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I am here.  You stand there.
we are two, and yet we're one.
our bodies separate, minds together.
We're growing close. Our voices
collide
enchanted breaths of hopefullness
throw your fears aside.
The moon shines
with the sheen of silk
blankets the landscape
like a fine quilt

While the rain drops drum
on the window pane
in the blues rhythm
to cool the heat strain

As the stars begin to sparkle
taking up the night
showing off there wonder
in the twinkling light

The gentle whisper
of the summer nights wind
moves the rainy parade
pass the valley and glen

As the ease of the morning
fills the air
a rooster meets the greeting
on a day quite fair

The day begins to grow
just like any normal day
were we rise to the world
to begin work or play
Write by me on July 22, 2008
 Feb 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
The number 25 was marked along the front of my hand, between my thumb and index finger.
It lowered each and every day.
Its no tattoo,
nothing that I wanted to be inprinted on my very skin.
I wasn't your normal girl,
I was more than that.
People call me:
Saint,
Devil Worshipper,
but you see, I'm not any of those things.
I may have different things about me,
that no one else has.
But I am still human.
I have a heartbeat,
blood,
a mind,
and a soul just like the rest of you.
I am no alien.
You wouldn't be able to tell I was different just by looking at me.
You'd say a friendly hi,
and get taken back from the others.
She is cursed.
They would say to you.
I do not get effected by the quiet whispers that are around me,
tis is nothing new.
They say the number on my hand is the days I've worked for the devil.
The day I fell from heaven and hit rock bottom.
The day I reached up from the ground and cursed this Earth.
They have no clue what this number means.
Would you like to know ?
Every day the numbers go down..
24
Waiting...
23
Waiting...
22
Waiting...
21
Anticipation.­..
20
Ignore the whispers...
19
Live like there is nothing wrong...
18
Enjoy being out in the sun...
17
Your fine...
16
Live on...
15
The crazy buzzing noise in your head...
14
Your hearts still beating...
13
Thee unlucky number...
12
Pace the room...
11
Bite your fingernails...
10
Whisper silently to yourself...
9
The world becomes to darken...
8
Your blood begans darken...
7
The air gets colder...
6
Your legs start to shake...
5
Your thoughts become realer...
4
Nervous of what is coming...
3
Don't forget to say goodbye...
2
Watch the number mold into your hand
1
I'm dead...
 Feb 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
As I lay here in bed, my mind buzzed,
I think of how ****** up my world has become.
All because of me.
I feel trapped inside my body,
no escape.
I haven't eaten for days now,
my stomach is dead just like the rest of me.
I feel unwanted,
of course I would feel that way!
I'm useless,
a **** up,
stupid.
No one would ever want to be around someone like me..
I wouldn't want to be around someone like me either.
I have no more emotion,
trapped inside my heart,
which is slowly fading away...
Could I get better?
Maybe be more social,
smile and laugh like others,
wear bright colors,
be normal.
As I lay here in bed, my mind still buzzed,
I wish to die.
Be a free spirit of no remorse,
no pain,
no worries..
I wish it was ALL gone.
No remembrance of the past tragedies that have gone by,
I just wish it would all disapear in a gust of wind.
Wish there was ..
No tomorrow.
 Feb 2013 hannah way
Sophia
graveyard boy, you are all skin and bones
i cut myself on your cheeks until i am red and raw
and your heart bursts out of your chest by the marble stones

bones boy, the night seeps from inside you as the sun goes down
i count your ribs up one by one and stretch myself over your skin
cover me from this haunting that rises from your gray eyes

blood boy, you are red and screaming under flesh
i can see your spidery veins inside of your wrists
warm and speeding when your hands touch my throat

ghost boy, tie me up with ropes and lower me to the ground
let me be hollow with you and fill the spaces with silence
the moon will be gone once we have made it far enough
 Feb 2013 hannah way
George C
I uncover myself to certain people
Though I do so in a way that results
In a cover for others.
A pointless discovery,
An altering knowledge.
Call it mystery
Call it a history
 Feb 2013 hannah way
Melanie Beth
The few inches of waist
That are under my covers
But still exposed
Shiver
As the air finds them.

I am cold - nothing less
Nothing more.
I read your words
But their meaning
Eludes me,
Their sincerity
Absent.

Absent also is my mind
Longing for rest
But devoid
Of all emotion.
I will tears to the surface
But they don't listen.

You didn't listen;
Did you?
Remember when I said
I need you, please help me,
Promise baby,
Stay?

But you left me.
Not for good or even
For real,
But when I needed you.
You even tried to pretend
You were here
All along
But I won't buy it.

You're gone.
I think my lack of emotion
Should scare me,
But then I remember
I can't feel anything
But the cold
As it alone
Swoops down to kiss me.
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