Save the EarthThe nature is so beautifulSave the Earth by ~deepasai
full of sounds that make you pleased
the birds are colored, so are the butterflies
making you think you are in paradise
truly the planet Earth is a heaven
no one bothers to think so
one may not know the value of the eye
but ask those who are blind
so, save the Earth my buddy
let us preserve the beauty
our children of tomorrow
deserve a safe planet
to play and grow happily
The SilenceSilence in my headThe Silence by ~ThePunkFairy
Ceiling falling on my bed
Is this real? Is it not?
Another cone, it's all I've got
So much feeling, always bound
All the words cannot be found
All alone, locked away
What's to say anyway?
The fear I fight, so hard I try
Reveals the truth, no wish to die
ThornsI have many thorns.Thorns by ~Rebby213
Some have always been there.
Some have been placed by others.
Some have simply appeared over time.
But they all have the same purpose.
My thorns are dangerous.
They keep away the unworthy.
The cowardly and weak who do not truly love me.
Who say that I am beautiful,
But are afraid to extend any effort to know me.
They are there so I may finally find the one who is not afraid.
The one who desires to discover the way around them.
He will caress me, not clutch me.
He will feel me, not touch me.
I will be handled with the care I deserve.
But what if?
If I let him in...
If I trust him...
If he learns the secrets to avoiding the thorns?
He will have the power to destroy me.
He will be kind just long enough to get what he wants.
Draw closer and closer.
When he reaches me? Snatches me away?
I will be barren of petals. Robbed of all innocence.
Left behind as nothing but a broken stem.
Who would want me now?
I am nothing. I have nothing left to offer.
Nothing but my
DetachmentDetachment no longer has friends, only acquaintances.Detachment by ~Tahlz
He now always pulls away when any connection, or as he calls it commitment, is formed.
Detachment is a teenager; he works part time doing the paper run.
Each morning at 5am Detachment would get up and ride his bike around the streets.
He enjoyed the quiet.
The only voice he could hear was his own,
that and the roost birds waking.
Detachment wears large clothing.
His shirt is black with a single skull print on the front; his shirt reaches half way down his knees.
On his legs he wears oversize jeans that fall half way down his bum, and that also have jagged rips everywhere.
Detachment dresses like this so not to catch attention.
Detachment is quiet fit and muscular, he spends most of his time working out alone.
Some 'screamo' song blaring into his ears through his headphones.
It is because of how fit he is he dresses like he does; he sees how sporting people are flocked by the rest of the student body.
Detachment doesn't want that.