grab a piece of paper,
take a pen
and write about your heart.
the way it beats,
how you’ve been hurt.
they’re only words,
you can’t bleed from saying them.
dance with all your clothes on,
have a sense of integrity.
don’t let him buy you
with anything less than love.
show him what’s under your skin,
not under your clothes.
she blames him and he blames her.
he yells to prove he’s the one who’s right,
she screams that he’s wrong.
he doesn’t want to admit defeat and stands his ground,
she says okay, alright, i give up and you win.
he doesn’t want to win that way, so he keeps on.
she gets frustrated, asks him why he can’t just let it go.
he tries to defend himself with an excuse,
she fights back.
he asks why she’s like like that,
she starts crying, but he can’t let go of his pride.
he watches as she walks out the door, with nothing more to say.
she wishes he would grow up and stop her,
he wishes she would stop being stupid and come back.
she can’t stop crying as she storms out,
he sits down, not knowing what to do.
she doesn’t walk far, hoping he’d come and find her.
he reluctantly gets up and goes to find her,
she yells at him some more but this time he doesn’t fight back.
he says i’m sorry, you’re right.
She built a wall, of vanity and forced confidence. A mask of perfect make-up, diamonds that shine so bright, you can’t see the scars. A layer of lies, perfected so that no one can crawl through the cracks and see what’s inside. Even her bones are hurting, from all this running and hiding. The ugly truth behind the beauty; She’s not so different under her skin after all. She bleeds the same, no glitter running through her veins. She can’t cry, can’t ruin the make-up that protects her from the cold unforgiving eyes. She pulls the trigger, but nothing’s changed at all.
a twisted image of beauty,
an impossible standard of perfection;
a murderer in the making.
They come and go,
They go faster than a trend.
They look, they touch,
But they never want to stay.
They like it but they don’t love it,
Don’t love it enough to stay.
They make small talk,
Smile politely.
Then they leave.
They leave,
And they never stay.
They never look back again.
They let it fade away.
Fade away on their calendar.
They pretend,
Until it’s almost true.
They don’t even remember anymore,
Remember why they came.
They never said Good-Bye,
They don’t say Hello.
One day it might be funny.
One day.
Bombs.
Because no one’s happy with what they’ve got,
Struggling for something they don’t need.
Selfish alibis and lies of perfection.
Lies, lies, lies.
Because they’re all consumed in their greed,
Ignorant and oblivious to cries of agony.
Driven by gluttony and power.
Dropping bombs.
Because nobody cares, nobody wants to see,
The scars they leave on innocent eyes.
A search in vain, for perfection.
And even more lies.
Because gold seems to shine brighter than lives,
Stained and ruined by meaningless bloodshed.
Driven by fear, hated and blunt pain.
Blind steps towards empty happiness.
It was a scene, of passion, of lust, of animalistic hunger. He wanted her and she wanted him. She wanted him, trembling with fear, crawling under his skin. She took a step back, smiled a seductive smile. She fell on the ground, a cold lifeless mannequin. She shattered, and her crimson blood splashed across the tiled floor.The scene froze, a beautiful night, lit by the phosphorescent waters. Drawn in by her haunting beauty, I gazed down at the mannequin. Her eyes seem to bore in to mine, as if to share a secret. She had evanescenced away, but she was still here. I could feel it, the way a chill ran up by spine and into my brain. I ran, searching for her, before she could find me.
Under this temporary layer of happiness,
I’m falling. Falling so fast,
I don’t know when I’ll hit the water.
The uncertainty of the present drowns me,
oh, so slowly. I open my eyes,
to find myself dangling on the surface.
Filed under: Other writing pieces | Tags: habbo hotel, internet, online chatting
HABBO HOTEL;
if you don’t know what habbo hotel is, congradulations and give yourself a pat on your back; you have a life. habbo hotel is an anonymous chat space, where you can make a little pixel character of yourself and it “walks” around habbo hotel, going from room to room.
during hard times of immense and desperate boredom, i make an acount on habbo and just sexually (as sexually as it can get online, which isn’t saying much.) and verbally abuse people.
my character on habbo is a 17 year old guy that walks around with a bunny hat and a tux with pink shorts and flip flops. he is the DEFINITION of cool.
he is a flaming homosexual and hits on guys very openly. he has a boyfriend named kyle. (hahahahaa: riley)(but riley doesnt know that) he dances up to a guy from behind saying
“unf unf. spread your legs”
he is sexually agressive. can you tell? he compliments other guys on habbo, things like:
“i like your speedos, and what’s in ‘em”
to which the guy replied:
“i like yours too =)”
i was scared, and left the room immediately.
he randomly starts dancing and waving at people, has loud sex with inanimate objects such as chairs, in the middle of the library. he usually walks around saying things like:
“unf unf unf unf unf unf” multiplied by around 1564045464685
“ZOMG CARPET!” “ZOMG CHAIR!”
“ZOMG [what ever he sees]!”
all innapropriate language is banned from habbo hotel, and the swear word is replaced by “bobba”. on habbo, my character is often found saying things like:
“someone bobba me now!”
“i like your bobba. very nice.”
“bobba you”
now that i’ve introduced you to habbo hotel and my character, i’m going to tell you about a serious case of online retardation.
i walked in to a room, and screamed out to everyone:
“SOMEONE FXCK ME NOW!” (i had learnt to purposely misspell swear words by this point)
and a girl came up to me and said:
“i would, if you would take off your bunny hat.”
i replied with:
“i meant GUYS.”
she was unfazed. she continued to consent to sex i never asked for.
i told her:
“your pixel face is ugly.”
for retarded reasons, she was highly offended and kept screaming:
“NO IT’S NOT! YOURS IS!”
by then i had started laughing my head off in my chair. amazed by her retardation, i told her how retarded she was for taking that “insult” (if you can actually CALL it an insult) seriously. i told her that she must have no life other than habbo hotel, and that she should get off the computer every now and then to meet some REAL people who DON’T have pixel faces. she was highly offended, adding to my amusement. she left the room.
never let yourself be one of those people. people who live their lives online, with people they don’t know. people who seriously go to online chat spaces for ACTUAL relationships, or just plain cyber sex. online chat spaces should NEVER be taken too seriously; you never know if the people you are talking to are who they seem to be. (as everyone has heard before.) life should be lived with REAL people, not people who you only know by screen name. your conversations with a majority of your friends should not consist of:
“asl?” “sup” “nm” “lol” “omfg”
related websites:
http://www.habbohotel.com
http://www.explosm.net/articles/6135/
click on the second link;
it is the best article i’ve ever read.
