Two Sides Of A Coin

You make me fly.

You make me sick.

I love the way you look at me.

I hate the way you watch me.

You’re so sexy.

You’re so disgusting.

Why wouldn’t you love me?

Why wouldn’t you get away from me?

I love you.

I hate you.

Everything about you

Everything about you

makes me feel so happy.

makes me feel so depressed.

Love me.

Fuck off.

{The End}

Coffee

He stares at the coffee flowing down from the jug in the waitress’s ands to the cup that lay in front of him on the table. The dark waterfall has his total attention. I t seemed that it was the only thing that mattered. The world wasn’t there anymore, it seeped into the background and held no real value. The waterfall stopped and the waitress moved away, the cup now full. He gingerly picked up the cup and slowly lifted it to his lips. As he drank, content filled his heart. The coffee was real. And it was his. It would never leave him. Unlike her. He put down the cup and looked out the window at the world outside. He smiled.

Dreams [WIP]

Shattered images. Distant screams. Agonizing pain. Her dreams consist of only these. As she sleeps, she falls. As she turns and tosses on her bed, she lets out murmers for help. Her body, covered in sweat, is tangled in the sheets. Trapping her. Suffocating her. Her dreams are confusing, difficult to interpret. Is she dreaming of her past? Are those memories? Or are the just dreams. Dreams and nothing else. She isn’t sure. They seem so real. So real.

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Most nights she wonders if she’ll ever be able to sleep peacefully and wake up without fear. Sometimes she wonders how it’ll be like to sleep peacefully and never wake. To sleep forever. No dreams. Nothing. To even think of it makes her smile. How lovely would that be, now? How lovely… Her eyes close and she falls again. There she is, a perfect Alice. But there was no Wonderland. There never would be. Not for pretty little Alice.

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Dreams (1st dream of Dreams)

…

Alone. All alone. Where was she? Dark. So dark.

She started crying. Images flashed in front of her eyes. Blood. Everywhere. The images stopped. She looked up and saw that now there was a mirror in front of her. ’Why is there a mirror in such an empty place?’ she questioned the nothing in the room, her voice echoing around her. She got up and started at it. The was nothing in it but her reflection and the darkness that surrounded her and the mirror. Suddenly the glass began to crack. Her eyes widened as the mirror broke apart, as her body broke apart, her mind filled with pain as pieces of her fell into the darkness and vanished. The pieces of the mirror lay upon the floor, reflecting the nothing that was left.

[A/N: This one sucks. But I like it... just sort of, you know?]

Snapshot: Maybe

I stood in my room, alone and in the shadows. Tears slid down my face, as my knees gave out. My last thought, before I stopped breathing, was how much I’d loved you. And if you had ever stopped screaming at me, maybe I would have told you.

Snapshot: The Chair

A man sits in an autorikshaw. There is a chair, put upside down, on the seat next to him. His hand lies on the chair, to hold onto it, so it doesn’t fall. Is it for safety, he holds on to it? Or is he caressing it, sweetly, gently, lovingly. Is he going to go home, make dinner for it, blow out the candles and make sweet love to it? The autorikshaw clatters away, and out of sight.

[A/N: Don't you judge me. ]

Whatevs

I’m feeling all blue.

Blue-black on ivory.

I’m feeling all loved.

‘Cause you tell me I am.

You tell me so many things.

Lovely, amazing things.

But I’d wish you’d tell me…

why your love…

pains me so much.

WIP Think me a title

It started a couple of months into the relationship. It started out as something small. Just a small fight, but it soon escalated. The first time he hit her, she stared at him momentarily, thrown off, shocked. And then she pounced, hitting him, yelling, demanding an apology, how dare he, how fucking dare he. But he was strong, stronger then her, and he overpowered her. When she began to cry, he stopped, let go and apologised, something, she had thought, later on, that he should have done earlier.

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Baby loves to dance in the dark,

‘Cause when he’s looking she falls apart

Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark.

-Lady Gaga

Betrayal

That sword you’ve stabbed me,

it hurts.

You drew it out

with your mouth.

Your tongue poisoning

the weapon.

Lips readied to throw it

at me.

Perfect aim,

instant death.

The wound it bleeds,

no signs of stopping.

Tears fill me sight,

you’ve betrayed me.

The Story Of Shylock

The story of Shylock

T’is not a happy one

Hated by many

Blamed for the sin of being born

He was a Jew

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His daughter, ‘his flesh and blood’

Ashamed of her father,

She fled with a Christian

Taking his ducats with her

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Shylock sought revenge

The Christians,

They would pay for the slight

He would get his justice

It was only right

But poor Shylock

He never got his revenge

As everyone rejoiced with happiness

He walked away dejected

T’is was the story of Shylock

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Project for english. For some reason I decided to put it up. For lulz. It was a group project, I was probably the sanest person in da group. We had to put up shadow puppets, speak out a poem and have background music. There were four fucking people in the group. I made the puppets, the poem. One person held the puppet, another said the poem and another did the background music, which though they prepared by themselves and was good, but no one heard it. Fuck this shit.

Tasty Love

I’ll give you my heart,

you’ll give me yours.

We’ll eat them for dinner,

on plates, with salt to taste.

Candlelight, with blood-red wine.

Sweet talk over bitter coffee.

We’ll pledge our love,

after we’ve eaten.

Too bad we’re dead now.

Nothing beating in our chests.

But it’ll be okay,

we’ll be together forever,

in love, life and death

Biology

Knowing you was my worst nightmare…

*_*_*~*~*~*~*~

Together we make beautiful music

Your fingers playing xylophone against my ribs

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Your lips are sweet with lies

Mine are salty with blood

We join them together

and you say you love me

And it tastes so sweet.

It tastes so salty.

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[ A/N: I wrote this in Bio, thus the title. Still Work In Progress]

The Difference between Knowing & Thinking

You love me,

so I think.

You fuck her,

so I know.

You tell me

something I don’t know,

so you think.

I know.

Your lies,

your love,

your mindset.

You.

So I thought.

Love-Hate

2 words. 4 letters.

7 points each

while playing scrabble.

Priceless,

when they play with my life.

Curtain Call

Though love may have wings,

though it may soar the skies,

flying high,

where none has ever reached,

the wings may still be cut off,

and the heart may bleed,

no matter how high it flies.

Love may fall

and never get up again.

And the words,

“time will heal all”

are just a lie.

For the world is a liar.

And your world,

and mine,

is just a stage.

We dance, prance and say lines already scripted for us.

Actors and actresses,

and us.

We throw our hearts into the air,

stapled, glued back together,

hoping they may fly again.

But we arn’t craftsmen,

and so they fall,

again and again and again.

We stand still,

not knowing what to do.

The script has fallen

and we wait,

for the curtain to fall.

Screw That Last Post

I'm Back!!

Rejoice.

:D

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Make me fall. Fall down

and into nothing. Into you.

You aren’t here. You’re with her. Him.

Whoever. Whatever. I don’t care.

Not that much, anyways.

I lied. Took a leaf from your book.

The book’s in her hands. Just like you.

Just like everyone. Just like me.

No, not like me.

Fuck you. Fuck me.

In the corner. On the floor.

Against the wall. Where, I wallow in shame.

Take me. Everything.

But you’ve already done that.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate me.

For loving you.

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I'm posting things I posted in my second blog, as everything is pretty much there. *Sigh*. I have writer's block.

Love my nothingness

Heyllo!!! I'm here, yet again. Why? To tell you that I now have a blog. This was my blog, but really, what did I ever do in it? Nothing, nothing at all. Thus, that is why I am back to inform you of my now proper, official blog. Read my awesome, or at least I hope they're awesome, stories on- arkaniayara.wordpress.com ~ I have to followers, that I must say good bye to. But I hope, yes I do hope, that you both will come read what I have to say on my new, already broken into, blog. I have grown, you might notice, or you might not as there is really nothing im this blog, in my writing. Matured, I hope. Please, read. I hoped you like this blog, though, I hope you enjoyed it and loved my nothingness.