Apr 05 2013, 10:57 AM

Matches: Matches burning all around, but fading one by one. Darkness grasps my face in one slinder hand. Matches flare up again, sending a strange glow around the room. I stand still and wait for what's to happen. A hand flies to my mouth begging me not to scream. Warmth trickles my arm and all the way through the space between my fingers. A stream of blood I know; another hand on my throat. Choking me, Suffocating, Matches fade away. Dryness in my mouth and all through my bones, the darkness circles all around me taking away my pain. I walk away away in the dark; away from grabbing hands. Cuts and bruises all but gone, a sign from my life. I feel my way along the walls, searching for a door. Walk out of the darkness and into the fading light of day. Behind me the matches start to glow. ~XXlovelessXX

Apr 03 2013, 08:37 AM

I don't really know what to write on journals and such, but what I do write in ordinary ratty note-books is peotry. So here's one: We are only part of a game of what other people play. We are like the pawns in game of chess; sworn to protect the king and the first to die. We are the ones that people think little of. We are only the little guys that go out first; nothing special and nothing more than pieces of a chess game. Pieces to a game that everyone else plays, and it seems that, that is all we will ever be. Even when we lay in our cascats trying not to bleed though we are already dead. When our childrenask about us, they will learn nothing of us. They will only hear that we were the little guys, nothing more. But at least we are something, not forgotten competely. ~Me (Kathrin)

Apr 02 2013, 01:30 PM

Hi. I just wanted to let everyone know that on about may 16 I will not be able to get on the internet at all because I do not own my own lap top and may 16 is the last day of school. So after that I will try to get on at someones house and I will get back on in august. Thanks. ~XXLovelessXX