Masochist (2/21)With words like knives, hestabs at my skin, but why doI love this so much?
Push the Pencil (2/17)Write. Give them somethingthey'll like. Something they'd adore. What you'd be proud of.
Six WordsSadly, this is just a dream.
The Reign of Terror (2/16)When you get her mad,trust me, it's close to beingapocalyptic.
One Lone WolfI'd so date myself.Just think about it, we have so much in common.
Lassitude (Day 5)I.if someone asked mewhy i wouldn't even look you in the eye,i'd come up shortthere's no reason whyi'd shun you so;i was a masochist,shackled by heavyiron chains, the red hotsearing into my skin.II.falling for those eyeswas like falling into a deep abyss:who knows what laid beneath the darkness?III.sometimes i think,"what could i have done then?"and i despise myselffor gluing my feet to the groundand refusing to move.like a deer in headlightsora bear caught in a trap. i suppose i wish i've never donenot doing anything at all.IV.
Brood (Day 4)I.I think in poetic verses.Anything can be my muse.I think too hard on how to capturethis moment in black inkI forget to live in it.II.How will I ever become a writerif I don't even believe in my own abilities?If I want to make a name for myself,shouldn't I at least believe I can?III.I have an addiction.At first it was manageablejust a few minutes a day,but it slowly got out of hand,10 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour.Now I need more, more, more.Late nights isolated in my room,sitting in my bed with heavy bagsunder my eyes but not ready to sleep,terrified of what it's done to me.What DeviantArt has done to me.IV."What do other people thinkwhen they see my face?"Do they see the quiet, studious girlwho sits in the back of the room,never raising her hand,never peeling off her skinto show the true person inside?What does my family see me as?My friends? Cousins? Closest friends?But more importantly,who do I see myself as?V.They say the ey
Moiety (Day 3)I.Expel all the ghosts that haunt mewith a single kiss.II.Buy me books, not drinks.III.Make stupid punsabout brooms andthe periodic tablethat make me laughanyway.IV.Serenade me until I've memorized your voice,the highs and lows and the pitch bends;leave me swooning for more.V.See the beauty in me,in the most shameful and vilerecesses of my mind,even when I don't believe in myself.VI.Teach me about angels and demonsand all the wonder in the world.VII.Hold me in your arms until I fall asleep,our breathing synchronizing into flawless harmony.VIII.Take me to where the sun always shinesand the days never end.Take me to where laughter comes easyand wind blows gently.Take me to happiness.The Seventh Heaven.
Cynosure (Day 8)I.Wit and intellectgo hand in hand,like how our handsshall alignif your IQ is on parwith mine. II.Laughter is directly linked to happiness.Grant me the wings thatsend me shootingthrough Earth, soaring throughthe air like a baby bird takingits first flight, then lay me gentlyback down, a feather floating throughthe zephyr until softly touching the ground.Send me another cyclone thereafterto fire me into the heavens,rocking back and forth like a baby in its cradle,until I'm out of breath, weary. III.He who wanders among the living like a Frankenstein,ripping pieces off for others faster thanhe could ever hope to replace them;He who slays the dragon to save the worldrather than to win the girl's heart;He who listens because he knows no one else will;There's a place for youin my mind, my soul,my heart.....Now I just need to find you.
Rejected.. (Poem)There are people, that stay by your side,When standing there is a reason for pride,When being your "friend" leads them to gain,Such two-faced folk - all they want is the fame..Talking good, appearing nice,Holding behind an evil device..Raising you amongst them a beloved royal,Making you believe, that they are loyal,Not noticing that it is all in vain..For the only thing they want to abstain,Is you from removing their source of gain..But wait for the day you need them most,You'll learn how much such companion cost,Cuz they will just get you completely lost.The moment you find yourself in any trouble,You see the illusion of the "friendship-bubble",Pop and vanish, like it was never there,You'll find yourself rottening left alone all bare.."But maybe they're busy" you keep on saying,Forget it, leave it, don't you dare,To make them excuses when there are none,This is the end, my dear friend, you are done...Rejected, defected, all alone,On the streets, left to moan..
Being different.. (Poem)I've always been the odd one out,"What a weirdo!" - it's all they shout.."Who are you, why are you here"?Not caring of the tears or fear..They just demand, they just ask.But listening the answer is an impossible task..Nothing can take away their doubt..It's not the truth they care about..They want to tell "you're not one of us","you don't belong here", it's all they discuss..The feeling when people around you,Tell the place, the only safe,What you learnt to be yours as well..It's not a place for you to dwell..It was never your home,only a lie, like the foam..You should go far far away,Get to your own way..But this is my home, this is my way..They know little and I intend to stay..Stay and pray.. Whatever it takes,I need not to listen these snakes..Being different is what we are,And if we don't argue, and make eachother weak,We'll notice it's what makes us unique..It's a way we can learn, from one another,Like a daughter from her beloved mother..
Orange beauty.. (Poem)Love the colour of this orange beauty,Even being pretty is not its only duty..It makes me remember I'm a part of this,The beautiful creation, what a feeling of bliss..The magnificent nature amongst which,I feel free to open every stitch,Even from my deepest scars,Putting away these stopping bars,In my heart, in my mind,Keeping me drowned, sad and blind..Bad words that made me forget,Everything is not lost just yet..
His Body Is DeadIt started out as an accident, and I guessIt ended with one too.Because we didn't mean to fall,But we did anyway.And I guess I can't regret it too much. But after the second accident,He just wasn't the same.He breathed, but didn't know it. His heart beat, but didn't feel it.And his head worked, he just couldn't use it. I swore in my dreams,I'd see him reaching out to his body.But his fingers passed right through it.And he wanted to tell me something,But his voice wouldn't work. So nowHe's less than a child's doll,That used to be a favorite,And now sits in a corner gathering dust.Because a child's doll could at least find new life. And he just lays there,Staring at the ceiling,And there's this mechanical breathing going on in his chest.And the machine won't stop screaming.And screaming "LET HIM GO! HE'S NO LONGER HERE, AND HE'LL NEVER BE BACK!" His eyes won't see me anymore.His chest d
When I Shall DieWhen I shall die I ask not for a coffinTo display my mortal bodyTo the Earth beneath.I ask not for a funeralA celebration of my life and memoryThough both would be soon forgottenI ask not for roses nor liliesTo slowly rot away in coherence with me.When I shall dieI merely ask for a stoneWith my name etched onto its soulAnd of this stone I beg,To remember meRemember I was here , that I existed,For all eternity.
What?What lingers there inside your mind?What are the thoughts that you can't find?What happens when the silence comes?
Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Silence does a better job.
2 Years"Here. She's smiling in this one."
FeatThey said I couldn't.I did.
85Five children, seventeen grandchildren. Still alone.
UntitledRealizing:"Lying shouldn't be this easy."
and every other week in between-there's nothing worse than being stuck between wanting to d r i f t and, to keep the soles of your shoes sewn tightly to the brittle ground, waiting for the day when the weeds will burst through and break your hold anyway (because at the end of today you'll find yourself sitting at the window staring at an eternity you're not sure you're a part of
Missing PersonHalf a body found.Still m o v i n g.
She Had It Coming"Oh!""What?""Mom died again!""Already?"
Slavery?He stops work.Looks up.Dies.
Leaking Out (2/18)I empty out mybrain, believing you'd like tosee all the contents.