Remnants of My Happy Heart

my empty words filled with hate anxious and depressed keeps me waiting heart thumping mind racing where's the time gone knowledge of his care his love and kind heart yet i doubt his undying affection he loves me i know it but i still can't believe it.

always anxious heart flitting beneath my skin head pounding violently it keeps me sane this undeniable worry that keeps me wake through the night the stomach wrenching feeling that makes me know it's real the nausea of worry i'm alive.

The clock was striking midnight. Glancing over, she saw the rise and fall of the man's breath. Sliding the covers off, she began to dress. A breeze crept in the window and chills ran down her body. Bending over, she fixed the strap of her heels and grabbed her purse. Her bracelets jingled against each other. "Shit". The hair on her neck rose and she glanced back at him, still asleep on the bed. Taking a moment to admire him, she notices his muscles glistening under the faint moonlight. The color of his skin camouflaged his freckles, which dotted his face. Time to go. Looking at her watch, she left the room as quietly as possible. 12:01am. She's safe.

racist loud, rambling insults thrown your way profane statements and thoughts your existence at its finest worry i have for you your safety which is at risk stay inside where it's safe warm, filled with delight listen don't go out stay within the confinement please don't fall or die for my life couldn't go on.

    The cold of winter had been cutting through her all day. Shivering, she opens the door to the house. The screams were the first thing she noticed. There were no words to describe the anger she felt rise through her. Running to the bathroom, she found her father bent over a lifeless body. Sharice lay in the murky red water.     Her father sent a lash across her face. Her ears began to rang and her vision went blurry. This was all their fault. Her parents had ruined the only true family she had left. Their actions had been heinous. She knew her actions had contradicted her intent. Yet, what was she supposed to do? Steal her sister away from the family home?     No, she knew what it was. She had to kill those who had murdered her sister. Her parents were next, and she knew she had to get revenge.

winter is a time of sadness cold snow can't wash it away winter is a time of loss icy roads create disaster winter is a time of pain holidays can't take it away winter is a time of joy christmas cheer and the new year winter is a time of thanks be thankful for all you have winter is a time of giving give to those you love and those without much winter has diverse meaning winter is sadness and joy winter is loss and thanks winer is pain and giving.

She walks to the front door and takes a deep breath. "Today WILL be a good day", she whispers to herself. Her hand shakes as she turns the knob, but she gathers enough courage to walk through the door. There are people everywhere and she has no clue where to go. She needs to find Storm; she needs to fit in. She walks aimlessly, running into people unintentionally, knowing she can spot his light brown hair from anywhere. "Where is he?" she asks quietly. She spots him and gets closer. His arm is around another girl. That was the same arm that once held her closely and caressed her face gently. This was the arm that won basketball games and could give her a sense of security. She was taken aback, what is he doing? He seems to look at her but then smiles at the girl in his arms. He tickles her side like he used to do to her. She was angry; she reached out to touch the girl but someone knocked her back. She got up and slowly reached out to Storm. When she touched him, h...

She chipped away at her nail polish, wishing she hadn’t shown up to the diner. “Come on, Jo, you have to eat,” he placed his finger under her chin, lifting her face to look her in the eyes. Jocelyn shook free from his grasp, “You know I can’t, Olly.” She looked out the window, watching the traffic. The rain was falling, and she was still wet from the walk to the diner. Looking back at Oliver, she felt her heart drop. His hands were in his lap, and he had been staring out the window, too. What’s going on in that mind? She knew why he had asked to meet her at the diner – it was all in his plan to get her to eat again. After all, she hadn’t had a bite for two days. “Please, Jo,” his voice was wavering, “for me?” His dark, brown eyes penetrated through her and she felt a pang of guilt. Why did I come here? She knew she wasn’t going to eat and that was torture for Oliver.             “You can’t surv...