TwilightFinder

CHAPTER 1 Rain soaked through his jacket as lightning filled the skies with a thundering roar; as if to groan in the shadows of the night, to scared away predators and lure in its prey, but it didn't frighten Jared. He walked through the forests, and felt his mind at peace. This was Sanctuary, amongst the feelings of loss and anger and pain, he found this place that restored his sanity. A place to think; a place to find safety; nature was one of his favorite things in the world. He walked past the rushing creek, overflowing with the drops of liquid that pelted him from above. He was sure his mom was worried, but she had much more to think ab

A remembrance of anything A look back at almost everything Just a speck of dust A tiny shard of trust Lost among the waves and deeper than the caves Filled with all our knowledge is something called a brain Our minds our strong and true But pollution brings anew An inescapable insanity in a different reality Loss, and left to dwell in a very distant memory  

How can I breathe when he strangled me He called himself pain A darkness untamed Leaving me broken Leaving me lame Then you came and found me here lying on the ground in fear You picked me up and dusted me off Then sent me floating in a world aloft You held me up so I could breathe So a could breathe, so freely again.

CHAPTER 7 It was raining, and I was so cold. Soaked as a wet rag, I coughed. Suddenly, I was lying in the middle of a desert, and I felt as if someone had lit me on fire. I couldn't move or breathe, and I was choking on my own pain. The light was blinding. Just then I could hear myself scream. I was breathing hard; the white light scarred my eyes. I was strapped in a hospital bed, memories flashed and I couldn't think; adrenaline shot like bullets in my veins. I screamed again. People surrounded me but they blurred like a bad TV channel. I heard voices but blocked them out. Screaming, I began to channel all of my energy until I felt like a b

Drive is a need, never a speed. Drive is a wanting that could be quite taunting. I'm not talking about a car; if that's what your thinking. Like a metal tar it can be sticky A trap, a need, and want, A jealous gaunt. Or a need of revenge, to take back with font. To rise from the ashes and prove our worth; so you must ask yourself: Do I have a drive?

Drive is a need, never a speed. Drive is a wanting that could be quite taunting. I'm not talking about a car; if that's what your thinking. Like a metal tar it can be sticky A trap, a need, and want, A jealous gaunt. Or a need of revenge, to take back with font. To rise from the ashes and prove our worth; so you must ask yourself: Do I have a drive?

How could a describe something so pure so untainted by all of the pain in the world Too easy for sorrow to stain Too easy for our wills to curl We were pure once Our minds untainted Never suffering all these scraps and cuts Blissfully unaware of life as we knew it Never accused Never burned Nothing to lose Nothing to hurt How come there isn't and purity in the world? Because if we were pure, we wouldn't be here, would we? Because this opinion is just from me.

Heaven is a home Heaven is happiness Heaven is where I'm not alone ~ Its where I can get away from all of the pain brought by today ~ Its so I can hide and listen to the tide ~ lap against the shore and grind the ocean floor Heaven is my family Heaven is my friends Heaven is my happiness ~ But true happiness is knowing that you made someone Else's life limitless That is true bliss ~~~