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The city bus is a large, mean, and not to mention ugly beast It preys on the souls of those that ride it With smoke pumping out and filling the air around it It roars and screeches as it stops for its next victim to enter Once they have it continues forward as it looks for more prey It makes this trip day after day Its hunger never seems to end I am one of the many that feeds it I enter it and it lurches forward I see the faces of many that are being drained of happiness Set to be raving grumps for the rest of the day After it is done feeding on these shells that used to be people The bus stops to spit out the old and welcome the

A man stands in a room It's not really a room There are no lights, no walls, well there actually isn't anything Except for the ground Which could be any colour really It has no texture How did he get here? He doesn't know No one does The man does not believe he is here Wherever here may be As he stands staring in the darkness he notices something It's white and round It's just hovering in the air The man reaches for it It's just out of his reach The man stares at it He wants it He jumps for it It just gets higher in the air Frustrated he tries again He grabs it and lands perfectly He is both proud and disappointed He no

Time. It's such a strange thing don't you think? We only have so much of it. Every single second is different to everyone in their own way. From the very second I am writing them. To the second you are reading them. You cannot change when time has ceased. What has been done is forever done. Time is always documented in your mind. You may not remember everything. But it's there. Somewhere… Time is a very odd thing indeed. I will never fully understand it. I doubt anyone will.

You said you would love me no matter what I did Apparently my love for you was too much for your withering heart That is unable to love Do you think I care I don't Your love to me is useless now You never think your pretty enough you never accepted the complements I said were just for you Instead you blew them off I was just an accessory to you Now you are with some jersey douche that will never treat you right You sighed up for your own sad fate Prepare to have your heart broken   The same way you broke mine Because I'm not good enough

The human heart is the most important never less amazing organ in your body. Yet so many people take it for granted. This is what I simply cannot believe. It beats in your chest day after day never ceasing. It's soothing beat calms us down when we are filled with hate. If you think about it, your heart isn't just for that. It is also the source of your passions your happiness… And of course the love we have for that special someone. The heart can only break so many times before. It stops beating forever…

Blood, most people think of it as the most terrifying thing in horror movies. But I don't nor have I ever. It flows through our bodies. Like an electric current. It never stops. It continues until the very day you pass on. I think of it as the liquid that keeps our souls pure. Think about it when blood drains from you from cuts…  It is like your soul is draining out. The more that drains the less of yourself there is.  

Loneliness is a curse that may never be lifted. Every day you live without human contact. Just puts a heavy weight on your heart. The pain merely grows over time. It ends up devouring you. The tears that drip down your cheeks. May never be dried. Love isn't just a thing in fairy tales. There is no other medicine that exists. That can give you the same feeling as love does. So there it is in the ink. Love is needed to live.

Cell block zero is my new home. I merely stare at the wall day after day, and nothing ever changes. It is life and death all the time; you can even take a shower without the worry of getting stabbed. I would rather stay in my cell. Breakfast, lunch and dinner it's always the same mush. Oh what did I do to end up in here? Why did I have to shoot that young man? His eyes, that innocent look in his eyes, it haunts me. Why? Ugh, I lost my train of thought. Whelp, I might as well start at the beginning of the story of how my life when from heaven to hell. "Morgan are you sure you want to do this?"Zach asks quite nervously. "Yeah, I'm sure, stop

I've been hurt There is no doubt about that The physical wounds have been healed for long But the mental wounds on the other hand Still hurt to this day Those horrid words: Faggot, cow, fat, Dyke It hurts just to type them on this page But now They mean nothing The burning power and love I have gained Is much stronger then all the pain these words have caused They can't ever change me

Your eyes are the two colorful abysses that let you gaze upon everything life has to offer. That fuzzy feeling you get when you get when you look the one that you love in the eyes. And they just lock. As you both just lovingly gaze at each other. That is an example that the eyes are also the key to the heart. When tears escape these eyes all the problems you have… Simply drip away. Never to hurt you ever again.