Anonymous

Oh my gawsh! That is the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in ages! Come off anon so I can love you! 

New book idea.

OH NO THE WORLD IS ENDING AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Bullshit. 

But, I am writing a book about it. It’s supposed to be an adventure/humor book. So, here’s the prologue, guys.

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For millenniums people have feared the world would end.  Every few months there is some wacko out there claims that the great Lord Jesus came to him in a dream and said it was going to end in a few months. That’s just ridiculous. There is supposedly a bunch of proof written down by dead people that didn’t know left from right. Nostradamus, Armageddon, and a whole bunch of other nut cases predicted it would end and it never did.

So, here’s the question. Are you really going to believe it? Are you really going to believe the world should end? Legend says the Mayan Calendar ends December 21, 2012. Do you think because a bunch of people from thousands of years ago, before they even knew what French fries were could predict when they world would end. Do you believe it?

 I think you should.

My name is Persephone Anubis. Yeah, wacky name. I know. My parents were all into that Greek mythology stuff. Anyways, this is the story of how my family made the world end, and how a bunch of dudes a gazillion years ago knew we would.

Those Words You said

Some far, far away day
in many many years
You’ll be old and dying
and you’ll remember everything you said
and I’ll still be young and crying
over hurtful memories
and you’ll say “I’m sorry for everything I’ve said”
But it’s too late
for apologizes
because I’ll be dead.
Dead is what I aim for
it’s what I’ve always wanted
wanted because I’m dead to you
I’m depressed because of you.
Depression is a disease
a disease you inflicted on me
Why would you do this to a child?
Have you seen the scars?
Or the blood?
The blood all over my clothes.
The scars will always
remain on me
I honestly wish my sorrows would go away
These memories, are not some wanted by others.
I am now dead.
To all of you.

Take Them

How could you?
How could you do this to me?

You destroyed them.
I hate you.
Fuck you.

I hope you die.
You took him from me.

You took both of them from me.

You’re a filthy whore.
Both of you.

Your sister and you.

I loved him so much.
You moved him away.

I can’t stand him now.

Both of them are different people.
They once were men.

Until you changed them.

But go ahead.

Make them forget me.

Just remember when you die, I’ll flee the country,

But it doesn’t matter.
I’m already gone.

Just a thought buzzing in the back of their heads.

I was once their world.

Until you whores took it over.

You ruined my family!

I hate them now too.

But don’t worry,
they hate you too.

My Protected Killer

Maybe it’s the last time,
I keep telling myself.

Maybe it’s gone.
I say to myself.

But it always comes back,
I remind myself.

This addiction is going to kill me,
I have to tell myself.

It’s back.
And it’s not going away.

They symbols
and Xs
and lines
and words.

All perfectly planned out and sliced into my skin.

Hate
Regret
Love
Hell
Addiction
Father
Help me

All of them forever taint my skin.

Butterflies
Hearts
Broken hearts
Smiles
Skulls

Four years invested into this addiction.

I thought I had kicked it.

Every time a I planted a new imperfection into my skin
I threw the silvery metal away.

This time she’s safe.
My killer is protected in a drawer.

My killer is protected by me.

Roses are blue and violets are red

If roses weren’t red
And violets weren’t blue
Would that mean I don’t love you?

The world would be opposite.
The world would be cold.
The world would be different because I would be alone.

Everyone is different in their own special way.
But you are like all of them.
The same in every way.

Boys.
What use are they to me?
They crush me and hurt me and all together destroy me.

But you…
You’ve done much worse.

You lied and cheated.
Smoked and beaten.

I love you all the same.
Why?
I ask myself everyday.

Why did the roses turn blue and the violets turn red?
So you could hurt me until the very end.

When the roses turn red and the violets turn blue…
That will be the day that I forgive you.

The Addiction: Part 3

The addiction is back but not for good.
I have it but it’s not there.

There is no blood.
There are no scars.

But it’s back.
And I want it gone.

I need more help.
I need less pain.
I need more love.

But it all stays the same…

I love the way you hurt me

I think I might cry.
I love you too much. But I never see you.
You got me to open up when no one else could.
My addiction stopped because of you…and it also started again because of you.
Why can’t you set aside your differences with them?
It only keeps you from seeing me.
And yet the only one who suffers is me.
Can’t you see THAT YOU ARE HURTING ME?!
I want this to end!
We used to be perfect.
You don’t know how much I miss that.
I want you back!
But I still have you..
How does that work?
I want you back in my arms. My embrace.
I miss your kisses and the way your hands feel on my back.
I miss the way I fit in your arms.
How your lips felt against my neck.
I miss your warm touch and those brown eyes I love so much.
I still believe in us even when no one else does.
When I think of you I feel sick. Then I realize it’s just the butterflies in my tummy.
I miss you and love you and sometimes doubt us.
Everyone says to end it. But I’m too infatuated to listen.
I’m starting to realize I’m not depressed because I love you.
I’m depressed because you don’t love me.
But I can’t change that, even if you say you love me I know you don’t.
I can see it in your eyes. They shine with shame.
You’re ashamed to admit you don’t feel the same way.
Even more so because you said it first!
Why would you hurt me like that?!
Were you trying to toy with my feelings so you could crush me at the perfect time?!
I thought you were perfect!!
I left for a month and you change! Into a completely different person!
Why?!
The more I write in this the more I realize that everyone around me is right…
You don’t deserve me.
You do lie.
You don’t feel the same way.
And I’m better off without you.

Love Is Fickle

I was wrong.
You were right.
I thought you didn’t love me.
I told you to prove it.
I was proven wrong.
You do love me.
And I love you.
I feel so dizzy.
Like I’m walking on a cloud.
In heaven.
I feel like I could fly.
It’s amazing.
Love.
What is it?
I think I know.
But we all have our different opinions on it.
We are all unique in one way.
And that’s what brings me closer to you.
That’s why I love you.
You are the exact opposite of me.
I get lost in your brown eyes.
And my hands get tangled in your messy dark hair.
I love every part of you.
From your concern to your sex jokes.
I know you care and I care too.
But who loves who more?
You say you do.
I say I do.
Who knows?
I call it equal.
Our love is special.
You’re special.
Everything about you is special.
But most of all, you’re special to me.

Crushed

I will crush you.
For the things you said.
For being the ignorant fool you are.
Didn’t you think of me?!
Do you not care?
Apparently not.
You never loved me.
You are too conceited to love anyone but yourself.
Bastard.
Liar.
Idiot.
All words that describe you.
But now things are about to get rough.
I’m not your angel.
I’m about to ruin you.
For what you did to me.
Can you handle this?
I hope you can’t.
You deserve punishment for my pain.
Friends not enemies is what you said.
More like enemies not friends for me.
I’m here to crush you like you crushed my heart.
Into little tiny pieces.
Pieces that can only slowly be mended with time.
Who will be there to put the pieces back together?
Not you. Not ever.
My heart is like a puzzle.
A puzzle you took apart.
Slowly and surely.
I am crushed.