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some days they are sad. sad about the weather, sad about the thing that happened last night, sad about losing their favorite book, sad about their coffee being cold, sad about the fact that they can't find matching socks. lots of things make them sad, lots of nothings make them sad too. you see, when you have a predisposition for being sad, every little thing counts.  so when you ask her why she is sad and she cannot answer, do not press further. do not go looking for a reason that just isn't there. when you ask what you can do and she says nothing, do not be hurt. do not feel useless. when she wakes in the middle of the night and she is silent, but you can feel the bed shaking as she cries, do not assume you know what she is feeling. you don't. hold her if she wants it, don't touch her if she doesn't. if you ask her if she wants you to stay and she says yes, do. but if she tells you to walk away, do not listen. stay with her, because if you don't, she might not be there in the morning .
 Dec 2014 Xander King
axr
Come,
kiss me
hard
and you shall test revenge.
put your hand o'er my heart
and you'll hear the beat to which Lillith's children dance
Let me drain all the blood from your body
oh,c'mon! you don't need to be sorry
allow me to carve a smile across your face
and when they find you,
I shall fade.
Oh non, rien de rien
Oh non, je ne regrette rien

You left a hollow space in my heart
but darling, you can't undo the past.
you screamed in pain
of language I knew not a trace
Regrets? I have not one.
I was your angel who shone in the sun
but now, I am the ruler of your demons
Translation
Oh non rien de rien
Oh non,je ne regrette rien

Oh no,no regrets
Oh no,i have no regrets
 Dec 2014 Xander King
Joe Cole
So who is Sharina Salad?
Well she is Malaysian and a great writer
She was my mentor on another website
And but for her I probably wouldn't be writing now
Follow SHARINA
 Dec 2014 Xander King
Joe Cole
Yeah sure I was a fool
Yeah sure I failed in school
But what the ****
The state owes me
So why should I fight to find a job
When the state pays me to be a slob
Suckers like you can pay the bill
While I smoke crack and sell some ****
I live in a welfare state
Coin the money and don't give a ****
Oh, Oh at education I wasn't good
But don't ******* me about what I need
A pump of ****** is proper food
You failed me in my time of need
Now the needles bite gives me the feed
Of slow death flowing through my veins
And at thirty I said my last goodbyes
they asked me
what did YOU do today to make the world a better place?
i looked down at my feet
embarassed
"i woke up"
i said
"i got out of bed"
they looked at me, puzzled
"i didn't let depression win"
a small smile crept across my face
no, my dear, the world the world
what did you do to make  the world  a better place
i took a deep breath
"i told the girl in the bathroom mirror she was beautiful"
"i told the boys to stop bullying the girl in the hallways though i wonder if they heard me"
"i told the empty hallways i'd be okay"
i told depression i'd bury it
i woke up
i got up
i stood up
and i hit "play"
Story of me

Frankly
I am not Gautham(nick name)
I am Babu(given name)

Amateur writer

Am waiting for
A meaning of life

this was my dream

Not at all satisfied
And convinced
With my work
Here

Credits to all my
Inspirations
Especially
Joe cole
Elizabeth squires
Pradip chattopadhyay
Marian(her family Hilda,Timothy)
Venusoul
There are more
Sorry for my disability
couldn't mention everyone
By name
Sorry
It's very difficult for a
Person like me to write
About Myself
 Sep 2014 Xander King
Joe Cole
Alexandra is just 15 years old and also my youngest rosebud. In my humble opinion she's writing in a fashion that is way beyond her years.
For her life hasn't been to good lately and I would ask all of you to support her writing.
This is one girl with a great future

Joe
 Sep 2014 Xander King
Joe Cole
I lay there semi reclined
The sweat of terror soaking
My body
A piercing blinding light penetrating
My head
Burning, burning, no escape
Then out of the corner of my eye
I saw him
Masked, an evil maniac look in his eyes
My fist clenched in fear
Nails digging into the palms of my hands
I screamed as he raised the hypodermic
Checked the level of the contents
I screamed again
No
No
And then
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
He spoke
"Don't worry Mr Cole
One tiny injection then we'll soon have
That tooth out"
Sorry but I just couldn't resist it
 Sep 2014 Xander King
Joe Cole
Just sitting here in my tent
No radio, trying to do everything on my phone
Did I say peaceful? In my tree there's an owl.
Nothing strange about that you might say
Well this ones got the biggest mouth on it
That I've ever heard
Never eaten an owl before but this ones pushing its luck
Earlier today I had a few hours fishing and yes I did catch a few
I also watched dragon flies of ever colour
and the aptly named damsel flies dancing on the breeze
No choreography but still perfect synchronisation
There's so much wild life here and it's easier to spot now the leaves are falling
Multi coloured snow, russet, red, yellowy green, browns
Like autumnal snow drifts round my feet.
You know even if I could I would never harm that old owl
After all he belongs here while I'm just a guest
I like it here under this tree
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