When Pigs Fly

Always

When you love someone,

their mistakes does not mean everything.

(Beautiful Mistake by Jaicca) 

Vanilla

 

(My Vanilla Twilight by xXdarkblossomXx)

 I couldn't get enough of it. I danced again, and again, and again. It was so good, but then the wrong man came in. 

I made myself miscarry. 

Hello, I Love You

When you're left with so many choices, how do you know which one is the best? 

How do you know that what you've chosen now, may not have been the best? 

Well, just stop it. Just stop thinking about what is the "best."

In fact, just--just shut the hell up. Go somewhere quiet. Let everything go. Let your mind wander. 

Can you feel it? 

You'll know. Your heartbeat will flutter at the embarrassment of it. You'll have made your decision and you'll be so shy, but it's true. 

Now, then. You've made your choice. 

Tell him how you feel. 

 
 (Deux by Crizata)

True Love

Even if I stopped believing in you,

would you still come and see me?

 

(love. by darkbutterfly6)

This is

(fragile. by purplerainistaken)

This isn't something new to me, but I think I'm open to trying it once more. One last time. 

Let's trade. This is my heart, and you can give me yours. 

I'll take good care of yours, and all you have to do with mine is make sure not to break it.

I Believe

Here I am, wondering about you and I. 

You love me and give presents but you don't give me what I want. I don't want your expensive gifts and then be forced to like it because you spent all your money on buying it. I want to talk to you. To have you spend time with me when you say you will makes a big difference. You say you'll talk to me, you say you miss me, you tell me the things I want to hear but you don't prove to me that you mean what you say. 

Our time together is slipping away, and I wait for you. I waste my time waiting for you, I risk my health, my night, my time. You know when I am free, I even let you know what I do so that when you're done being busy you'll spend time with me. 

But your phone is dead and I don't know it. I'm waiting for you wondering about you and I. You don't even reassure me that you want to be with me. How can I believe what you say when every single time you tell me something, I end up waiting for you to show me what you were telling me. It's been so long but I'm still waiting for you to show me. I'm still waiting for the words to come true. You know, I'm so disappointed in you...

Here I am, wondering about you and I.

I wonder because I don't believe you anymore. 

Rain in the End

 

I'm not going to get drunk, this is my first drink. They just keep giving us free drinks. 

So what? We were talking when you had your first drink, you said you would only have a few. But really, seven is not a few! Seven is fucking drunk, you dumbass!

I know, but it didn't even taste like it had alcohol in it, it was just cranberry and vodka.

Oh, wow, vodka, you idiot, vodka is fucking strong! It doesn't matter if it doesn't taste like alcohol, that doesn't mean that there isn't any and that you should drink more! Goddammit!

Yeah, I know, you're right, I know I did wrong. It's kind of funny, I was hugging my roommate when I got home and he was giving me water and I just keep hugging him. 

I asked you to come talk to me when you got home, hell you didn't tell me shit!

Well, I couldn't see! But c'mon, baby, I was thinking about you while I was drunk.

Right! You were thinking about me but not talking to me and hugging your roommate. Yes, you were very much thinking about me.

Look, you have every right to be upset, I messed up, but you don't have to be really upset.

Really upset? I'm fucking pissed! You can't tell me I shouldn't be really mad after you knew I wanted to talk to you, after you told me you were only going to have a few drinks, that you weren't going to get drunk, and you told me that you wanted to come home and talk to me. Well, it's fucking six o'clock in the morning, where the hell are you?

I mean, I thought I was okay until the drive home and I just got really sick and puked for like four hours. Believe me, I'm still feeling the effects. I have a splitting headache. 

Well good, you deserve those fucking four hours hugging the toilet. I deserve to be angry at what you did. How would you feel if I had done that to you? I'm off work early and I go to the bar to sit and the bartender sneaks me free drinks 'cause she realized she made the wrong drink but didn't want it to go to waste? What if I take the drinks and I'm not leaving work for another two hours, and I'm calling you and telling you "Yeah she just slipped me something 'cause she made the wrong drink by accident, but don't worry, she only did it once so I'm not going to get drunk." And look here, she accidentally slips four more times because tonight was really busy and she was the only bartender on shift. I'm sneaking around and I've had my fifth drink of all different kinds of powerful, mixed drinks. I get fucking drunk without realizing it and I figure I'm still alright. I'm not that drunk, I'm thinking of you and I'd really like to text you but damn this phone screen is really blurry. And then I get home two hours later and vomit for a few hours before heading to bed.

Well baby, I didn't expect to get that drunk.

Well I didn't expect to see rain in the end.

Cheating

(Cheating by allie 0 cat) 

Maybe it's because you don't think I love you that you believe I am like your last one. 

It is because you don't have faith in me is why I feel I should be like your last one.

For You

For you I'll discreetly compete against other men to ensure that you've chosen the best. You won't regret being with me. For you I'll ride on ice, on water, on fire, to save you from any hurt and pain. You will be protected from the things seen and unseen, and you will be comfortable. For you I'll quit my job and leave my friends, to let you realize that I'll still be able to take care of you even if I don't have a steady job. For you I'll stop smoking, I'll stop time, I'll stop the world just so you'll be happy. For you I'll swallow the sun, I'll starve, I'll stop sleeping. I'll do anything for you, just tell me what you want. That's all you have to do. Tell me what you want, no matter how stupid it is. For you, I'll change the world. I'll face hell and kill death just so you won't have to. I love you, and for you, this love is only, absolutely, exclusively, for you.

And for you, I'll learn to walk again.

(This is Love by eXcer) 

White Roses

I like the rain. It's relaxing and, remorseful. A cleansing from my sins. When I'm in the rain, it helps me think, helps me come to an ease. But this time, I'd like you to come with me.

The first time we met--it's been a long time hasn't it? Those thoughts, those thoughts of losing you make me crumble to pieces.

I miss you so much.

So please, don't cry. That's the last thing I want you to do. Don't cry anymore, because I'm here, and we'll dance together.

Here, now, let's not ruin your beautiful hair. Just walk with me. You won't get wet, I promise.

You've made me realize how much you mean to me. What if I ever lost you?

If only I could be there for you, see you, hold you. If only you could be in my arms right now, because you are the only one to make me feel this way. So walk with me? I'll be waiting right beside you. We'll stay together. Together...sounds really nice, doesn't it?

But I'm happy you're here, for all I can do is think about you. Don't ever be sorry, there's no reason for you to apologize. Just cherish the time we have left.

And now, what have I done to you? I'm sorry.

I don't want to lose you, we've been through a lot together. I can't help but feel guilty for not being there. But I guess, just knowing that you're there is good enough. You mean everything to me. Please don't leave me, you don't deserve to die, it's not time for you. I want to keep seeing that smile on your face.

I can't just watch you go, I want you so badly. I want to spend my life with you, to do so many things with you. C'mon, walk with me. I am lost out here, I don't know what to do. I feel horrible, something so precious to me has come and gone.

Just listen. Listen. Thank you for staying with me, wishing for my happiness. You've changed me, I thought I was different but you spoke to me, listened to me.

I love you always. They saved you, and I thank them for helping you.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

Will I ever see you again? There now, I'm right beside you, so please don't cry. I'm right here beside you.

 (Endless Rain by blackjack0919)

Confused

(Down Where Nobody Hears You by MultiCurious) 

You said "I love you" today.

Half an hour later, you said "fuck you."

Empty Words

(crying in the corner by black sheep88)

I'm trying.

I'm trying so hard not to let you go, but it feels so empty. I don't know if I can handle staying with you any longer. 

I just feel like my expectations are too high. You disappoint me every time. I hate lowering my standards, but I do it because I love you.

But it hurts me each time I do it. I just let it go and let you do whatever you want. I give you the bare minimum because I don't want to upset you. Apparently, asking you to let me know what you're doing is difficult to do. 

I figure if you're at a bar for more than half an hour, why not let me know about it? I always love hearing about your day, what you did and where you went. I love hearing about the different situations you went through and the environment you surrounded yourself in. I didn't ask you to tell me every little thing you've done. I'm asking you to tell me the major events that happened during the day. 

That's all I've asked you to do for me. That and a few times I asked you to only look at me while you're working. 

And you still can't do it. So what makes you think I'm going to ask you to do anything more for me? I'd be disappointed because you wouldn't be able to do what I ask, so why even bother to ask?

And besides, you're too busy with other people calling you. They're so much more important than the one you love, because you believe that I'll be understanding and considerate. You believe that you'll be making some money and that I should stay quiet until you're done because the money is going to be used "for me," for gas and for going "to see me." 

Really, now? I'm that important? 

If I'm so important, how come I only get your attention AFTER you're through with everybody else? How come I only get your attention AFTER you watch that interesting but NOT IMPORTANT t.v. show? I'd have to wait until you're done paying attention to the stupid television for you to even hear me.

You listen to your friends, to your "customers," even to the damn television and you expect me to be understanding and "wait"?! Oh yes, I'm important, indeed. I figure if I needed you, my need would be greater than making money. But of course, money has always been on your mind since I ever met you. I  understand that you need to make a living, you're looking for a job, so money is definitely a factor in your life. 

But there are priorities, aren't there? And let me be selfish: You have told me several times that you'd do anything for me. That I'm the most important, that you'll always be there for me. And yet when I need you, when I talk about something important to you, it's always me that says "Nevermind I'll wait until you're done being with your friends" or "I'll wait until you're done working on a car" or you don't even hear me because you're "busy" with someone/something else.

I feel so inferior, even though you tell me I'm the most important person in the world. 

I don't feel important to you. All you do is say things to me that have no meaning.

They're just empty words.

Life Goes On

I don't know when it started to be this way. I can't give you an exact date and time, but you never made a difference. You never changed it. All you did was tell me you loved me. All you did was tell me you missed me, tell me you'd do anything for me. You'd drop everything and anything and come to me when I needed you. 

But it's two o'clock in the morning and you're not back home, yet. You're out making "money," because you want to "use it on me," but you talk about getting money to fix that computer, to fix that car, to pay those bills. 

But I mean, you come home with forty bucks and living off the money that someone else gave to you. You said you were desperate enough to work a low-end job, because anything is better than nothing.

But no one wants to hire you and any job that you DO happen to get, you complain about it and don't go to it about a week later, or even a few days later. You complain that you're not getting a paycheck, and when you have one, you complain that you can do better, that you're smarter than that. 

Well we all know you're smarter than that, but if you need the money then you need the money, there's nothing to complain about. Keep that job and look for another one if you hate it so much, don't just up and quit and believe that you're better off doing what you've always done in the past. Sometimes you don't get shit for that.

You need me? Hell, it's the other way around. It's two, three o'clock in the morning but I'm trying my best to stay awake, waiting. I'm waiting for you because you're busy making forty bucks, you're busy bowling, you're busy eating with friends and you're talking just a little too much. I'm studying and lounging and taking a nap here and there, waiting as long as I can until I pass out. And sometimes you don't ever call me.

But I don't tell you how much I hate you staying up so late. You lose a lot of sleep and you've been so tired. You don't even sleep when you come home late at night, you stay up and I don't even understand why. You say you want to talk to me and yet you sometimes fall asleep on the phone trying to listen to me, and claim that you didn't fall asleep when you did. 

I don't understand. Maybe I'm asking for too much. I understand that you try to work at night, because nothing happens during the morning, during the afternoon. But I'm busy during the day and free at night, to a certain point because my life goes on, with or without you. I still have work and school. I still have a life beyond the one you and I have created for each other. No matter how stuck you are right now, my life isn't stuck. I still have a future I'm working for, and I can't stay up waiting for you all night long for you to be done with "work" or "food" or "talk." 

I don't know if I can wait for you anymore.

(Dead Memories by RedFraction) 

A Lull

 

I moved in a month ago and decided to take a stroll about the town, seeing a bar and walking inside. I sat down and saw her there, leaning on the table, resting her elbow on top, and smoking. 

Strange. I never knew she smoked.

This beautiful brunette never realized my presence, even though I just kept staring at her. I noticed that her eyes, though soulful and profound, were staring at nothing but the beyond, lost and wandering. It had looked to be a difficult day for her, and she could just be smoking the stress away. I mean, one cigarette won't hurt anybody. I convinced myself this and wondered what was going through her mind. I could maybe cheer her up, but then again, I don't want her to know my presence. And besides, she hasn't really been paying attention to anyone lately.

After she up and left, I overheard a few men speaking about her. 

"You don't think it's true, do you?"

"Probably. Why else would she smoke so much? She's been coming here for a few weeks now with a box of cigarettes."

"It could just be an addiction."

"No, it's definitely true. She wants to kill her unborn child." 

"What a shame. Poor girl."

"You mean poor guy! What if the father found out?"

For some reason it felt as if there was a sudden lull in the bar, but I think it was because I am the father of the child she currently bears.

I cried.

It is Everything

You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all....Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. without it we are nothing.  ~Luis Buñuel

 

(memory by betiti)

A Mask

(smiley face by Nightmare-Beta)

For those I love I will sacrifice. 

The Winner

You don't have the intellect for this.

You don't have the capacity to comprehend the nature of humans. How could you? You're just like everybody else. Your life is just as pointless as anybody else's. It only makes a difference if there's another hundred of you. Thousands of you.

Millions of you.

But you know how it goes, survival of the fittest. No one else is here, you know there's just you and me. Don't you get it? No one will come to rescue you, to save you. It's every man for himself, or herself. You were weak and now you're there instead of me. so just take it like a man. I know you were close, but here I am instead of you.

There, there, now. It'll be over soon. You can cry. I'll let you to cry.

Are you done, now? 'Cause I'm done being nice. I'm hungry, so very hungry. But wait a minute, what are you doing? You can't even stand and you're trying to get away from me? 

Alright, then, you bastard. I'm going to win, now.

(Dead girl by emeraldiris)

Dreams Do Come True

When I was very young, I wished upon a star. I wished very hard and prayed, every night, for it to come true. 

I wish I had never done that.

 (The Dead Hands by kizioko)

Only the Bad

(in a corner by davespertine) 

Day 1

To be alone is to be drenched in darkness with the painful knowledge that light no longer exists. The safest place is the corner of the room, where the sense of touch provides a subtle comfort. Everything once evergreen has overturned into a uniform nightmare, wrought with confusion, hurt, and eternal fear.

What could possibly be done to a child of forty? A playful kick to knock some sense into him? It's not like he's deaf. He'll get used to it. Everybody does. And then an idea occured. Feces. The thought bellowed and the laughing wouldn't stop.

The patient, however, could not stop screaming.

Day 3

How quickly man can adapt to his environment. The pain seems to have subsided; patient has stopped picking at his eyes. Humans are desperate creatures, doing anything for food. Patient was growing weak from the feces, sleeping often. He knows what he's eating, right? The smell is noticeably accountable.

That explains a lot about man's instinct of survival. But they should know. You are what you eat. If you eat waste, well...

Day 5

Lying there like a fool, weak and unable to comprehend the reason of his torment. Of course you wouldn't, you bastard. Patient licks the ground occasionally, which is a first for my patients. The patient has still been unable to attain proper balance; can barely stand.

The room smells of urine and feces. Patient resorts to taking off his clothes because of intense heat in the room. He has started praying, begging; asking for forgiveness.

The patient would not stop letting out waste. Solution: Slicing off the

Day 7

When a special occasion happens, a celebration is needed. With cake, of course. Happy Birthday to myself.

Patient: Tom N. (Patient No. 4)
Time of Death: 01/09/XXXX at 3:43pm
Cause of Death: Dehydration
Reason for Death: Rapist
*Notes: Patient locked in white room, no windows, no lighting. From the top of head to nose: wrapped in linen. Infection in and around sockets and crotch. Eyes gouged out. Genitals cut off. Contents of stomach filled with feces.

Dear Woman

(Dear Woman - Kiss of Cellulite by Water Fairy) 

You don't understand. I have been this way my whole life, a bag of lard. I'll never look like this again, at this age. I'll never go back, now. Being a bulemic does work, it feels like heaven's touch. 

I am happier now than I ever have been, can't you just be happy for me? I want to be this way when I die. 

So I'd rather die now than die fat.

I'm Sorry

I fell in love with you when I first heard your voice, the decadent vibrance and soothing rhythm. You could make me laugh or cry. 

That's right. You were the food I ate, the air I breathed. I could not live without you, and I was willing to sacrifice everything for your beauty and voice. 

I was twenty-years-old, then. I loved you more than my own life.  

So I can never hold you anymore. I am only thirty-seven now. I have Parkinson's Disease. 

I am afraid to hold you because I might break you.

I'm sorry I fell in love with you. We won't be able to be together as long as I wanted us to. 

Forgive me. I didn't know.

(Music by digitalTouch) 

Coffee with a Side of Sun

(BlueWaterBlueSky by FirePhoenixFlame)

Now tell me, what kind of weather do you like? 

Lots of sun, with some rain and snow here and there to mix it up a little.

Wow, that's quite an appetite.

An appetite?

Yes, of course. It's just a bit strange to have all of that in one sitting, but hey, everybody's different.

...Huh?

I mean, I can understand that some just don't have a sweet tooth, because I love the sun, you know, because circles are so sweet! Oh, but until now I have never met someone who would enjoy them all at one time. Wouldn't it feel bitter and pointy?

Wait, wait, hold on. I don't understand.

Hmm? Well, you know, let's be serious here. The rain is sometimes good, of course, since squares are healthy for you, but it feels too sour if there's too much salt.

Uh, are you alright? Are you telling me you drink rain water or something?

Oh, c'mon, don't play with me. Snow is triangle, long, and easy to choke on. What are you on about?

You're talking gibberish! Rain doesn't feel sour! It feels wet! And snow? Snow is just crushed ice! It's water!

Oh...oh shit, I'm so sorry.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, I've done it again. You're not like me, it's my mistake, I'm so sorry.

Wait, what do you mean I'm not like--

Excuse me, please don't mention this to anyone.

No, please--

I have to go now. I'm sorry. It was nice to have coffee with you.