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 Jul 2018
Retro
My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost
I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home
Cross your heart and hope to die
Promise me you'll never leave my side
Show me what I can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone
You've got me on my knees I'm your one man cult
Cross my heart and hope to die
Promise you I'll never leave your side
'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need
I promise you you're all I see
'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need
I'll never leave
So you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you, I will follow you
Come sink into me and let me breathe you in
I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen
So dig two graves 'cause when you die
I swear I'll be leaving by your side
So you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you so you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you, I will follow you
I will follow you, I will follow you
So you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you, I will follow you

~Bring Me The Horizon~
“That’s The Spirit”
~2015~
This song makes me really think about things.
 Jul 2018
Aislinn Miell
I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
 Jun 2018
Retro
My finger tapping the surface.
My mind hurt, completely blue.
Waiting for a simple reply,
Maybe even an “I love you.”
i just wanna feel your touch,
Holding my hand.
Maybe even with a little Luck,
I’d bet a dollar, just a single buck!
That you would be the lighter to my cigarette,
The guilt to my Regret...
The person who created my suspicions...
My one and only Addiction.
|~|Enjoy|~|
 Jun 2018
mel
you are galaxies
with cosmic reason
sewn into the corners
of your soul
let time be an illusion
and this heaviness
not yours to hold

because
you are not broken
you are e v e r y t h i n g
all your dreams encrypt your genes
all you seek is already within you—
the journey, the destination, the stars,
the Love, the moon, me, God,
all you hope to ever be,
your lovers eyes, the lies they speak,
roads you wander, Love you leak,
every mountain trail you lead—
all other versions of you (and me)

don’t you see?
the Miracle you are?
you've come so far
from way past mars
and the Light
that guides you
hOMes your heart
 Jun 2018
Retro
Before I begin, I wanted to let you know,
I was kinda young, smart and So.
No one ever looked at me, I wasn’t ‘Normal.’
So I kept being me, ignoring all the Formals.
A year has passed, I’m still a little bit of the same.
I continued on with my life, whenever it came.
Another year goes by, I’ve certainly evolved.
I became more experienced, my stupidity dissolved.
I found out more about myself, and tried to be more involved.
As I enter the next year, I slowly begin to fall.
No one seems to notice me anymore, i’m Just another random phone call.
Soon, people only recognized me for moving so silently,
I’d slowly lose myself in my personal gravity.
And in the end, I slipped from existence and became the one known as,
“Nobody In Society.”
*”Formals” (This was a term me and another friend used on people at our middle school who were in an advanced program known as MERIT. Most were preppy kids and stuff, so we called them “Formals” or a “Formal”)
 Jun 2018
Retro
We Are
The Dreamers
Wanting To
Be Completely
Out Of Touch
With Reality.
..:~_.:;......:;~
 Jun 2018
Retro
I stare and I cannot look away.
My eyes locked and in one place.
Her eyes are of the sky.

They are guilty of sorrow and shame,
But are beautiful all the same.
Untouched by man, they are pristine and born as they came.

She may seem quiet, but her eyes explain it all.
It seems that she’s been broken, more than she can recall.

Stardust stings her eyes, making it impossible to believe.
The girl you fell in love with is not what she seems.

Heart is broken, nothing but an Atrocity,
It all seems like a silly little Fantasy.
But trust me, not a single person would miss out...
On a girl with eyes like a Galaxy.
Please send this to that person that’s special to you and let them know how beautiful their eyes are. (Especially if they hate their eye color) please do enjoy ~ NobodyInSociety
 Jun 2018
Retro
The Stars above, Shining bright.
Your smile the same, even at night.
Though no one can see it during the day,
Your true colors shine bright when the light is away.
Your laugh a musical, your tears a void.
Deep as a black hole, never annoyed.

The Stars above, Shining bright.
Your smile the same, even at night.
Though no one can see it during the day,
Your true colors shine bright when everyone... including me, is away.
I suppose this is a good poem to show to your significant other or boy/girlfriend.
 Jun 2018
Retro
Staring at each other, awkward and confused.
Our eyes shifting, not knowing what to do.
We get close and then back away,
Feeling alone, but obviously astray.
Our hands intertwined, not caring about mankind.
We close our eyes and our Galaxies Collide.
The action quick, the feeling never ending.

Once Again, staring at each other, not awkward nor confused.
Our eyes locked, knowing exactly what to do.
Our hands intertwine, not caring about mankind.
Not feeling alone, nor astray.
And once again, we close our eyes and allow our Galaxies To Collide.
I suppose this is a Pt. 2 to “Stars Above”

— The End —