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Call todayI've realized my call's go un-answered.
Left dangling off the hook,
waiting for someone to pick up,
and say a simple "Hello?"
Although I wish it was her, I could never call her.
The phone won't let me,
I've run out of minuets.
Is it wrong?
To fear she doesn't feel the same?

Although one day, she did.
She picked up that phone
She said "Hello"
And my call was answered.

My phone didn't die that day.
I didn't die that day.

Mocking the worldThe words, as fear concerns you and beyond convinced they are always about you
Paranoia.
Paranoia.
Harsh Harsh.
The words still don't effect me, because I know she's waiting.
Waiting right by her locker, eyes yearning to see my face.

Others just pass by her eyes.
Paranoia.
Paranoia.
Harsh Harsh words.

Just laughter to my ears, good or bad still ringing.
Eyes watching, don't really care.
Because they are just lights passing by in this speeding car.

Harsh Harsh words.
Paranoia.
Paranoia in my mind.

Her beauty stands out,
Stands strong.

Overcame the queen,
Laughed as she fell,
The mud covering her face, instead of mine.

I'm

LifeSame old thing,
Memorys of scars, running through the mind.
Destroy them,
Just smile for everyone.
Prove your strength, because no-one will leave you then.

Does it really matter what they have said?
Take anyone who offers you friendship,
But trust them with nothing.

This world brings you up with hope,
Then crushes it all.
Still we enjoy it,
Because our lives are so short.
So why take them?

Even if I'm changing,
Even if I'm different.
I guess no-one could ever change it but me.
Believing the lies was step one,

But faking a smile, to make others happy was step two.
Why don't I cry for help?
It's not possible now is it?

Movi

Your toy, ready for playWith his strange glasses, that seemed to be larger then his face, he locked his eyes on the still body that stood there limply before him. Her head hung down, with her long strands of over puffed crimson red hair covering her face. Her entire body covered in just a simple, grey dress the top two buttons un-buttoned.
"Good mooring Amaya." His voice cracked, and he sniffled up his nose. While he kept his eyes locked on the screen that was the only thing lighting up the room, his typing sounds filled the air.
The sound's of motors started, and upright stood Amaya her stone cold eyes keeping locked on one part of the wall.
"Hello

The cutsHuman error.
Five more cuts.
They won't show, and they will fade.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
It makes me feel normal.
I need punishment for every time I mess up.
Don't worry I won't die.

"I wish she would keep better track of things" one more cut.
"She is a freak" two more cuts.
"You don't care about anything do you?!" three cuts.
Some say it hurt.
Some say it's nothing.

Sure I thought I could talk to her about it, but now my only true friend is drifting.
She knew every thing about me, cutting, crying, depression, and so on. But, as I see her go.
Now we just say simple Hello's.
It's time she stopped dealing with me.

This worldAll I've ever heard is 'everyone gains new friends.' I can't help it, I don't want to stop being your friend. You know my everything, my past, present, and probably my future.
Everyone tells me the road I am on hurts me, like a road of spikes.
My feet are bleeding, and I can't stop.

I see you on the other side, wait for me to catch up too! Were we ever really friends? I should have realized. Age holds itself above us, teasing…hurting.

Age, age age.
Older, younger, all these things people laugh at us for.
When we are young, new and fresh to the world. We are told, that we don't know things about the world yet. That when we gain a

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Writers demise.by ~Zaiav

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Well, this is a picture I took a while back in the woods. I took many other pictures and will be uploading more soon! The poem written on the paper will also be uploaded soon! All done by me!
Thank you so much for the favorites, comments, and anything else!!

~zelaeii Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

WOW! Such an amazing picture! The concept makes me think directly of my own writing experiences XD and also the focus works so well! You should do photography more often!

~Zaiav Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

(T.T) I really don't like the picture.

~zelaeii Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Oh stop being so self critical >.< I actually really love it

~Zaiav Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

ITS NOT GOOD! D:

~zelaeii Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

YES IT IS

*GrotesqueDarling13 Mar 23, 2012 Professional General Artist

I really like this photo because the photo
concept is very unique

The poem on the notebook
and then the scattered & ripped paper around it
really throws a very emotional mood to the photo.
The colors are very warm and the background
blurs away beautifully making the paper pop more!

~Zaiav Mar 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so Much!!!

*GrotesqueDarling13 Mar 24, 2012 Professional General Artist

You're very welcome!!

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