

It's Easier to Cry... Part II I sat upright in bed. The darkness that I used to loathe was now comforting, anything was better than reliving this nightmare over and over again. I threw off my sheets that were drenched regardless of the cold. The clock read 3am, but I knew I wasn't going to be sleeping anymore tonight. I needed to go somewhere; I needed to get out, drive around, blast the music, think. Thinking was the poison I willingly embraced. Although its results often rendered me feeling helpless and alone, it was the only time I was truly myself these days.It's Easier to Cry... Part II by ~simpledisappointment
I striped off


The Brightest Firefly She flutters back and forth across the lawnThe Brightest Firefly by ~simpledisappointment
Chasing the flecks of brightness in the all encompassing dark.
She catches one, and for a second,
Holds the light of the world within her tiny hands
Before letting it float back up
To rejoin the stars that ignite the evening.
She dances with the innocence only a child can have.
She is flawless and seems to be painted
In the whiteness of purity for everyone to see.
But it is just the moon lending its pale light
To illuminate this moment of transparency
In which the world just becomes so clear.
Her eyes glitter as a speck of light is lost inside them
Growing and glowing from within he


It's Easier To Cry in the Rain Walking ahead of me, he looked so… defeated. The way his head hung and his hands shoved into his coat pockets made him look so broken. I knew a lot about being broken and as I stood there, in the rain, I just wanted to fix him. I wanted to put him back together and make him whole.It's Easier To Cry in the Rain by ~simpledisappointment
My feet pounding on the pavement, I ran to catch up. He didn't even react to my presence. With his stride being so much larger than my own, I had to take two steps to his every one just to keep pace. I slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow and we just walked.
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I Live For the World of You I trace the curves and corner of your name on the granite.I Live For the World of You by ~simpledisappointment
They've become almost as familiar as the curves and corners that your body once held.
The rock stands strong and cold like the fractured remnants of my heart.
The winds awake and embrace me in a whirl of smells and sounds lingering like happier days.
It's comforting like the arms I used to run to;
Comforting but cold, numbing my skin to match what lay beneath it -
A sorry broken mess of emotions littered with bright memories
Like the cold dark earth is littered with leaves coloured with the glory of death.
Gazing up into your warm brown eyes has been replaced by the view of my
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New Year's Resolution Because my mother insisted so forcefullyNew Year's Resolution by ~Zujadik
on forming New Year's resolutions
I've been obsessed with mirrors, closets,
the world, all the people and things
that I do not care for. The clicking of the second
hand at 11:53 pm cranks up my age every year;
but that geometric rising pales to the exponential soaring
of my disdain for that anniversary. Time,
like shadows, does not move in moments
but is a blending.
An honest disregard for bettering myself
is the strongest step towards any form
of contentedness yet. The slow degradation
of others' resolutions pains me, that unconscious slipping
from day to day like
though it's rough expect it to change
nice to meet You
thanks for the
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smell.the.flowers.while.you.can