RADIANT-SHADOWS

"A true friend is one soul in two bodies."- Aristotle "A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- Shakespeare "Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say "infinitely" when you mean "very"; otherwise you'll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite." - C.S. Lewis "A man can't be too careful in the choice of his enemies."- Oscar Wilde "However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?"- Buddha "Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives.

I love you when you laugh I love you when you cry I love you even when you hate me I just can't stop. You love me when I'm crazy You love me when I'm mad You love me even when all that I do sometimes is shut you out You must be insane. We can never seem to get along We can never seem to understand each other We can never even seem to tell each other just how we feel.... about anything We shouldn't be together. But when we are... All you can do is laugh, cry, and tell me how much you don't hate me. All I can do is be crazy, anything but mad, and tell you how glad I am that I don't shut you out. All we can do is get along, be way

In all the delirium, I forgot to see the bliss. And before I fall into the dark visions, I have to remember to find the passion. But remember, the forbidden game is wicked and full of torment. The radiant shadows captivate, so be careful of the deadly little games that they will play. And never, ever, forget, that bad girls don't die.

You know, there are some people that you honestly believe you will always be friends with. Until over time, the phone calls get shorter and have further gaps in-between them, same with the text messages, the visits and times we get together shorten and then stop as well. Until one day I read something life changing about you, and I could honestly say that I had no idea that it had happened. You changed you religion since the last time we spoke. (I felt it was coming when we were still friends but just didn't want to believe it.) You got your first kiss. All without me knowing. You started telling someone we both used to hate things tha

Twisting. Twirling. Flakes in my hair. Stick out my tongue. Catch one midair. Nice and cold. Such a surprise. It's Christmas morning. Snowflakes arise!

I'm tired. I am just so damn tired. Tired of trying, tired of living, tired of being. It seems as though even taking up space requires tremendous effort these days. What happened to that lively, happy, carefree little girl? Where did she go? If she purposefully hiding from me? Is she trying to teach me a lesson? Because I UNDERSTAND! I understand that life is hard. And, well, it sucks. A lot. But why cant I still be that person? Who says I cant be happy? Because obviously, someone is assuming that. And I don't think I can prove them wrong by myself. I need help. But there's no one there anymore. There's just an empty chair,

Pieces of my carefully painted mask are strewn across the floor. The floor in the room, with the table, where a few days ago you were telling me I would never have to be alone again. Because you would never leave me. You wouldn't be another one of the men in my life that had just up and left. Why had I believed you? Why didn't I stop and think, "What if he's lying"? It would have hurt so much less. I wouldn't be laying here, missing you more than anyone else. I wouldn't be laying here, thinking back to the now painful memories that once made up the best moments of my life. I would probably be sitting at that table, eating breakfast wi

Be good. Thats what he said. I've got to be good. I need to stop being a stupid bitch too. I have to. Or else. He'll get mad. I know he will. It wont hurt to bad after a while. My body will start to feel numb. Then my head will feel all cloudy. Then nothing will be there at all. The first one is always the worst. After that its kinda dull. I don't remember things sometimes. Once in a while I even forget my name.(It's Morgan by the way) He doesn't ever use it anyway. So why is my name so important? I keep forgetting what I have to do. It's to easy just to lay there. The beds comfy. I never remember that I don't want him to

"Please! Please don't do this!" she screams, sobs, begs. "Why not? You know you want to! You're just scared! A big, fat scardy cat! You know you want this.It's all you ever think about doing." she whispers back. Her words remind her that she has thought about doing this. More times than she would wish to think about. "Yeah, I did think about it! But now I've changed my mind. I don't want to do this!" she moans. Pleads really. "Such an insolent girl! When do you think the next chance like this will come? They're away all weekend! That never happens!" she hisses. "I don't care! I'm not going to do it! You're not going to win this time." sh

Back and forth. Back and forth. The tide ebbs and swirls, surrounding, reaching, touching with its foamy fingers. Teasing at my last breathless moments. Surging up and over, pulling me under. The tide is winning... but for a moment my foot brushes the bottom, and I am able to push, to grasp hold of a few last breaths. For a moment, the tide must wait.