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Pictures Of You Ch. 1'Go on, silly boy! Just walk to your locker. Why should you be afraid? After all, it's only school!' Jared said to himself, in his head of course, because he didn't want people to think he's mad. He had enough trouble being the outsider already. Jared stepped into the school, into a hallway in which all lockers were. His locker was in the far left, number 725, on top. He had trouble reaching his locker because he was quite small. He was happy to be small though. He hated to be seen. He'd rather just stand in a corner, observing people, making pictures of them. He had no need meeting people, they could only let him down. He had found out a long time ago.
Jared put the unnecessary books in his locker -he'd pick them up later- the rest he kept in his bag. He had two bags on his back. A rather small bag, and a schoolbag. In the small bag he kept his most precious possession, his camera. His camera seemed to be his only friend, he couldn't be rejected by it. It was an old-fashioned camera,
Sad AgainOh well, it happened again
I'm feeling sad and lonely all the same.
I thought it would be over by now
This depression, always feeling down.
'Cause I'd found someone to love
But no, it won't work, it has to stay
Day after bloody day.
I thought I could fake it, babe
Acting happy, smile again
It's working, I look so fine.
But when it's dark and the moon is high,
I will cry and look so shy.
Dear Lord, why do I have to be this way?
Wasting TimeI don't want to waste time,
Crying for the love I'll never have.
And I don't want to die for,
Someone who didn't do me good.
I don't want to be left on my own.
I will look up to the sky,
And I will smile.
When the others are doing,
Absolutely NO good
With their lives.
Oh, dry your tears,
You must be sleepy in the day time,
When you cried all night long.
Don't think about the things,
That you have done wrong.
When all we do in a lifetime,
Is find out where we belong.
On a Winters DayI'm staring out the window,
On a soft and silent winters day.
I'm staring out that window,
That's always been between our ways.
The trees have lost their leaves,
Like we have lost our broken dreams.
But when it's spring they will return,
So, I guess we have to wait, and stay the same
Then our dreams may come back home, to us.
The clouds, so high up in the sky,
They pass me like you pass me by.
So high up in the winter skies,
Will you ever come down by my side?
I'm staring out the window,
Waiting for this winters day to pass.
I'm killing time,
On this grey day.
And I'm wondering,
If you might do the same?
I haven't seen your face.
But one day,
I might see your smile again
And then I might do the same.
Bleak times are these winters days.
So I'm staring out the window,
Waiting for you to pass,
And maybe stay,
And maybe say:
"The leaves are growing back again."
Then I will smile and say the same,
And I will go away with you.
And NEVER come
Taste Of HoneyA taste of honey,
Sweet, so bitter sweet.
A taste of honey,
When I'm not sure what I need.
Is not always a great deed.
It's not quite what you need.
Who broke your heart when you were blue.
Always thinking he's the clue.
You were a loner,
A broken home with nowhere to go.
A short-time lover,
He eased your pain and he DID know.
Everything gone wrong now,
Your lover left you on your own.
Get another living,
Do you want to, do you know?
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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