RADIANT-SHADOWS

Let me slam into the linoleum – allow the tiled wall to leave lines behind that will blossom into bruises on my skin. I want to feel your five-fingered strikes caress my cheekbones like the sick love story of disaster and self-destruction I've created by downing one too many drinks. It's a relief to be marred with a mark made by a hand other than my own. I don't think I ever admitted to you how your handprint hovered on my skin in sickening harlequin and hunter greens – I imagined it appropriate to mask it with my make-up and use foundation to build my smiles in the morning.

Rain patters down On the needles of the pines Drops hit the ground With random plashing lines The sky is grey The air is lead I shout "Hey!" Just to clear my head Feeling contented in a sad sort of way At the base of the tree I slowly sit Satisfied with this peaceful day I don't care anymore for life and it's grit Rain runs down my cheeks As though I'm meant to cry From above a little bird peeks How do they stay dry? He seems to give a sigh As do I

The article in the paper said that she killed herself by jumping off an eight-floor apartment block. He felt that something was off there. Not in the gesture itself, but in its details. Her mother told the journalists, crying, that she wasn't the sort of girl who would do such a thing. Her best friend said that she had her depressive episodes, but nobody could possibly have expected this. But he? He didn't find her taking her own life all that surprising. Still, something wasn't right. No suicide note, no sort of message to him. No strange actions, no frantic love-making or dispassionate 'my head hurts' statements. Everything had been normal

I tried to count my scars, But I couldn't tell Where one began And another ended. So I tried to count the cuts, But I couldn't, because Blood smeared across my skin, Connecting them like a thin, Red veil of pain. And so I cried. I cried a single tear, because When I need to cry, I can't. Finally, I sat down, And put pen to paper, Or fingers to keys. And tried to write my emotions. But I couldn't, because I don't know how to tell the world What I feel like, When I have no right. I looked from the blood stained tissues, Across my torn body, Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me. Another tear was p

Alec knocked on the solid wooden door loudly, disregarding the idea that Magnus may have been resting. After a few seconds he pounded on the door again, cursing under his breath, and pulled his jacket tighter around him. Glancing up he saw the flicker of lights turning on and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he could get out of this torrential rain. Jumping slightly as the door swung open he could feel a slight blush play across his cheeks as Magnus revealed himself from behind the door. Dressed in his normal tight leather trousers and over sized baggy shirt with only a few buttons done up, Magnus smirked at the drenched Shadowh

 Mirror Mirror, On the wall Who is the  thinnest One of all Oh Reflection, I know it's not me I'm just too  fat And ugly Mirror Mirror, Long and tall Who is the  skinniest One of all Oh Reflection, Stand up straight Suck in your  gut Then I may not hate Mirror Mirror, Clear and bright Please don't  watch As I starve tonight Oh Reflection, Disgusting and lifeless Bordering  obesity Without another guess Mirror Mirror, Don't show me Bent over,  wishing For what I can't be Oh Reflection, Go!  Disappear! I'm stuck in this  body With food to fear Mirror Mirror, Broken and shattered Don

I'll scream but, Will you hear me?