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how beautiful this child is her rosy cheeks and rosy lips the innocence and pureness of it all she dreamt of walrus's selling balloons to children on a ferris wheel she was next in line to enjoy the ride oh what a shame this beautiful dream would end up dieing with a scream before she knew it the dream was done how beautiful this child is growing up, applying her lips and eyeliner, before she'd head to school that day talking about the crazy dreams she'd have since she was only three then people would tell jokes about her sense she'd go to sleep that night and think about all the wonderful, crazy dreams she'd dream up while s

nine o'clock sharp the doors open wide and everyone's let in for a masquerade ball without a date i came to find a special one, a love of mine my mask sits delicately on my face as i look around to dance it's difficult  to find a date when everyone is wearing a mask i spot the man across the room his eyes shine through the shroud i waltz around the ballroom making my way through the crowd i ever-so-slightly tap on his shoulder and ask him to dance with me he replied yes the whole entire night we danced he never removed his mask i never got to see his face i knew i should have asked

i used to live in a house of silence where there would not be any noise no cracks when the house would shift no creaks when i'd walk on the floorboards and when the sun would start to rise and the birds would all start to sing their noise couldn't penetrate the house i could not hear a thing my cars engine was nothing near quiet when i drove it around town but when i pulled into the garage it would not make a sound the worst thing about this silent house is that i couldn't write my music the keyboard wouldn't play the notes and i couldn't learn accoustic as hard as i tried i couldn't sing this house didn't want to hear anythi

Well what makes me happy… Butterflies and hearts and stars Are something really cute to me Animals so soft by far And things too wide to hug like trees Friends that stick around for you When you are stuck in troubled times Creative poems written by others Story books, fairy tales, and rhymes Robots all with blinking lights The deep sky in the starry night The difference between left and right Laughing so hard with all my might All these things that make me smile In this beautiful round earth They could all go on for miles But none as much as each individuals worth

I go for days without seeing you And I don’t know how I survive Because it’s you I live for And it’s you that keeps me alive Maybe the days don’t matter But the night is what I thrive for Because I see you in my dreams And I sleep to dream more You’re everything I know when I close my eyes I close my eyes just to see you And when my eyes are open wide There’s no point in what I do You’re always busy Always gone And now I’m suffocating Now I’ve slept For far too long I know I’m never waking

I wrote these words for you Short and simple For anyone to understands Maybe it’s not the most creative Or the most well thought out But anyone would like it I hope you’ll take into consideration All the things that we’ve been through And what these words will really mean When I will someday read them to you I’ll lay these words upon my bed You can sleep on them Think about what I said Oh these words aren’t powerful enough To share my emotions with you Until there is a stronger phrase I’ll start with “I love you”

I’m burning to ashes Burning to ashes Feel free, feel wild Feel open all the time Unstuck, ongoing This is where I feel all knowing There’s nothing better than this My hearts been racing for days What’s better than this bliss But what is coming from this Nothing at all, I fall Arms out in front of me Gasping for air I can’t breathe With your hands on my throat And my heart in your reach I let it all go Let it all get out of control Until I breathe again Can’t stop, not now I’ve gone too far Can’t turn around I have to let it go Or I’ll burn to ashes I’m burning to ashes The

Her head was spinning. She stumbled and fell ill. She thought, "Maybe one more drink will make me feel better." As she tried opening another bottle of beer she gagged. Vomit spewed out of her mouth on the nearest persons shoes. She stood up nd ran to the bathroom. She kept the door wide open as puke poured into the toilet and onto the floor. Fading in and out of conciousness she saw someone come into the bathroom. As the door closed she passed out. The next morning she woke up on the toilet. Her pants were hanging on from one of  her ankles and her legs spread wide apart. The toilet was still filled with her vomit from the night be