Sneek Peek At The Void Book Two: ExileBear's claws scrabbled at the rough, crumbling rock. He clung to the face of the cliff helplessly, unable to pull himself back up. "*BENJI! Help!" He yelped as one of his back paws nearly lost its grip on the tiny ledge. "HELP!" He called again, more desperately. Finally, Benji's face appeared in place of the dark, stormy sky. "Why, hello." He said calmly, in a not-at-all Benji-ish way. "Help me up!" Bear urged. Benji studied his paws for a painfully slow heartbeat before replying, "So. You need my help for once, huh, halfbreed?" "What?!" Bear gasped, staring at him in confusion. "You heard me. You're a filthy halfblood." Benji's lip curled. "But it wouldn't do to have you die here." He gingerly extended a paw, which Bear grasped in his teeth and pulled himself up, staring at his old friend in shock. "Wh-what do you mean? I'm a pureblood!" Benji tsked. "Oh, they never told you the truth~ I supposed they did tell you that you were a pureblood, practically born a hero
Tired...I'm tired of playing these gamesI'm tired of living this lifeI'm tired of breathe, it'll all get betterBecause you lied.Its not getting better.Its getting so much worse...
Free.They're asking you to rememberJust so you can forget.I'll never bend, never bowI'm stubborn to the end.You can grovel and snivel and whine,That's just fine be me.But I will never do what they demand,Because I want to be free.
.Its funny howSome people can justBlend into a crowdYou've seen them all your lifeBut never bothered to ask their nameAnd yet we say we care for everyone?
..........I don't seeWhy people yell whatI already know About myselfAt meI knowThat I'm messyAnd that I'm not the best at everythingI was there when I knew it for myselfSo you don't haveTo tell me.
IfIf I were to love you,BlindlyWould you guide me to your heart?If I were to miss you,DeaflyWould you call for my empty ears to come?If I were to tell you,MutelyWould you hear my silent cries?If I were to hold you,UnfeelinglyWould you alwaysTell me lies?
AutismO să mă găseşti īntr-un colţ al sceneiĪmpăturind porumbei şi guguştiuciDin hārtie igienică,Stoluri,Fiindcă nicicānd nu am jucat măreţĪn roluri.N-o să mă-mbrac īn frac,Īn fum şi oglinziCa să-ţi fac pe placSpunānd replici cuminţi.O să-mi smulg de sub pieleOase şi tendoaneSă mă scufund īn mineDeparte de oameni.
you're the coffeepaint by numbers and my writers blockare having sex again. i can't do anythingcreative on my own anymore. we arescattered snapshots, disorganized,not in order, and i'm my own "out of order"sign on a bathroom stall door in a publicwashroom. my clavicles won't let go of my ankles.i sleep in diagonals and wake up with"i-slept-all-wrong" and "i-have-a-stiffness-in-my-neck-and-a-crick-in-my-back."i had intercourse with purity,i used dirt as laundry detergent,i slept with insomnia as my pillow,and this morning i ate my hygienein the shower. tan lines were typewrittenon my cheeks when i wore your uglyfingers. you are the coffee stain ofi-wish-i-didnt-do-that on my teeth.you are the wine stain of i-don't-remember-what-i-did-last-night-but-i-know-it-was-stupidwithout the i-don't-remember part and minusthe wine. let's go fishing and reel in someof that makeup that covers up upper lefthand placements and downright fuckups.my notebook is a room and all the lettersare all t
if.if you could touch your fingerto the space between my breastsand surrender your thoughtsto the black hole in my head;if you could find my faceamidst a sea of replicasand let me listen to your voiceuntil i submerge in sleep;if you could breathe my namewhile remaining fully clothedand send shivers down my spinewith only the touch of our fingertips;if you could let me complete you,depend on me like a lover shouldand show no shame in who i amthen i will love you with a fervorno other being on this earthcould even imagine.
to a pointthis is very american,savage.going back to the street,former decembers,to the sooty-eyed womenstrangled in the trees.at least lifecan be stripped of wivesand the thing we see in scratched, public glassis our only self,goggling on eyestalksarranged in a starched collar. there are numbers i might arrange to look like words like immense, smacking, biblical tirades skinned into old papers yellow gamy streaks to break your skull and penance.
Antisocial vs. IntrovertI'm not antisocial,No, I'm serious,I'm not,But I am introverted.If I were antisocial,I would dislike everybody,I would never go out,And I would probably be unhappy.But I'm not,I'm very happy,I love my friends,And I love talking to them.I love parties as much as the next person, too,Laughing and talking and having fun,And I love to be able to go places with my friends,And I love having friends as great as the ones I've got.But as much as I love all of that,There are other things I love, too,That people don't understand,And some don't try to understand at all.I love being able to sit back,With a cup of coffee in one hand,I love sitting in bed all day,And reading books.I love to be alone in the house,I love to write and occupy myself,And smaller things like cats and dogs,Are enough to keep me company.I love to open my window in the summer,And feel the breeze come in,Followed by the soft tinkling of wind chimes,And the chattering of birds and squirrels
Thief of DreamsUp lateCan't sleepTrying to figure outWhat all this meansRolling over and overThe thoughts in my headTrying to get comfortableWith what you saidIt's too hotOr it's too coldThe feelings comeAnd the feelings goAll I haveIs just a memoryOf your bodyLying next to meInsomniaIs the worst of thievesRobbing meOf all our dreams
UserUser.People only want to know me when it's convenient.And I think all this time I've been way too naïve and lenient.It's all about what you can do for them in their time of need.And what words of advice you can give them so they can proceed.You give them strength and a push in the right direction.But now I'm realising it's always been a one-way connection.In order for one to give, the other must take.In order for one to be healed, the other must break.My use to you, is to be used by you.This relationship works as long as I never defy you.I tell you what you want to hear and offer you relief.But when it comes to my problems, you cant offer me a release.When you need me, I disregard all the plans I've got,But when I need you, you fit me in to your allocated time slots.And if I cant solve your life threatening dilemma.You will find someone else who fits in to your agenda.Your probably not even aware of this distasteful trait.You may even refer to me as one of your b
Socrates"There is a universe in whichwe do not exist. In it, my namehas never been spoken -not with the weight it holds now.If my name does not exist therethen if I were to be born withoutit, do I still exist?"I breath in."Even if you are no longer here totouch and to be touched, it does notmean you are dead. Look at a war,look at a book, look at the nightsky; tell me, do you see the nameshistory has claimed?"I breath out."You are still around until the memoryof you is gone; is done; until wesay you no longer matter. Look ata war, a book, the night sky; tell me,do you see the impressions of nameswe have ripped out?"My breath hitches."Look at a history book and thinkof all the names we have tried toforget; look at recent discoveries ofPharaohs and Kings and Emperorsand thank the dead for holding onas tight as they have."I breath in."You are here, making history, byremembering a name; a name youmay tell another and they will rememberthat name and you have now save
InescapableI grieve for youwith your jaundiced eyesand winter edged heartthat you perceive the worldis as coldas your soulor as emptyas your consciencethe milk of human kindnesscurdles on your lipspreferring bitter bileas your cup of teabase expectationsa justifiable rewarda frozen satisfactionseldom deniedBeware the grim honorof reapingwhat is sownstitched tightlyto your fateinescapable...
.I wish that I couldGo back to the timeWhen my worst worryWas not getting enough chocolate syrup on my icecreamAnd my worst fearWas the villian in a storybookBut I have come so farAndIHateMyselfForGrowingUp.