He kissed you slowly, and the feeling of love drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And you went further on.
You walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much more different than the other.
You enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
You shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. You grab the knife under your bed from when you were eating watermelon and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. You can’t control it. You walk out your door and towards the person you love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. You lift the knife into the air and try to hold back. You fingers cringe, trying to press the knife against his neck.
You feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. You let out a quiet sigh and smile. You are glad that you didn’t kill. You slowly lose grip of the knife and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the knife is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that you are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
You begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” You whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, showing he would be gone any second.
You run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” You say slyly and step away from the body.
You walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much more different than the other.
You enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
You shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. You grab the knife under your bed from when you were eating watermelon and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. You can’t control it. You walk out your door and towards the person you love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. You lift the knife into the air and try to hold back. You fingers cringe, trying to press the knife against his neck.
You feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. You let out a quiet sigh and smile. You are glad that you didn’t kill. You slowly lose grip of the knife and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the knife is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that you are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
You begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” You whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, showing he would be gone any second.
You run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” You say slyly and step away from the body.
People say flowers are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once you get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid or a sunflower.
I may not be a rose or an iris.
I'm more of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once you get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid or a sunflower.
I may not be a rose or an iris.
I'm more of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
I love this photo.
Travel Log
After watching a few videos of Rick Steve on Youtube, I was very inspired by him to be a travel log since I love travelling, especially to Europe, more parts of the US and both South and Central America.
Movie & Musical Review
I love to write about movies and musicals that I had seen, so whenever the latter is adapted into the former. I would also compare them if I had seen a musical before, however spoiler alerts ahead!
Book & Movie Review
Although I had done this a couple of times on Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code and Angels & Demons, I hope to do more of this!
Enjoy Writing!
Whenever I write, I tried to improve myself and on my writing skills. It also became a hobby that I really enjoy!
How I wish!
Another day in paradise, NOT!
Just another summer day of hanging out with friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the next minute I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
Just another summer day of hanging out with friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the next minute I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
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