firebird1423

A Beautiful Nothingness Shorlty follows a Deep Emptyness To tell you the truth I don't know which is worse. Nothingness is the deep pit in your stomach, breath before the big storm. Emptyness is the knowing there is no end, no begining, nothing here, nothing there, no bottom, and no top. Just a constant falling into the drowning seas, which is worse than everything put together. That's why it's Beautiful.

The phone rings He picks up. Al, what? In his tired, sleepy voice. I missed you. I choke out. The line is silent. You do realize it's 3 am? And we have school tomorrow? He puts his hand over his eyes. Yes, I squeak. But I missed you. I missed your eyes. I missed your voice. Your lips, Your smell, Your hair, Your presence, Your body, Your mind, Your touch, Your smile, Your everything. I missed you. The line is silent again. I'm here for you. He says sweetly. Thanks, I whisper. His snoring echos on the line, And all around me and my room. And soon my eyes close. I'm finally asleep.

My head spins. My stomach churns. My legs, jelly. My toes, cold. My heart, torn. The rain pellets. The lightning strikes. The thunder rolls. My hair dampens. My eyes clouded. My throat throbed. My hands, numb. My heart, torn. The rain pounded. The lightning whipped. The thunder chrashed. I hoped... The rain melted my body, And washed me down the sewers. Flowed out to the ocean, Where I would become a wave, Be ridden into land, Evaporate into nothing. See nothing, Feel nothing, BE nothing, Forever.

Ripping Skin Pounding Nails Flowing Blood            Throbbing                      Head                             Throat                                      Stomach Pouring out my                    Nose                          Mouth                               Flowing                                          D                                               O                                                  W                                                      N Splash here                                                                               Splash there                                      Splash

Mixed up Matched up Shook up Fucked up Misplaced In a Daze Going There Coming Here                 Running                            Walking      Stopping Waiting............................... Rush Touch Kiss Bliss Move Groove Hating Class Brakong Glass

Color Me Purple. . .   Color Me Pink. . .      Color Me Greenish         Yellowish            Brownish               Redish                  Orangish                     Indigoish                        Black Color Me any Color. . . Pick any color for Me. . . And that will be the Color            I want to be. . .

Dance Scorch Burn Turn Tickle Tackle Tangle Smooth Move Run Rub Walk Climb Slide Glide Caress

Driving into Nothing Rain Storms Down Coldness Billows Around          Like a Shield of grey,  Fog          Springs of Colors,       Wet Leaves          Bleak Browns,            Cropped Feilds I wish You were Here You could hold Me Tight And tell Me things will be Alright.

The skin of some one looked smooth in the pale moon light. The skin of some one smelled of a bunch of apples. The skin of some one tasted of sweet chocolate. The skin of some one felt of silk. The arms of some one rapped around me like a sheild. The body of some one, who lay next to me, felt safe.

Must you taunt me ever so boldly Must you pretend to ignore me, ever so Must you walk ever so slowly Must you talk ever so sweetly Never to me or for me, but always with me ... in my sight Must you stand there ever so proudly Must you wait there ever so patiently Must you hate me ever so kindly Must you love me ever so quietly