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It's a funny thing.
It lifts you up from your darkest moments.
Drags you up and makes you smile
It turns the monsters in your closet into butterflies
It's the light that chases away the dark.
It's what brings that one rational thought
To the girl on the brink of suicide.
It's what makes her find the strength
To make it through the day.
It makes you fight to keep going.
A single word, that can stop tragedy
It works well with other words.
What words are these?
Four words that can take a broken mind
And put it back together.
Piece by piece.
They aren't a jagged little pill
They're easy to take in and handle.
They're wonderfully sweet.
But when it all comes down to it?
All you have to do is
Last NightYou told me not to break down
I tried to catch my breath
You asked me not to cry
I tried to fight the tears
You told me it would be okay
I tried to believe it was the truth
You asked me to promise you this wouldn't be goodbye
I tried to make a promise I couldn't keep
You told me we could get through this
I tried to believe it all
You asked me if I would be okay
I tried to make you feel better
You told me you wouldn't hurt yourself
I hoped this was the truth
You asked me to do the same
I made a promise I couldn't keep
You told me you still loved me
I wanted to cry again
You asked me to stay safe
I told you I'd try
You told me you didn't want us to lose our friendship
I wasn't sure that you really did...
You asked me if I would tell you when I got it figured out
I told you I would...
The truth about last night?
I cried myself to sleep.
I couldn't keep the promise that I wouldn't hurt myself.
Can't We Pretend?Can't we pretend I don't have a pulse?
After all, who's going to miss
One less country girl in this world?
Not like they aren't a dime a dozen,
With all the posers that are out there.
Can't we pretend that I don't breath?
The fields and woods will thank the stars
That there isn't a girl in boots
Tromping around in the undergrowth
After whatever suits her fancy that day
Can't we pretend that I can't see?
The animals will be much happier that way
They won't have to worry anymore
About being hunted or trapped in the woods
They'll rest easier
Can't we pretend that I don't hear?
That I'll never know what it's like
To hear the first sounds of fall
That come from the Canadian goose
Or a buck in rut ever again?
Can't we pretend that I don't feel?
That I'll never feel the cool air on my skin
That I'll never feel the gentle caress
Of dying leaves as they try and cling to their tree,
Or even the heat of a fall bonfire?
Can't we pretend that after this fall
The forest will never hear the sound of
Welcome To A Random SkylineWelcome to a random skyline
All lit up by a memories that won't be forgetten
Lying there in a coward's arms
Unable to move without fear
Of stirring the monster.
Just laying there in a coward's arms
Without a shock of pain
Watching the tears fall from your own eyes
Watching as they trace down your forearm
The cold pierces your chest
Laying there recounting the events
Feeling as weak as could be
In this body you will live
In this body you will die
You must live with the memories
That you invested your love this way
That this could have happened at all
That this could even be a possibility
Pain pierces every breath
As you try not to move
Lying in the coward's arms
Silent sobbing woke the monster
And the monster took out its anger...
Whispered words from the coward
Turn him into a monster....
"I never meant you any harm."
Forcing a sad smile for the monster
"I know." Whispered back to appease the beast
But deep inside you know it's not
Entry 1.4Location: Where I left this note
Date: July 30th, 2097
Time: 10:58 p.m.
I hope that you find this note in time. I really would rather you not be captured by the Saiev. Truthfully, that would put a bit of a damper on both of our days. It hurts to tell you this, but I didn't leave to look for what I thought were signs of my little brother across the bluffs. My little brother died six years ago, in a car accident, at the beginning of the Great Migration. One of the Flocks was in the process of moving and the car they were in had to turn around before they were scented by the Flock. Unfortunatly, the Flock saw them before they could get away. My sister and I were in a seperate vehicle behind the one my parents and my brother were in. We were carrying the supplies; while my parents, brother, and the couple that they had picked up to help escape the Flocks were in the lead car. The Flock managed to tear the doors from the car. It scares me, how a group of i
Had to do something with Photoshop for one of my Art classes. So I made a musical zebra.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, folks...
Stock Image: [link]
Time: 3 hours approx. on and off.
Program Used: CS5
I don't own the brushes used, they belong to whoever made them. I just can't find the original ones..
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