chocoberryblue

they say the eyes are the windows to the souls, but why don't i see souls? all i see is fire Hot with determination and i stare blankly all i see is ice frosty like an open fridge as i stare blankly all i see is dull as you mourn the death of her and i'd stare blankly eyes are the windows but all i see is nothing in your life less eyes

A simple word could change a person, my mother said. So, I'd like to tell you three words, not just one. Three words could change you, a godess of striking beauty, from a punk to a glamorous sexy woman. Your eyes shine as bright as Las Vegas lights. Your smile is powerful enough to brighten even the worst of days. Your hair is silky smooth and smells like apple. You're a very powerful woman, and has potential of leading an army of punks with an iron --- or brass knuckle. An angel from hell, Whose wings of stormy skies Drip of purple hair dye You are a... miracle, I say. You are the best thing that happened in my worthless life. I lo

should you care about what they say? why would you wish to fit in? would you jump off a building, with cement blocks tied to your feet, if they asked you to entertain? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? if they say you will wear a chicken suit, while standing in a jungle full of lions, why would you say yes? WHY SHOULD YOU DO THAT? tell me a reason why you want to fit in, and be a slave to the people who crushed your hopes? and become just another minion, and blend in with everyone else? give me a reason not to slap you silly! don't you hate it when they boss you around? and treat you as if you are dirt? SO WHY SHOULD YOU CARE

the graceful movements of the way she walked reminded me of the waves at the beach. the words that came out of her mouth were as smooth as velvet. her touches sent chills down my spine. she was a goddess. ----- she never talked in class; she was super shy. i used to stare at her, and she's run out of class blushing whenever i stared at yvonne, she would start to blush madly. i didn't know if it was embarrassment, shyness, or love that led her to blush, but i thought it was really cute. the other kids in class would talk about her behind her back. "does she have a fever?' "what an ugly, fat, love sick mutt," "if she were so sick, then

Hush, now, little baby, don't say a word. ----- The coffee that my mom and dad gives me is bitter, and at first I didn't like it; I despised it. But my mom still gave me the bitter brown brew, and I couldn't say no to her. So I started to drink coffee daily. But, do I really have to drink coffee when I'm just five-years-old? I don't know anymore. It's now coffee day after day after day, and there was no stop to it. And each and every coffee, I get more and more paranoid. Everytime before I slept, I keep seeing these weird gnomes that would search in my drawers and take my underwear. I kept on shrugging it off, thinking I was just hallucina