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just a note to say Happy New Year and such. oh, i am currently searching for names to use in my stories, so place comment if you have any interesting names. ^-^

Pain

He lurks in the
Shadows,
This teenage
Boy whose long dark
Hair
Hides his face,
And he waits.
He wishes yet
Again that
He was
Not Pain,
Not darkness
But strength,
Light.
He hates the
Pain he
Causes,
And his pain seeps
Into the shadows,
Surrounding him
Until it consumes all
Who come near.
He always hated it,
And tried to look
On the bright side.
He was not
Death,
He was not
Misery,
And he watched
Others,
Those he had hurt,
And they always
were better soon…/
Weren’t they?

6 ways

I am the notebook that is never
The same,
Always changing,
Always different.
I am the one
The girl clutches
To her chest
As terror
Consumes her,
Be it
The first day
At a new school,
Or the day she
Gets taken away
From her
Mother forever.
I am thrown
On the floor
In anger,
From not being
Able to find the
Right words.
I am left
On the bus,
My owner
In such a hurry
She left me
Behind, alone
And scared.
I am the
Notebook
That waits
On a shelf,
Yearning for
Someone
To pick me up,
Take me home,
And fill me with words.
I am the notebook,
Thrown into the closet
And buried under
Blankets,
In an attempt
To prevent an
Angry mother
From reading
The pain stained
Pages.

Life Is

life is the Beatlees song you
blast through your headphones
to drown out the silence,
it's the text books
everyone hated to lug,
the innoconce
of wishing for
a snow day,
the comfort of a
warm sweatshirt
from deep within
your closet.
the pain
memories may
cause
the fog that clouds
your mind when you
need to think the most
the belief in werewolves,
the hope a long-distance
relationship
will last.
life is the pen that dies
just as your creativity
flows,
the overwelming
sad feeling in graveyards,
the fun of dancing as thought noone can see you.