Eriklover12345

Loneliness is a virus It spreads throughout your body Its side effects are depression and self-consciousness I try to be social. I didn't mean to catch it But things change Shit happens and people have to cancel plans Leaving me to catch the disease Why does this happen? Why am I so angry and sad and tired Then I smile it off when they text me, saying sorry That they’ll text me later… but they never do I hide behind my phone and smile But you won’t realize that unless I tell you Everyday I look into my families eyes and tell them I’m happy But I’m not Well sometimes I can be truly happy But you won't know I could

Life Such a precious thing that most take for granted In 1944 and throughout the war lives were wasted The shoes can tell you the story of who wore them A pair of sandals that a little girl would have loved to wear in the summer A pair of ballet shoes a dancer would have preformed in A man's boots that he wore to work How many good people died? One could have been a writer, or a musician One could have been the next Einstein One could have created a cure for cancer, or become the next president But it is not what these people could have become, it is who they were Men with families Young boys with little sisters to protect Mothers with newbo

     The snow was a perfect white against the cobalt sky, perfect for throwing snowballs and making snowmen, a perfect Christmas Eve. It looked even more pure against the dark and ragged trenches. The turned up soil had turned into a cold chunky slush in which the men trudged along. A soft breeze that drifted along earlier had turned into more forceful gusts of wind, making the temperature drop to a bone chilling 13 degrees Fahrenheit. Many of the men were cold but had high spirits, for it was nearly Christmas day. On the German side of the trenches there was a slender young man sitting, looking up at the bright stars that burned in the ebon

Torn. That is how I am feel at this very moment. Torn becuase of the feelings I have and for the things that could happen due to my feelings! I feel the tears peak through my eyes as I look at my Phantom of the Opera book cover. Erik.....what will happen if I go back?! My sweet Phantom won't be his sweet self anymore...I took off his mask. I revealed him to everyone. I took off his mask ans saw the face I swore I tries to never see again! That face! That horrible deformed face! I love him, he has made me feel more alive and myself more than anyone....I shouldn't feel digusted by his face. My thoughts run through my mind as my heart burns. The

"On the day of your 15th birthday you may go to the surface." Those were the words of my grandmother years ago. As the youngest I had to watch painfully as my two older sisters went to the mysterious surface above. My mermiad life is new but slow. We live for centuries, and life feels slow and you feel as if you have time to do everything you want in a year. My sisters and I are one year apart from eachother. So when my eldest sister finally turned 15 she went to the surface. She spoke of how the surface was a new amazing world. Something called a "sunset" and how the stars looked after it. Next came my other sister who spoke of enormous ship

Mob: Thus saith the mob Since you refuse to free the soprano All through the Opera House We send a pestilence and plague Into your lair Into your music Into your pond Into your soul Into your tunnels Into your bread Upon your instruments On your songs Upon your voice behind the mirror We send the swarm We send the horde Thus say the crowds! Christine: Once I called you teacher Once I thought the chance to make you proud was all I ever wanted Mob: We send the thunder from the sky We send the fire raining down! Christine: Even now I wish Raoul had chosen another! Mob: We send a hail of burning ice! On ev'ry inch! On ev'ry thing! Christi