Dark waters in my mind,
Joyful thoughts left behind.
When it all crashes down,
There won't be anyone around.
Depending on no one,
Taking it on my own.
Forever with nothing,
And always alone.
I will dig myself out,
When you bury me.
You won't keep me down,
You can never chain me.
I won't be held captive in your prison,
I won't be shackled,
I won't listen.
Tell me what you want,
What you think and feel.
But I won't care,
Because I know what is real.
In the end,
I will never break,
My will is too strong,
My power is too great.
You will lack the knowledge,
Lack the skill.
Someone that weak,
Won't break my will.
Give up before you start,
Or I will reach in,
And tear out your heart!
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Deth Angel
I'm just a Goth girl living in a Barbie world.
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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Your writing is excellent. I must say, I was thoroughly impressed.