If you were a beautiful, soft sunrise, with glowing rays of light, *than I was always the sharp, deep sunset, just before darkness fell on the earth.
I was going through some of my past writings. Just random chapters I'd written from books that were never finished, and found this little piece jammed into one of them. :)
In the book of her There is a chapter often skipped. Soft spoken, never read aloud. In the book of her This chapter is chaperone by guilt, regret A wonderful chapter not easily accepted by those whom thumb straight to it Often the chapter after is most fulfilling. This unique chapter is what makes her well her No fancy words, no editorial staff Just the thoughts she keeps to herself. The wonderful thoughts often seen as constellations that fill the night sky A combustion of goofy laughs Noone hears and conversations amongst herself. A priceless vocabulary of made up words and unused slogans A chapter that keeps up with all of her cheat dates filled with loads of chocolate drenched with more chocolate. The things that are all worthwhile as well as the things that make her feel insecure. In the book of her This is one of the best chapters One hardly anyone stops to read
you said you can read me like a book but you won't tell me what my pages say, or how many there are, what my chapters are titled, if they even are titled i want to know who my introduction mentions, what my author's note says, and who helped me with the theme but honestly, please at least tell me about the chapter where you appear just let me know if it ends well
I realise only now that its true when people say that I get lost in my books. I could start off on chapter 12, and then a while later, a time i have absolutely no knowledge of, I see chapter 18 printed at the top of the page. I get so lost in it that I don't even realise that I get lost in it. That's how much I love books.
There's more to you than meets the eye Like the chapters of my life I can't stop reading you And I can't wait to see what happens next The future always at the front of my mind But as I look behind me With the past steadily trying to catch me I realize I'll never escape the memories Like the first part to a trilogy All that matters is the ending And my book ends with you and *me
I lost a friend last night, One too many pointless fights Made me realize, Its about time you let go
It has been a rocky two years I’ve seen pleasure but all I see is tears Yelling through window pains Reflecting me watching me walk away
I’ve put this in front of everything else I trusted you with myself But we couldn’t make the world turn And now youll become another notch in my belt
I hope I will be able to find some peace And be able to find the pieces, that you chipped away Bring them back together again Find those old love affairs with my best friends Remember the days of late night walks and shirts for dresses Out with the old, and in with no more heartache of a drunken ***** mess
This is what is left. A few simple lines turn into phrases And this chapter has closed, but I will turn all these pages And erase these memories that you do not possess Because my book is far from read.
The world turns and turns Days and nights, pages in a book My chapters are still In the first act I observe and open welcomings Life would seem to have it so
Now I cross Into the rising action A world ulterior objects breeds Full of infantile inhibitions
The world twists and turns Coiled by the challenge that engulfs us Sprung are the few, clenched are many By the mist we inhale Sprayed unto all from nowhere And everywhere
The world twists and twists A curdling sensation We all turn numb from Is my plight foreign, is anyone's? Have the roads left a place to wander? Leave me to the space between all Away from marks of certainty
Rewritten or not The chapters will continue And the twists will turn the pages Until my tale is done And I begin the next
