purple_shadows

Trying to fill what's empty But there's holes on the bottom Still I strive to find what isn't there Devoid of any real emotion An empty shell am I Everyone has secrets that they hide I bury mine the deepest As far as they will go Until something unlocks them There will always be these holes And though there's leaks I will not cry Just bury it inside Harden the interior To combat which is exterior

how about..."The Things We Don't Forget" I think I like that better.

This is really crappy, and i would say it's a work in progress, but i'll probably never return to it. So tear it up and whatnot, it doesn't matter. Little girl on the battlefield Tears welling in her eyes But all the bloodshed could never compare To knowing what she left behind If there’s one thing you’ll remember It’s that the truth hurts more than the lies And you’ll never forget the wounds that are your core When things go left unsaid They gnaw on your bones And suck the marrow from inside Leaving you to you’re thoughts alone When both parties’ are too stubborn It drains away your blood And fades the life light from your eyes Leaving you to continue the path on your own A sadder sight you never saw This fragile little ghost An echo of a past you wish you could let go But closure always seemed to come too late If there’s one thing you’ll remember It’s that the truth hurts more than the lies And you’ll never forget the wounds that are your core

Purple_Shadows wanders into the cafe covered in dust and looking a little out of sorts. She pulls a piece of debris out of her hair and examines it groogily, "Where on earth?" Compleately oblivious about the events surrounding the eviction as she had been asleep in an allyway for several days, she drifts over to a nice pile of sanguine coloured cushions to sit and gather her thoughts. Unfourtunately she is of the clumsy variety and often times you will find her tripping over nothing in particular, unless it's a chessboard, and there just happened to be a chessboard between her and her ideal cusion. Sighing, she resigns herself to the cusion behind her, and slumps akwardly to the ground. With not much better to do, and her thoughts having been interupped by the chessboard dilemma, she pulls her rat companion from her pocket, and they begin to play.

*does voctory dance* I'd like to thank the academy..... yayness.

How did it come to be That the distance between us did grow Almost as if overnight Like a gaping crevice And me without my bridge You turn and you walk away Love alone never kept anyone together We have nothing to say Like shattered porcelain And you without your superglue I had almost forgotten what it’s like to bleed As always, you’re just the one to remind me

hmmm...the only real complaint that I have is with lines 11 and 13 you repeat dim twice in such a short time period, and it kinda threw me off a bit. Other than that, I liked it. I hope you felt better today, because I couldn't find you anywhere. It was sad, because I was like 'Ok, I'm going to make him be in a good mood even if i colapse and have a coughing fit doing it." and then i accually did have a coughing fit and decided that I should probably head home. lol. *hugs*

Kinda reminds me of something Francesca Lia Block would write. good stuff.

take me too! oh pick me! pick me! *jumps up and down waving arms wildly above her head*

The wind picked up while I was standing outside, alone in the courtyard, surrounded by people. And I raised my arms to the sky, let it pass through me, caressing me. She said I looked as if I could fly, but where would I go to? And the wind stopped, and I forgot, and I danced in the rain. But the cold only made me colder, and the blood froze in my veins.

hmmm...definately makes you think. I like it.

What happens when two ghosts touch? I hope someday to know But time is quickly passing by And opportunities are low I wonder if when ghosts touch If there’s fireworks and light Or if they pass through one another And simply walk on by I wonder if when ghosts touch If there’s magick, if there’s sparks Or if they look through one another And remain in the dark I wonder if when ghosts touch If there’s the sense that they may fall Or if they reach through one another And find nothing at all What happens when two ghosts touch? I hope someday to know As time goes swiftly running by We sit and watch it go

I liked it. I mean I really liked it. I'm not sure what specifically, but it definately stirred an emotion in me that I haven't felt for a long time, but is very close to my heart. thank you, and keep up with the good work, i love your writting! *hugs*

*hugs* thanks. Its fun to write like that, and its always a nice feeling to be distracted, and yet have something come out of it. odd, but nice.

I really loved the imagry of that piece. I didn't feel so much that I was reading it, instead it was more like seeing it. Almost like a dream.

Have you ever had the feeling, That something’s just not right? Like everywhere you look, Something’s hidden out of sight? Have you ever sat and wondered, What makes the world tick? Of all the little small things, And large things made of brick? How far will life take you, When you ride this train of thought? Will you find a new life, Only to miss one you forgot? All things will diminish, And time can only tell, If you will find true happiness It’s better not to dwell. ======================== I'm just a little distracted, if you couldn't already tell. I dunno, my absence of thought seemed to be the inspiration of this....only not. And i'm probably just confusing you as well as myself. so, I hope you enjoyed it, if nothing else.

Personally i want to be burried, but not in the kind of coffins we have now. I want my body to eventually rot away into the ground. My family of course, wants me to donate my organs to science and cremate whatever is left. So I really hope that they die before I do, because no way in hell am I letting that happen.

that was great. It's cute and light, and something I'm sure a lot of people can identify with.

That's really, really sad, and elicited a very emotional response from me. Probably because I'm going through a situation that ties in very closely to it.

that has got to be one of my favorite lines ever. Very beautiful, very vivid and I'm sure many of us can relate to it one way or another.

wow, that's awesome. It's go a lot of depth. I'm glad you're coming back.

I really liked that poem. Still not to sure if I liked the flow of it or not, but I definately liked what it stood for. i notice that when i play chess, I'm best when I go in without a stratagy. I'm best in debate when the other side starts talking, because I don't come up with counter argruments until then.

I guess you'd just have to know me really, really well to know what that means. Its not something I really discuss outside of certain groups of friends.

disregard the first one, this flows better and has a a better syllable pattern 12, 8, 12, 8. Instead of the origional 12,9,12,8 The more that you tell me the less I want to hear Worse yet for I cannot be her Ironic how the one exception to the rule Could be so subconsciously cruel

this is accually only the first stanza, still working on the rest. Don't know if i want there to me a "rest" or not yet. This sums it up pretty darn well. The more that you tell me the less I want to hear Worse yet for I shall never be her Ironic how the one exception to the rule Could be so subconsciously cruel