It might be the computer you're on. My laptop seems to hate WEBook, actually, so it's such a hassle trying to post. :S

It wont let me post!!!!!! ahhh!!

     It's another one of those days, those days where the white noise pacifying my ears is reaching deafening levels. I'm waiting for the screeching, snarling demons to break through the wall I've been carefully constructing for years. My own little portable padded cell, right inside my head.
     I want them to break through; to feel something, anything.
     Is it possible for a soul to die before its body has even been born?

Three steps into tomorrow and I am raking broken glass nails across what is left of yesterday.  If the sound isn't enough to send shards of ice down one's spine I will screech a bit as well, throw some echoes out to bounce off jagged canyon walls, watch them break as they strike the hard edges and then fall in sparkling slow motion into the frigid currents below.  I tried to numb the skeletal fingers, tried to dull the razor sharp nails.  I tried.  Perhaps I would have been more successful if I had simply stood stock still at the edge of one of those jagged canyon walls...and let more than just my echoes strike the edges, break into a thousand shimmering slicing bits and fall...slow motion.

In your world the sun WILL rise tomorrow, the birds WILL sing ans the fish WILL swim. In my world the sun WILL NOT  rise tomorrow, the birds WILL NOT sing, the fish WILL NOT swim. In my world a step outside your front door means certain destruction. I have been shackled to the hellish things in life and my mind has been turned into a place of nightmares.

 Do you flee from your own shadow? I do, i flee from it like a mouse from a cat. Dark alleys and streets haunt my mind and my life. Walking alone means terror and pain. I can never escape the torment of those who think they are worthy. People who think they own the town because they have gangs of sheep who do their dirty work for them. Most days I have three of four herds of sheep all at once, bleating insults,mockery,lies. They do it to make me feel bad, but it's too late for them. I was broken many years ago, a gang of creeps stalked me through the street, threatening to hurt me, my family ,  my friends.

Tomorrow i will walk out my front door and find the things i fear most in life standing before me. Their fiery gazes burn into the depths of my damaged soul, leaving it broken beyond repair. My life isn't exactly a bundle of joy, in fact it's the complete opposite. But without one special person who doesn't even know i exist, I cope each day.

Her heartwarming smile melts the ice inside me. I can't help but stare at her always perfect hair, her eyes are pools of wonder. As i watch her walk by, in the blink of an eye, my life feels almost normal. For those sweet seconds I am in a world where no longer can I be harmed. She brings the best out of me without even realizing.

In school she sits with me at break and lunch. We share a laugh and exchange smiles. When she's not looking I watch her flirt with guys I know in my heart are not right for her, but i do not speak a word. Every time she touches me, my heart skips a thousand beats. It's as if her soft warm fingers send electricity through me. No matter how hard I try i can't say goodbye.

She leaves me at the end of the day, with a large cloud of grey, replacing the joyous white clouds of innocence. A glance over her shoulder, a flick of  her hair and I know she's   gone forever. So i trudge home each day,a sad face painted on my pale skin. Tears roll down my cheek as the pain starts again. until tomorrow I see her again.

I feel kinda hungry...

My mother passed away today,
grew butterfly wings and flew away.
She left me here alone for awhile,
but in my soul she left her smile.
She left me her kindness and her grace,
I keep them in a hidden place.
She's flitting around up above,
watching over me with a mother's love.
So, through this world I will trod,
always wanting to ask God;
Why did you take my mother away?
Leave my world so utterly grey?
To which he would answer from above,
because Heaven wasn't Heaven without her love.

I'm bored, tired,feeling kinda awkward and i wanna make another poem but i can't think of anything! :|

I like butterflies. They’re so free, so beautiful, and yet their time to roam this earth is so scarce. I want to be like a butterfly; grow, dream, and chase my dreams as I fly through life as if each day was the last.