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I tried to forget
And move on
But you stayed in the back of my mind
Fiddling with my heart strings
And exploring my emotions
It's hard to focus
When that little voice always tells you what to do
The choices to choose
You just never go away
What a burden you are
But don't leave me
For you bring me comfort
Yet a painful memory as well
But although you torture me
And play me like a puppet
I still can't imagine life without such a tragedy
Such a mistake you were
But I shall carry you with me wherever I go
For the rest of my days
Forever and ever
What a burden you are
What a tragedy
What a mistake
What have you done to me
You terrible soul.
Above the hills
And beyond the sea
Past the abandoned windmills
That whisper to me.
There lies a secret
Only those who die can keep
Of a nightmare bullet
As scarring as the sea is deep.
The farther you go
The more you search
You will encounter a crow
A watchman on his perch.
Larger than most but smaller than few
With eyes of a sinner
Me, he looks right through
As nightfall rests on his feathers.
As the darkness of night
Transcends to early morning
He begins his dawn flight
All the while sending warning.
As I venture on through the muck and the fog
I proceed with caution
As my eyes rest on a figure beyond the bog
The memory my speech gets lost in.
As I approach the image grows clearer
A house of light
Grows ever nearer
I feel my heart speeding up and my throat become tight.
Sitting in the unforgiving December air
I lost my step- the house has taken it's freeze
Much like me, frost has stolen the life from the trees
The house and me, what a pair!
As my body grows heavy
What's the point in falling for someone who is clearly not ready to catch you?
I mean, I do understand that they hold their arms out for you to fall into
But are you really that gullible to trust them?
Don't get me wrong,
I've fallen for that trick several times
In fact, I'm just recovering from a fall
Well, at least I'm TRYING to recover
It seems to me that every single time I am on the road to recovery,
Someone or something gets in my way and distracts me
And that's the problem
I am so easily distracted
Distracted and gullible
But at times I also feel as though I am blind
I never look ahead and warn myself
I know what is going to happen to myself if I keep on trusting strangers so easily
My heart is going to end up broken
And my eyes will end up sore from all of the late night crying sessions
Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear
I wish that I could vanish
Go somewhere where there is complete silence
So there is nothing to hear
I could cry all I wanted to
And no one would ever know
I could scream in pain as loud as I would like
And there would be nothing anyone could do
Questioning my very own existence
Comparing my myself to others
And look out onto the distance
At times I feel depressed, sad and lonely
For no apparent reason
Like I have some form of hypophrenia
I should learn how to take life slow
And just go with the seasons
Why does it seem like my life is harder than everyone elses?
Why does God put me through this?
It seems kind of selfish
No one else besides me knows this
But when I look in the mirror, I feel disgusted
I can't help but see the one thing I lucked out on
And those simple times th
For Someone New
For Someone New~
Have you ever loved someone who could never be yours?
And no matter what you did he would just look right through you?
Story of my life
It always seems that no matter what I do
Or what I say
I'll never be good enough for him
I see him flirting with other girls
And I see him with his girlfriend
He's a completely different person when he's with them
He seems happy
I don't know if it's just me
But am I the only one that notices that sparkle in his eye?
I try so hard not to cry when I think about him
I literally have to hold back the tears between every class period
I hate knowing that I'll never get to hold your hand
I hate knowing that if I hugged you, you would push me away
And I absolutely despise the fact that you barely even notice me
Especially when I know every move that you make
Is it that hard?
That hard just to talk to me?
It really pains me to see you walk away when I'm speaking to you
I know I am not as pretty
Or as exciting as *her
But I was really hoping tha
Everything I Have Done
Everything I Have Done~
I had a terrible past
Everyday I would wake up
Wondering what the lastest drama on me was
I would always try to hide
You know, fade in the background?
Well that seemed nearly impossible
Every step i took
Someone was there ridiculing me
Only one person knows how ashamed I am of everything I have done
I can trust her with my life
I can trust her with my mistakes
I can trust her with my past
But mostly, I can trust knowing that she will never tell him the things I told her
She knows he made me cry
She knows he made me scream in pain
Because she witnessed all of that
She knows everything
I loved him so much
I would have done absolutely anything just to get him to notice me
But the problem was
I did exactley that
Anything and everything
If I had know before what kind of damage he would have caused me
I would not have even bothered to look twice at him
But that's where I'm lying
Of course I would have wasted my time on him
And of course I still would have l
The life you lead is unspoken
Write the words for the pages unwritten
You are the only one that can control what your future holds
Make the one who broke your heart beg to have you to come back
Don't hold a grudge
But let them know that their chances are fat
If your life was taken in snapshots
What would it look like?
Would you be proud of your past?
Or would you wish that you had taken your life to a whole new height?
Were you fearless?
Did you love even though you knew he would never be yours,
Or did you let the other monster have him,
While you got whatever was left
Make your presence memorable
And let your personality shine out luminously
Don't let others tell you what to do
And keep your promises as if you were sworn to secrecy
Raise your head high and keep it there proudly
Don't look down on others
Because when they are alone
They just might cry about it quietly
Who cares about your weight?
If someone judges you on that
Then they aren't worth your time anyway
So Did You
So Did You~
· "I'm sorry."
· That phrase has been abused and tossed around way too many times
· Not everybody realizes how valuable its meaning is
· Although it's only two words
· The story behind it is much greater than its size
· Some people just spit it out like its nothing
· But if you use it wrong
· It could take the victim months of healing
· I know you had no intention of hurting me
· You barely noticed we were drifting further apart
· And that left me drowning in the sea
· At times I forgot how to swim
· And it felt like the world stopped turning
· I have to learn how to get along without you
· And I have to find a way to stop hurting
· Every time I see you
· It brings back a flood of emotions
· I don't know whether to laugh or cry
· Or to go lie down and let time pass me by
· I can't count how many times I have wanted to run away and hide
· It's hard to find someone who wil
Middle Of Nowhere
Middle Of Nowhere~
· "Take my hand and close your eyes."
· I asked him where we were going
· But he said it was a surprise
· I could smell the salt of the ocean in the distance
· And ran my hand against a cherry wood tree
· I could feel the cool wind of the night
· And hear the gentle waves of the sea
· I tried to picture where we could be
· But nothing seemed familiar
· I had no idea where we were
· He held my hand to guide me safely
· Whispering in my ears
· Giving me directions and saying he loved me
· I felt myself blush
· And I giggled way too loudly
· Normally, that laugh would have been to quiet,
· But, wherever we were,
· The slightest whisper broke the silence
· He held me by the waist
· And brushed back my hair
· Kissed me gently
· And positioned me on a chair
· "Don't peek." He commanded me
· As impatient as I was
· I managed not to see
· I felt s
EveryPull all the blades out
Remove all the world’s daggers
Let it all flow out of you
See all your ignorance
All your pain
See all the hate
All the cruelty
Let it all leave you
Let it all flow away
FearsI'm scared to find out one of my friends at school is fake
I'm afraid my efforts to do my best won't be enough
I'm afraid I'll dissappoint my friends and family if I don't do my best
I'm afraid my smart mouth is gonna upset someone I care about
I'm afraid I'll give up on love
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
UntitledStaring into the darkness
Seeing no light
Losing my will
To continue this fight
Seeking to find
What can never be found
Only sadness and sorrow
Are ever around
Creeping into my soul
Stopping my heart
I want it to end
But don't know where to start
Reaching into the black
Never ending abyss
No one to see
Anything is amiss
A long slow breath
The silent scream
As if my life
Were just a dream
Sinking into the nothing
Fading from sight
Needing to reach
That eternal night
It's Too MuchI have too many sides.
Too many opinions.
Too many thoughts.
I feel everything at once.
And I don't know.
I don't know.
I cut and I don't know anymore.
I feel like I just keep falling further and further.
I don't know how to fucking do this.
I just can't cope.
I'm trapped here.
With no escape and.
I can't breathe.
SuicideA bloody bone filled mess
Hit the ground this afternoon
A splatter of success
Flowing down in deep maroon
The sidewalk is painted human
With a pallet of teeth and skin
A portrait that’s been proven
To kill you from within
Such an unforgiving canvas
Earth has turned out to be
Her paint so sad and anxious
To escape reality
About boast bustersSo why is this episode so bad? I don't see it, I mean without it we wouldn't have Trixie and magic duel would either be lost or it wouldn't make sense, the moral is ok to, if someone like a bully is boasting or showing off, standup to them and put them right, it's not a bad episode, in my opinion it's just the delivery that was bad what do you think
GetMy parents told me to
get a job
and I didn't know they were referring to
so now I'm stuck working at Jacksons
My parents told me to
get a life
and I didn't know that they just wanted to
play a board game
now I'm living all the excess of it
My parents told me to
get a scholarship
and they forgot to mention that I need to
get a ship of scholars
and now I need to send them to harvard
My parents told me to
get a degree
and when I twisted my bones at the proper angle
they were so proud of me
but I wondered how long I need to keep the position
My parents told me to
get a girl
and when I forcibly took one in my arms, at her dismay,
My parents were so proud of me
but for how long would I need to keep it?
My parents told me to
get a car
and when I came in with chassis and nothing else
they were so very proud of me
and now I get to build the rest by myself
My parents told me to
get a clue
and when I found them in the bedroom with a candlelight
I learned about the birds and bees t
WonderlandThe sky, the beautiful sky,full of white puffy clouds that look like nice fluffy pillows,
The sky full of blue, the lovely blue that brings joy to all who look at it,
I want to be in a field of green pastures, with lovely yellow flowers,
An apple tree on the left and a beautiful mountain on the right,
Big enough to hide my field,
But small enough to let the sun shine its brightest,
Never will this field, this Wonderland be infested by sadness,
Joy, peace and harmony, that is all this beautiful Wonderland has to offer,
I want to find this Wonderland,
I believe it is only found in my Dreams, in my Heart,
This Wonderland my belong to me, but I want to share it with all who want peace, joy and harmony in their lives,
Come one, come all, to this Wonderland of green pastures,
Beautiful yellow flowers,
An apple tree,
A magnificent mountain,
Beautiful puffy clouds and a perfect blue sky,
I want you all to share this beautiful land with all who want peace, joy, and harmony,
I want all to be hap
· He saw me cry on the last day
· I bet he thought it was because everyone was going away
· But secretly inside myself I was yelling,
· "Don't do this to me!"
· "Don't leave."
· Every time I see him
· It's like the gigantic hole in my chest disappears
· But the second he turns around
· I wish he was now near
· The hole somehow finds its way back
· Through all of the tears
· There's a lump in my throat
· That I just can't seem to swallow
· I try to scream
· But my voice just sounds hollow
· It feels like there is acid
· All throughout my body
· Every payer I prayed was for you
· Every start I wished upon was about you
· And every tear I shed was because of you
· You were never forgotten
· Oh honey, you were never ONCE forgotten
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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