart. Snap-snap, went her bones. Damnit, went the man, the guardian angel, as her blood trickled down his palms, staining them with her pain. Get up, damnit! Don’t you dare leave me! Don’t you dare leave your team! His palms: red. His face: white. His hair: black. Blood. Snow. Ink. Her entire world, for a moment, for a second-split-into-pieces, before the world shattered, again – it was déjà vu of the sickest kind. Fire, smoke. Walls crashing down. Cement, bricks, wood, the building falling – her legs, broken before, now bleeding. Blood and snow and ink shielding her body from the explosi