My Imaginary friend Part 1Ever Since I was a kid I had an imaginary friend, his name was Mason, and he was the only person I ever loved, needed, or carried about. The thing about mason even though I got older he never went away, not even with my many therapists. When I was a kid mason was my only friend gave me advise on why Toby Miller was a Butt Face and why Katy Garter had prettier dresses then me, but as I got older he became much more. He was the person to be there when I cried and help me maintain life support on my dying self of steam. My only wish is that they could see him to. Then maybe I wouldn't be seen as crazy, and maybe just maybe I would I cold care.My Imaginary friend Part 1 by Rebecca14905
The thing about mason was that he didn't like people to see him, so whenever someone would come into the room he would "diaper" leave sight in till they were gone. And I don't know if it was just because they didn't believe are I didn't won't to let go but as heard as I try he was and forever will be alive.
And this is the story of when the rest of
Nonexistent heroThe one with no nameNonexistent hero by Rebecca14905
Me the one with no shame
Myself the one who came
Came when you called
Had no shame when you failed
And the one who never said my name
I am no one, a fragment, an image, a memory
An idea of a hero the world so desperately needs
I am no one, nothing; I am a blur in the air
A shadow in the mirror
That person that's never there when you look
But always there when needed
Goodbye The rain falling agents the windowsill, the clouds of gray and black. The morning mother, and her second born, never to know what really happened. It was a perfect day for a funeral, sad and depressing, death in the air. But in there harts they wonted it to be a mistake. Not her son, not his brother, being carried of by the black carriage. Though the gates to the cemetery. No tears, just starring, starring as they leave with what shouldn't have happened. As a single tear falls agents the windowsill.Goodbye by Rebecca14905
Who?DWHe's always thereWho?DW by Rebecca14905
He's never alone,
Time is everything to those he's meet
The mad man and his box trying to escape the pain
He's always there, waiting, waiting there
To do what we cant do for are selves
And stop what we don't know to fear
He's in all the history books
He's not from here
He knows your name,
But have never meet him
You hear that noise and run to the window, but nothing
They say he's form mars, but I think an anther galaxy
He has no home, no past, and infant futures
He is the doctor, but doctor who?
What is he?
Were is he
And were can I find my Doctor
ComplicateToo often in our livesComplicate by GirlUndefined
We complicate things,
Cluttering our minds and hearts
With useless worries and fears.
Instead of drinking in the Summer sun
Or becoming mesmerized by your coffee,
You worry about getting sunburnt
And consuming too much caffeine.
We forget to take pleasure
In a simple hello and goodbye;
A smile shared, an "I love you",
A hug given for no reason.
We analyse every look and smile
Since each syllable means something;
Even a tiny thing such as an emoticon
Has a deeper meaning these days.
A simple "how are you" or "why"
Can be seen as offensive,
As too intrusive, as nosy,
Too demanding and suspicious.
Just talking to someone of the opposite gender
For more than a few minutes
Will have people automatically assuming
The two of you are in a relationship.
Instead of enjoying the music,
We criticize the lyrics, discuss the tune,
Making the song so technical,
Sucking it dry of any emotion.
Just sitting alone on your bed
Listening to "Florence and the Machine"
Is an effective
Running on EmptyThey say you can go 40 days without foodRunning on Empty by GirlUndefined
And one week without water.
What they never took into consideration
Is that I can't go one day without you.
I can't begin to understand
Why you would treat someone like that:
Starving them of their joy and peace,
Keeping it all to yourself.
You know I need to see you
(Talk to you if I'm lucky).
But still, you fool around
Tempting and teasing me constantly.
You think it's cute to play games
And then ignore me for a week...
I hate to break the news to you,
But that's not cute at all.
I give everything that I have to you
Leaving myself exposed and vulnerable
Still you pretend like it's nothing
And treat me with zero respect.
They warned me about you:
Said you weren't good for me.
Of course I wouldn't listen,
You were a challenge, you see.
I knew I would get hurt
But I fooled myself into thinking I won't.
I thought this time would be different;
This time it would be real.
It doesn't hurt that you don't like me
As much as it hurts that I wasn't worth