Two Hundred Miles West Ago Two hundred miles west ago, the sparkles dulled their shine, the golden glitter filed out, a single file line. Two hundred miles west ago, the darkness of the shore, the subtle, quiet, lonliness had broken to a ROAR. Two hundred miles west ago, the sun rose like a dove. The inky darkness bled into the heavens up above. Two hundred miles west ago, The sea and sky were same, the rosy colors bounced off waves that nature had retained. Two hundred miles west ago, I found the final score. I got my cheaters letter and I broke the ocean floor. Two hundred miles west ago, the ocean poured from eyes, the tidal waves had beat me down, retreated to the skies. I hate myself, I hate myself, for all that I have done, Two hundred miles west ago, My fingers grazed the sun. The road that I have taken is a road that some have passed. Two hundred miles west ago, I learned to love my last. (I sent this #poem into a nation-wide poetry contest, and I just wanna know what you think of it Is it good enough to get put in the winners book? :/)

Stop Abuse 2013 You said you'd skip to hell with me, that #life would all be grand. You didn't say my dignity would slip through both my hands. You didn't mention bruises on my face and on my soul, but they popped up now, anyways, Your knuckles take their toll. You said that you would love me, love me to the#moonand back. You've sent me to the moon, my love, That love has leaped and lacked. Loving you is poison, dear, and candy all the same. The moment that I met you I knew I played a game. Your love is just a toxin in which younger girls can revel. Who knew that when I smiled, I had smiled at the devil. You hit me, and you call it love, and I just play along. So why don't you skip back to hell, and back where you belong. #StopAbuse2013

My dear, you are confused. I love you for who you are. You love me for who you want to change me into. When I whispered in your ear, that I liked sunsets too, I don't quite think you understood. I see it as the sun goes down, but you see it as the#moonrising. Maybe one day I'll grow up and you'll size down. and you'll see that the sunset you see is not my own. You love to watch the sun setting making room for the moon. You find some sentimental bullshit in how the light descends to darkness. I just like the colors, dear. We are not the same.

X #poem One I Day hope Some someday one that Will I'll Say Say NO And but Put until Your then Fire blaze Out. on.

Ok Okay, I'm back, just to write. This'll be an archive of my work for when I need to smile or something.