Whispers And you think if you scream loud enough, you can scare the nightmares away. But they will always scream right back at you. All it really takes is a whisper. A whisper from someone who knows nothing of your fears but everything of their own. A whisper from the person that will fight away your invisible demons for you so you can stop screaming and save your breath. You save your breath so you can whipser back "I love you"

Comfort I am a teenage introvert with personal insecurities bordering on the extreme. The outfits I usually wear to school consist of short leather high heels or boots, black skinny jeans, a dark colored tshirt or band tee, and a scarf covered in skulls. My hair covers half of my face too. I dress in a gothic fashion because I thought the other girls that did it were so much prettier and I wanted to look like them. Today I wore baggy blue jeans, old grey converse sneakers, and a guys x-small casual tshirt (which are always too big for me). I have never gotten so many compliments... Always be comfortable with who you are instead of who you are pretending to be.

-not finished yet- You should've just typed "k" and let it fade away

Golden You know that idea you had last night at three a.m? You know that dream you woke up from this morning? You know that thought that came into your head when you were staring out the window? It has the potential to be wildly successful. It will bring you all the happiness you've ever wanted. This is your golden idea. Too bad you forgot it.

Nevermore A tribute to Poe, using my own demons as inspiration Once upon a midday hour, I stood peering, leering from my tower, out to the sea as it sang to me its song of quiet power. And while my mind went wondering the sky above went thundering while all the world was sundering as we await the final hour. While peering, leering, from my tower I could see straight to the sea, folding and molding the shoreline it scoured. Waves speak of things I do not know, and all that they refuse to show, secrets sway in the undertow. In my tower I stood fearing, knowing that my time was nearing, still I lacked the light to see all the world had to offer me. With the seafoam calmly waving, with the ocean madly raving, with the tower needing saving, before it crumbled and tumbled, before I stumbled, into the arms of the sea. Right underneath the waves did seethe, rolling and strolling all over the shore, whispering the words “Nevermore”.