FearFear is a scary movie after duskFear
Fear is a dark room, no lights, you can’t see at all
Fear is the dreadful darkness creeping up your spine
Fear is gray like a storm cloud roaring over your head
Fear tastes like blood coming up your throat
Fear sounds like the winds of death (woosh woosh)
Fear feels rough like sandpaper rubbing on your skin
Fear looks like a slow, painful death, ripping your heart out
Fear makes me feel small and the world bigger than life
Fear is a dead soul coming to take revenge
Emo Hearts and Suicidal PoetryOutcasts they tend to call us, The wierd ones, The freaks. But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight [batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before] And dancing in the rain Praying to Beethoven And tears at dusk And singing to the stars At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea strEmo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry
EndingsPage 231Endings
I have two swords. One is Sorrow, and the other Joy. These are not their real names. I do not think there is anyone alive who knows even the let- ters that are etched into the blue-black blades. I know, but then I am not alive. Yet not dead. Something in between, hovering in the twilight, betwixt wakefulness and sleep, caught on the bound- ary, pinned to the board, unable to go back, unable to go forward. I do rest, but it is not sleep, and I do not dream. I simply remember, the memories tumbling over one &nb
