They pull the wool over her eyes,
And lavish her with words that stab her heart cold.

They put her out to dry,
And laugh in the wake of her battered soul. 

They scrub her hands raw,
And turn away as her flesh bleeds.

They use her,
And yet they always expect her to smile.

Some friends...

They pull the wool of her eyes,
And lavish her with words that stab her heart cold.

They put her out to dry,
And laugh in the wake of her battered soul. 

They scrub her hands raw,
And turn away as her flesh bleeds.

They use her,
And yet they always expect her to smile.

Some friends...

Once night fell, the route to the city was a foreign sight. The once crowded streets were bare and the endless droplets of April rain pooled on the pavements. The distant murmur of the sleepless city whispered from far away, and the dull yellow streetlights cast an anaemic glow across the paths. Cars briefly passed by, tossing rainwater to the side of the road before crawling onwards into the suburbs. The street was void; empty; absent of activity. Nothing was...

Empathy, through my eyes,
is more than a simple pang of pity for someone
an "I know how you feel"
or an "I've been through all of that"

You've never truly felt empathy,
until you meet someone who asks for none,
who seems unredeemable
someone others refer to as foolish or cruel

And in your head
you start to form
a lifelong melody of misery
that they have experienced

And in your head
you begin to wonder
what they've been...

    Dally's P.O.V:
I sat with Johnny in the lot he and Ponyboy always used to go to when Johnny was alive. After telling him how I ended up here in the end, he looked over at me and smiled.
"Gallant. You've always been a gallant man."
I chuckled, putting my hand on his cheek, which soon pulled him closer into a hug.
"Things are gunna end up just find, Johnny cake. I'll make sure of that."
He nuzzled his head into my shirt, and it wasn't five seconds before...

I couldn't count the hundreds
of times I looked up at the moon,
with a single hopeful daydream,
of stepping on it's surface soon.

If I could only get up higher,
without need for any plane,
I might touch the edge of world beyond,
and never be the same.

And yet if my journey only
was to the second nearest star,
great things would I encounter, 
in a galaxy vast and far.

In This Room, I Live Long And Prosper, I Do Once Upon A Times In, Galaxies Far Far Away, Far Over The Misty Mountains, The Force, Is Strong With Me, Traveling Ludicrous Speed, From Platform 9¾, I Save, The Princesses And Take, Nasty Disturbing, Uncomfortable, Adventures, I Fight With Lightsabers For The, Galactic Republic, And I Never Laugh, At Live Dragons, I Play, Quiditch With Droids, And Wear Invisibility Rings, Like Baggins', While Going Were, No Man Has Gone Before, I Do Not Care, What You Think, Cause In This Hole, In The Ground, I Only Do, Geek.

Once night fell, the route to the city was a foreign sight. The once crowded streets were bare and the endless droplets of April rain pooled on the pavements. The distant murmur of the sleepless city whispered from far away, and the dull yellow streetlights cast an anaemic glow across the paths. Cars briefly passed by, tossing rainwater to the side of the road before crawling onwards into the suburbs. The street was void; empty; absent of activity. Nothing was...

Empathy, through my eyes,
is more than a simple pang of pity for someone
an "I know how you feel"
or an "I've been through all of that"

You've never truly felt empathy,
until you meet someone who asks for none,
who seems unredeemable
someone others refer to as foolish or cruel

And in your head
you start to form
a lifelong melody of misery
that they have experienced

And in your head
you begin to wonder
what they've been...

    Dally's P.O.V:
I sat with Johnny in the lot he and Ponyboy always used to go to when Johnny was alive. After telling him how I ended up here in the end, he looked over at me and smiled.
"Gallant. You've always been a gallant man."
I chuckled, putting my hand on his cheek, which soon pulled him closer into a hug.
"Things are gunna end up just find, Johnny cake. I'll make sure of that."
He nuzzled his head into my shirt, and it wasn't five seconds before...

Isn't it ironic
HOW
You were the one
WHO
Told me to never
EVER
Trust anybody
AND
It's because of you
THAT
I never trust anyone
BECAUSE
You were the one
WHO
Shattered my trust
SO
Isn't it ironic
HOW
You advised me
TO
Protect myself
FROM
People Like
YOU

The warbling woods have always been a home
Filled with singing lyres and oaken thrones
Away from you and your chastising tongue
And the concrete roads that trapped me when I was young.

You offered me riches beyond belief
Thought that all that gold would keep me sweet
But, darling, all it showed me was your greed
How you hunger after treasure, after me.

Now I'm waiting in the empty walls
See you push others to take the fall
Do...

    A sort of thick soupy syrup slides across your taste buds, leaving you hungry yet calm. There are little chunks of sugar that melt on contact with your saliva and you taste a burst of light and sweet serenity. You could stand there for hours, holding on to the lingering hint of crisp peppermint. It might stick to your teeth, your gums, your cheeks but it doesn't matter. Caught in the moment, you sway with the promise of...