And I Can't Find You AgainDid I imagine your face?And I Can't Find You Again by indigoXD9
So many mistakes.
The salt water on our bloodied flesh,
Green tears on your face.
Cigarette smiles and alcohol fuelled desires
Was all it took to send you away.
It was so cold but the stars were so bright
And I held you very tightly,
To keep the world from penetrating your bones
And turning you to dust before me.
But now the skeleton in the closet is bashing around,
And there’s a silence in the air.
Did I imagine your face?
Where you the girl with lipstick made from snow flakes
Or a vision from this heat haze,
That has its talons deep inside me
Is this a crumbling rock or something that was broken anyway?
I’m not so sure anymore.
I fell asleep as the sun came up
And you went home as it came tumbling down,
Like a lead balloon falling from the clouds.
I must have imagined your face,
No one knows where I went,
Lying in someone else’s nest,
When I should have been beside you.
I am struggling to picture your face.
Tales of a College FreshmanTales of a College FreshmanTales of a College Freshman by thenandmshow
I suppose it all staeted when in 10th grade. My AP Euro teacher, Mr.Power, had told us "You can either have friends now or later." Only being 15, I chuckled alongside my classmates, thinking that it was silly we'd ever be without friends. They were essential for our existence as young people. I wouldn't ever be friendless. I should've taken his advice more seriously.
Let me describe myself. My name is Morgan. I'm 18 years old and a freshman in college. I study English. I'm an AVID tutor at the high school I graduated from, Ramona. I have a boyfriend, I have a best friend, and I have a relatively easy schedule. I am alone 99% of the time.
At first, this seems like just another sob story of a lonely white girl who can't handle life without a large group of friends. However, I want to try and convince you this is different. The opinion you make of me is entirely up to you.
At the end of my senior year, I was over the moon. I was going to a very good schoo
The Universe“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”The Universe by thenandmshow
A single silver thread. A thread that spans the entire circumference of the world. I travel along this thread, it’s bound to my side. I can an infinite amount of stardust floating about me. I see people moving, people still. I blink, someone stops moving, I blink again, someone new moves. I am golden.
I sway through the stars, I live. I stop and let myself float, I am dead. What am I? Am I like them? Do I move? Am I still? Alive or dead? I do not know what I am.
Their souls are solid, they have one purpose. My soul is liquid, it has many objectives. I see someone who stops moving, like a toy winding down, I blink at them, and someone new is formed in a far off land. What power do I possess?
The stars align in a certain way I can control. I wave my hand, I see a family, I wave my hand again, someo
My name is Morgan, I'm 18 years old, and I am a freshman in college, pursuing a degree in English. I like to read and write, as you can well imagine for an English major, but I also like anime, drawing, video games, wasting my life on Tumblr, the usual.
Feel free to send me a message if you ever want to talk~