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do you really have a choice???dont condemn them
for they do not know what they ask
i knew what i was asking for
so i deserve this sufferen
but do not take their innocence
we all reach that point
where breathing just get to hard
you pretend you care
then prove to me you dont
im lyeing hear in this fatal position
wait for these tears to leave
and its you fault!
to believe in angels
you must believe in
dont burn to bright...
just bright enough for me
they play in grave yard
without knowing it
disturding the dirt
and the people under it
I'd tell you to go to hell
but i know sending you home
wouldnt do anyone any good
I am dirty & discarded
a memory to easily forgotten
i might aswel be a figment of your imagination
existing for the breifest moment in time
It's a heartbreaking feeling
while I know you love her
I hope she realizes how special you are
in the dreams of the immemorable
answers plead to be spoken
but the question
seven secondsin the last seven seconds i realized 3 things
well actually i miss a lot of things at the moment. i miss the sun and the sand on the beaches mixing together. i also miss the feeling of adventure when i go somewhere i haven't been before. but when I'm talking about what i miss i was actually thinking of you. I'm not exactly sure what i miss about you, maybe it was the green in your eyes that was almost invisible behind the brown or maybe it was how your hands never seemed to get cold, maybe it wasn't any of these but i know it has something to do with how we would sit somewhere and talk for hours and we would both seem so happy, i remember meg asking me later what we had been talking about (she always had had a crush on you) and i would never be able to tell her, not because it was private but i could never have been able to sum it up. i remember sitting next to you thinking about growing old together. some how growing old with you didn't seem so bad you s
her diaryher diary sits on the bed,
where he discarded it hours earlier.
she had sent it with a parcel,
that she said contained her heart
(he didn't dare find out what it really was).
the dairy she had started writing when they were together.
(a month before she left)
2 years of her life were held in its pages
followed with sticky notes and falling out pages
when he found it lying on his bed
he had secretly hoped that it would reveal where she was.
he seamed to have forgotten that she wrote in poems
about how she felt
the only clue to where she was is a small note
on the back page
to find me u must find the place where
my best friend...she's scared to feel...
to fall in love,
to believe in people,
they have ALL let her down
one to many times.
she's looking for an escape,
a way to enter the blackness
that is reached just before you wake up.
the place where nothing can find her.
the place that feels free
the place of nothingness.
(she doesn't see the prison bars
in my headi have a confession to make...
i don't dream when i sleep
for some people that could be normal
but for me i think its strange
I'm supposed to control what happens,
so why do most my favorite characters die?
my so called dreams...
they are my little fairy-tales
but they grow and Grow and GROW
until i cant control them
i know it may sound weird that
i cant control my own thoughts
but it just starts to overwhelm me
i try to stay with reality as much as i can
but after awhile of trying to block them
they turn into nightmares and ruin me
they make me moody, hard to get along with
and then REAL people are also getting angry at me
not just the people in my head
its hurting me...
i think that its all gonna kill me
I'm trying not to be dramatic here
Ice BabyYou should live in the Arctic, baby.
where the sun don't shine to often,
with animals so dangerous and cute.
you would fit right in there, baby.
you could dance in snow
and maybe find something
more dangerous then yourself.
oh baby you would love it there,
where it can never get to hot...
but without me you would have to live,
you would only have animals, baby.
I'm sorry i could not come with you
but your baby is joined to the sun.
I'm so sorry...
my ice baby.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
no 11:11 wishinghey say he likes her,
and shes cant help pray
that they were right.
his eyes are like
the months between summer and autumn,
specks of green hidden behind a gentle brown.
and his voice seems to melt even her heart.
she doesnt want to love him.
but she cant help herself
and she cant help hoping
that someday he will want her back.
she may hope yes,
but she will never let herself wish
because her wishes seem to get lost
on their way to heaven.
so tonight she will go to bed before 11:11
and HOPE that one day...
he will love her too.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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