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My Final Crimson SpeachI am sick, and I am dying,
This life is soon to leave me.
I cannot handle the pain and the lying,
And the painful swords that pierce my heart.
I wonder wether I shall be missed
Because no one seems to care.
The many ways I have been dissed,
I am stuck in an endless torment.
I will soon give in to the black,
For it invites me with the promises of peace.
The last thing you'll see is my back
As I leave this world.
I will soon forget you,
Because the pain you give is unlimited.
The things I would do
Just for us to work.
Your love gives me reason to live,
So I will die without it.
And the love to you I would give
Now rots in the depth of my black heart.
Only to you does my heart truly belong,
my heart burns through other's hands.
Yet I know you cannot be wrong,
You are my love.
Now I must kiss your lips
for the last time.
And I hope you enjoy your future trips,
As much as you have enjoyed my final crimson speech.
The Pains That FollowTime had become a complete phantom to Mrijev. Since the fight, Kit had broken up with Inky for being so mean to his opponent. Now she lived with Mrijev in his colorful home.
Strangely, though, Kit never changed, day never came, and Mrijev couldnt stand up. Kit came to Mrijev and embraced his head, coming closer to the boy. Her hands placed themselves on a sore spot on his head, and she began fidgeting with his skull. He leaned forward and tenderly laid his lips upon hers. As he drew back his head he noticed her hand doing the same, and as her palm collided with his cheek his head as well as the world about him spiraled into the dull colors of cruel reality.
As Mrijev looked around him, he noticed himself in the same place as his brawl with his friend. He noticed that he had a huge headache and that he was sitting in a pool of his own blood. Yet these circumstances mattered not to him: He quickly looked up to see the girl whom he had mistakenly insulted. Ju
Boy on the ComputerI have found the one,
The one who brought me much joy.
But now the joy it brings is none,
For reasons that pain me so.
You seem to have changed,
From what im used to.
Now sick and deranged.
This is not the one I loved.
I must begin to question,
Is the love i daydream of,
Nothing in this world but fiction?
Can I love whom youve become?
But I too am at fault,
I too am to blame for our disconnection.
Many a woman has penetrated the vault,
That is now the replacement for a heart.
Punishment to me is given,
Of eternal storm.
But what you talk about cannot be forgiven,
The ones you love wont survive without the kindness youve given.
But as a final comment,
I do as you do,
In order for a relationship to stay cement,
No matter the cost to me.
But if you choose to return,
I still cannot promise myself to you.
And from this pain my heart does burn,
Do i still love you.
Confrontational DelightMrijev stepped in the front door of the old school, he hated the school and despised its disgusting nature people actually taught here and some actually learned. This school was a horrible place to try and send a good boy into; people smoked, they skipped class, and even some still have certain relations with others. And yet along with these thoughts of revulsion comes slight admiration of the institution due to the fact that he knew that it was his ancestor who set up this pitiful place.
Taking a closer look at the boy youd see a lonely kid starved for attention from the opposite sex. He always wore four sweat bands; two Christian witness sweatbands, one Halo 3, and one Guitar Hero. He also wore a black wristband and a chain around opposite wrists. He was already growing in facial hair and always wore a grey hoodie that he kept his hands in the pocket thereof. The boys physique was simple; nothing flashy, nothing scary, just moderate. He also seemed to omit a black
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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