Ciel - Light and DarkWhere were you when our hearts divided?You said we’d always be united!You were my breath into my mouthThe name I use to shoutBut in your eyes is bloodYour sins over-floodI struggle just to breatheMy skin tears beneath your teethI am your everlasting victimYour DNA runs throughout my systemMy body is completely yoursBut this is what I endureYou’re the enigma in my lifeContinuing to thrust the knifeI am dying with apathy eyesI’ve been filled with filthy liesFor I am your entityYour incessant chemistryBound by the lies in your veinsMy existence is trapped in chainsBut to you…I am your lightI’m what makes your heart igniteI’m the antidote to your innocenceI am your very synthesisYou’re in forever stagnationAnd I’m your only salvationTrapped by innocent, trapped by painTrapped by torture you can’t sustainWe are a unity, we are oneThe only something you can’t outrunI am you and you are meInnate for al
Once upon a tragedyOnce upon a time I wanted to dieI would hide in my room and cry and cryNo one ever noticed and no one would askAnd if they ever did I would put on a maskIt started a few years back when they got a divorceMy parents did split with both yelling and forceI was left alone and told to go playBut how could I lie and tell them okayI was only a child, but not anymoreThe year I was four is no moreNow I am considered a beautiful young ladyBut looking in the mirror I no longer see KatieWhat I see is the scars left behindFrom a girl once little, perfect, and kindI fight with myself every single dayI cannot win, and my body’s gone astrayWhen did I start cutting? I said I never willWhen did I start cursing? Or start popping pills?I must have stopped eating or something else is wrongDear God please can you help me, where do I belong?My ribs jut from my waistAnd is that blood I taste?How do they not notice? Why do they look away?Why do I always smile and tell them I’
Digital CameraIn this digital screenIs a picture of your faceYou look so pretty and happyForever and alwaysI click the arrow overAnd the camera shows a slideIt’s you and me togetherBut also that other guyHe always made me angryI never liked him aroundI screamed and fought with youWhich only brought us downThe photo changes againBut this time only usWe’re holding hands togetherIn the park out by the busI remember that night clearlyAnd the picture changed once moreIt was like it was yesterdayThat I found you on the floorI screamed out your nameAnd tried to find my phoneBut my hands were shaking badlyAnd I felt completely aloneThe picture on the screenWas of your graveThere were flowers and were peopleAnd the memories in my brainHow could I not seeThat you were never truly smilingAnd that all along it wasYour hurt that you were pilingMaybe it was that guyOr maybe it was meOr maybe it was your job;Perhaps your familyI glare into the screenAs a recording c
Blindly For You Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*Title: Blindly For YouPairings: Sebastian/Ciel Light YaoiRating: T / Pg-13Genre: Drama/Angst/RomanceSummary: My name is Ciel Phantomhive and I am blind. it's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all, i don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.Warnings: This is NOT SHOTA! Although it has mentions of love in it. There will be some sebaciel. ALSO IF YOU DON'T LIKE DO NOT READ! You're immature if you comment. There is a back button for a reason. Also, you will cry if you read this. Sorry.. =/ Lastly, there is a bit of cursing and I am also sorry if the characters are OOC. I tried my best!
Day of SilenceIn unbiased, unspecific terms, the Day of Silence is an opportunity to maintain a vigil that simultaneously reflects on lives cut tragically short and to serve as a reminder of the end result of hatred, prejudice, and indifference. If you are a progressive proponent, it is a day in honor of and reserved for the suffering of the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender communities of America a chance to proclaim a social and political message that the worth of a person is not determined by his or her sexual orientation, and that discrimination on such a merit is no better than racism or sexism. If your views are more orthodox, it is paradoxically an unacceptable acceptance of a deviant lifestyle, the promotion of an agenda that leads to the desecration of traditional family and community values.It would be a lie to say that my own view of the Day of Silence is itself unbiased. I am a quietly proud Christian and a proponent of the value of the family, but my experiences and times w
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesDread the whispered lullabiesDrown beneath the spinning skiesFeel the truth you can't denyTaste the blood upon your tongueFeel the poison fill your lungsI am she who lies amongThose who know where things belongFeel the weapons kiss your skinListen to the screeching windSee my power, watch me win…And never fall in love again…
Can't you hear the voices?Can't you hear the voices?As they ring inside my headCan't you see the faces?Painted in the blood so redCan't you taste the poison?As it rests upon your tongueCan't you hear the voices?No?Then you do not belong.
HUMANWe all have problems, it seems to beWe all want something we cannot seeWe all feel like we're failures on the insideBut outwardly you hide it like it's some surpriseWe look at the cutters like their a messThey don't know what they want so we all digressBut a problem is a problem whether big or smallAnd sometimes it's not even a problem at allLike the child who is crying over a broken toyOr the little baby laughing who is filled with joyThe mother who lost her very first childTo the teenager who's careless and runs around wildThe world we live in is a crazy disasterAnd we are the ones who is its ringmasterSo to those who destroy is and fill it with hateDamn them to hell along with their mistakesTo the gays and trans and all in betweenTo the ones hurting and crying with pleasLove who you want and never be fakeDon't listen to haters for goodness sakeDon't be too hard on yourself, you'll make mistakesYou'll fall in love and have your heart breakYou'll have bad habits
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnd slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spinesI am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosyInk stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupilsI'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough dropsWhile remaining curled between Tennyson and SteinbeckWasting days wondering why grass is greenAnd how it can be greener for others and not IThen I realized its all artificial food colouringAnd polystyrene picket fencesSticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smileI've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armourBut like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasketSaved for a rainy day
Remember the Angel?Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still thereRemember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your powerRemember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?You ran away and left her there, you left her there aloneRemember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand newRemember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?All of that was only for you , sent from aboveRemember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
18.07.12Max had waited for this moment since the day he’d been first activated. So what if the Council had subsequently determined that his model was too unstable for actual combat and repurposed them as crossing guards. Max had been created to be a hero, and no amount of reprogramming was going to stand in his way. Granted, his first two attempts hadn’t gone exactly as planned. There was no one to actually save in the first fire he set. He made sure there were at least five in the second, but some dumb X9 model had beaten him to it and got all the credit. Not this time, though. This time had been perfect. Plenty of heartstring-tugging potential victims, the nearest X9 units experiencing temporary technical difficulties, and a news crew with a perfectly timed tip. And it’d worked. Exactly as planned. In the end, he’d only gotten out four of the twenty, but t
DieDie:Such a simple word, spewed without thought."I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?To say that one is deserving of death,Suggests that you are ready to kill.And if indeed you are ready to kill,Then you too must be prepared to die."Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
how to move mountainsthe mountains came down to listenor was itthat I went up to tell them of these winter snowsthat hit early springas if they couldn't those mountains, shake it offthemselves. ink on my quill isa thought not yet written.a simple stick in snow couldwrite the same questionsand the answer too, along with the snow's fading presence.
I'm SorryI'm sorry I'm not perfectI'm sorry I'm not a prodigyI'm sorry I'm not a better brotherI'm sorry I'm not a better friendI'm sorry I'm not a better personI'm sorry I'm not strong enoughI'm sorry I'm a failureI'm sorry I'm tryingI'm sorry I'm crumblingI'm sorry I'm cryingI'm sorry I'm not sleepingI'm sorry I'm not eatingI'm sorry I'm brokenI'm sorry I'm showing bruisesI'm sorry I'm in the houseI'm sorry I'm living hereI'm sorry I'm acceptedI'm sorry I'm aliveI'm sorry I'm meBut apologizing wont change anything, so I'll do something about it.
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.You had fallen from so high so long before.I'd give my soul to carry you back up.But no matter how hard I try,I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,To stand by yourself,Change yourself.And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.But do you mind,If I,Just sit and wait with you a while?While we both have the time.
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
Forget me notLife has become a dead weight;What is Love? When all is Hate.What once was a peaceful dream soLucid, so daring, so bold!Now but remnants of a past-to-be-forgotten, I’m told. As a child, I knew not of you,What was false, or on the other hand, trueAs eyes turn on me, cold,You alone take me in your arms and holdOn to what is left of a little girl who never made it outOf that dream to be forgotten. I thought things were foreverDare I say anything could die, for that was never.But life is a funny thing, you know?You believe so strongly in Now that when you look back..Now was only Then and then you thought things were perfectBut as it passed, your view collapses. It shatters. Like a cracked window,The view you saw, now distorted. Contorted. Deformed. Horrific. I still believe in you. Even though all that has come to past has been nothing but trueAnd true it is, true with all the evil life could doThough I look at you now, through seemingly flawless
You are the Sunlight For Her It started off like thisWhen I gave you that first kissIt took you by surpriseAnd made me close my eyesI won’t lie, I was scaredAs you stopped and staredI couldn’t even breatheBut then you kissed meIt shattered all our fearAnd made our love clearMy feelings only grewBut inside I always knewThe time you fell from the swingFrom the first time I heard you singThe first time you held my handI was so nervous I couldn’t standEven though I can’t cookYou still give me that lookMy hearts melts every timeReminding me how you’re mineYou’re the ending to my storyAnd the happiness that I keepMy life is never boringAnd why I’m peaceful as I sleepI love you with all my mightI love you with my entire soulYou’re the love that’s always rightAnd the love I can’t controlYou’re the reason why I fightYou’re the reason for my laughterYou’re the everlasting lightYou’re my happily