ultraviolet

A monster, caged, hidden in your soul Every insult is a hammer Pounding on the bars Every mocking laugh, scornful smile Feeding its strength Rocky situations set the lock and ...

I'm left in a world where there is no escape They reason I'm safe in a world without rape No murder, no treason, and no thievery They reckon my life's ...

Unrequited love, Unforseen consequences, Unforgiven actions, Cemented in your past You could have changed it, If you wanted to But I guess you didn't, Or we wouldn't be here In ...

Changing goals and whispered fear Never relinquished, but always held dear To give them away is a fool's game to play Yet slippery tongues bid you come, sit, and say ...

*hopes she's doing this right* Rain falls, splitter splatter, Bitter on your face Once painted brightly, Oh so pretty, Now does rain erase Tears hide behind the curtain, Sad, under ...

This one's dedicated to Calligraphy. =3 Idiot; that is what you are. Don't deny it. Don't pretend that you are anything more than an idiot.

Like the other's comments, this can't really be changed now, but I would have liked to see the thumbs touching. I know the shape would be a bit skewed from ...

Because it's how I escape the world (and with my family, that is all too important.)

Justin Beiber. Nuff said.

...your first thought when hearing/doing something hilarious isn't "This would make a great Facebook status," but rather "I wonder how I can incorporate this into my novel..."

"Hello, my name is Skins and my problem is I eat penguins." The people sitting on folding chairs in a circle said together in a monotonous voice, "Hello, Skins."

The brown crayon feels nothing. The brown crayon is empty For it is dreary and plain No one loves the color of dirt

The mother committed suicide because her daughter was found dead.

He wanted to eat that sandwich as much as he wanted to staple his fingers.

A spirit fled from Hell's gates.