Amazed-For-Now

I have a word on the tip of my tongue, I'm just not sure what it is, There are so many words I can use to describe you, And most of them aren't that nice, You need to take better care of yourself and watch what you do, If you want me to start saying nice things about you.

I want to travel, But I don't want to leave. I want to be loud, But I'm afraid to speak. I'm excited to live my life, But I don't want to leave today. I'm full of contradictions, Those are just a few. I could go on forever, Yet I can't bring myself, To want to. What side should I choose? Should I blend the two sides, And just avoid conflict? Should I pick a side, And let it rule? Or should I let them fight? It's all so confusing! It's like I have two people, Trying to live contentedly, In one body.

They scream and taunt, shrill shrieking laughter. I tuck my knees up to my chin. "AMELIA JEAN YOU DISGUSTING UNLOVABLE VILE CREATURE..." please stop. "...YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN BORN YOU HORRIBLE FILTHY..." stopstopstopstop. "YOU MAKE ME SICK DISGUSTING..." "Now , now," their mother chides, folding her arms. She glances down sternly at the hissing, snapping Jabberwocks. tentacles push up from under their skin, wriggling and offering themselves to the sun. their eyes but rotting sockets for ashes to nest, their mouths pooling with flies and maggots. yet i am the filthy one. The mother steers them away, tutting. "Amelia Jean knows

Would you just shut up? Honestly, I am sick of your bitching and moaning You're lucky I don't let you blow up right now.

What are you afraid of? Rejection has no friends, But who will most reject you? Not I, not him, or them. See if we are the same, Then you will blend right in But if Rejection wins you You'll stay quiet, without friends What are you afraid of? Failures' failed you not. You have yet to even try your luck Cold irony, fear: hot What are you afraid of? Success is but a goal. You finish one, begin anew A never ending road What are you afraid of? The pain has gripped your heart Embrace that you will fall one day Then one day, you will not What are you afraid of? To die is but a dream. Sleep tight and you'll awake again Or vani

You remember having imaginary friends when you were little, right? Or did you even have one? I know I did. Hell, I had an imaginary brother. Then you grow up, and get some real friends. You know the ones that you can actually physically interact with.  When I say 'real' I don't mean the fake friends that you acquire along the way.  No, I mean like your best friend, the one that knows almost everything about you. Key word being 'almost.' Let's get back on track, shall we? The thing being that after awhile, you forget your imaginary friend (or brother) and leave them in the dust. How would you feel being left like that? Sounds suckish,

Hollow souls spout twisted bile over airwaves:                                                                                            "Starvation is the latest trend". We try not to listen, but b

Do you love me? Do you not? Must I wonder 'till I rot? If you do, you won't regret And if you tell me, I won't forget.

To this world of chaos, it makes me wonder, How much more sacrifice could we render? Our knees have fallen on blood-soaked soil, Is hope still here in this turmoil? So much we've had of this hurt, this pain, With just words; so many, we've slain. Amidst impenetrable darkness and so much noise, There came forth a kind, gentle voice. Our blinded eyes, once more, gained sight, Led out of the night and into the light.

Pain is something I had to get used too. Everyday I'd experience the emotional and mental instability you caused me. The gentle beating of the ravens feathered wings sound all around me. Always watching and supervising my every move. If I could ever converge with my family, I'm sure they'd reject me. For listening to the ravens high calls. The raven, a messenger of Satan. A long forgotten soul, never to be remembered in this world. I set you free with the pain I've felt, to deliver those emotions to the land. Focus on the people that have never felt precarious or denying of the earth. Let them undergo the hardships I've de