Forgotten Child
The store lights died, one by one. The child sat in the new darkness. The people walked beside her, ignoring everything that could cause more work for them, even at the cost of this child's life. She hugged her legs to her fragile body, and stared. She had learned long ago that people use her tears to make her feel worse, so she had stopped crying. She had tried to limit the amount of pain she had to feel; she let a blessed numbing take effect.
The nightlife came alive. It roared in her ears; it danced in front of her eyes, making her sick, and scared. She had never seen this before. A man came to her side, kneeling on th
I always saw you. I knew when you entered the room; I knew when you stood so close. I never really tried to say hello. I acted like I didn't care and now you're gone.
I always saw you. I knew when you left the room; I knew when you were gone. I never said goodbye. I never tried. I acted like I didn't miss you and now you're gone.
I always saw you. I see you in the room now; I feel you stand so close. I feel you stay so close to me. I never said hello before. I never turned to you before. I never said what I wanted to before.
I will always see you. I will always know where you are in the room. I will always know when you're beside me. I
Addie raced through the dark, smoky, filth covered alley; her heart pounding so hard that she felt as if it had crawled up into her throat. She could hear heavy footsteps behind her, and the sound spurred her legs to move faster. She turned a corner, and was nearly blinded by the lanterns hanging outside the tavern. She leaned her side against the wall, foolishly exposed to the dark, sinister alley. She began to breathe more calmly, closing her eyes in thanks. As she took a step towards the tavern, intending to have a small shot of whiskey to dull/calm her nerves, a strong, sweat and dirt covered arm wound itself around her waist, squeezing t
Listening to this song,
I dream of you.
I don't know who you are,
I don't even know if you exist.
But still, I dream of your face,
Your voice, your touch.
I wait for you to come.
I hope you won't take long.
Listening to this song,
My chest hurts.
I miss you
even though I've never seen you.
I miss your voice, soft in my ear,
Helping to erase my tears.
I miss your touch, gentle on my skin,
Taking away my pain.
I miss your face, so perfect to me,
So perfect, I can't breathe.
Listening to this song,
My breaths are short and quick.
I try to slow my breathing,
And then I feel you.
I try to calm my he
Gorgeous (49)
Hey there
Gorgeous.
Oh the way you
Gleam in the light,
It fills me
With this giddy
Feeling.
Can I touch you?
Can I use you?
To end the pain?
C'mon, gorgeous,
I need you!
Family (36)
My family,
Loves me,
Cherishes me,
Holds me,
Hugs me,
Knows me; yet
I stare at the cuts.
The cuts
They haven't seen.
The cuts
That show
How I feel.
My family,
Loves me,
Cherishes me,
Holds me,
Hugs me,
Doesn't know
Anything
About me.
Not Yet Dead
I breathe, but I can't smell
I can't feel, but the cuts are real
I hate, but I love you
Yes I'm alive,
Does it make you sad?
It makes me sad too.
But don't worry
Life must always end
For some it ends
All too quickly, but
For me, it seems
To take an eternity
And I apologize
For I am
Not yet dead.
Promised (76)
Promised nothing,
Ok, no cutting
But scratching, stabbing, killing
Never mentioned
See how dumb you are?
See how smart I am?
Promised nothing
Not breathing, not living, but dying
That sounds fine, easy, fun
Promised one thing:
No cutting
Jack-O-Lantern
Jack-o-lantern
Orange and bright
Emotions carved into you
Permanent screams
*Chorus:
pumpkin man's head
never stays too long
ax chopping faster and faster
pumpkin man's song
haunting melody
voices carry on, and on
jack-o-lantern
dead and rotting
seeds pitted long ago
silent protest, hidden
*chorus
jack-o-lantern
orange and bright
snatched from your patch
family seeds
*chorus
Forgotten Child
The store lights died, one by one. The child sat in the new darkness. The people walked beside her, ignoring everything that could cause more work for them, even at the cost of this child's life. She hugged her legs to her fragile body, and stared. She had learned long ago that people use her tears to make her feel worse, so she had stopped crying. She had tried to limit the amount of pain she had to feel; she let a blessed numbing take effect.
The nightlife came alive. It roared in her ears; it danced in front of her eyes, making her sick, and scared. She had never seen this before. A man came to her side, kneeling on th
I always saw you. I knew when you entered the room; I knew when you stood so close. I never really tried to say hello. I acted like I didn't care and now you're gone.
I always saw you. I knew when you left the room; I knew when you were gone. I never said goodbye. I never tried. I acted like I didn't miss you and now you're gone.
I always saw you. I see you in the room now; I feel you stand so close. I feel you stay so close to me. I never said hello before. I never turned to you before. I never said what I wanted to before.
I will always see you. I will always know where you are in the room. I will always know when you're beside me. I
Addie raced through the dark, smoky, filth covered alley; her heart pounding so hard that she felt as if it had crawled up into her throat. She could hear heavy footsteps behind her, and the sound spurred her legs to move faster. She turned a corner, and was nearly blinded by the lanterns hanging outside the tavern. She leaned her side against the wall, foolishly exposed to the dark, sinister alley. She began to breathe more calmly, closing her eyes in thanks. As she took a step towards the tavern, intending to have a small shot of whiskey to dull/calm her nerves, a strong, sweat and dirt covered arm wound itself around her waist, squeezing t
Listening to this song,
I dream of you.
I don't know who you are,
I don't even know if you exist.
But still, I dream of your face,
Your voice, your touch.
I wait for you to come.
I hope you won't take long.
Listening to this song,
My chest hurts.
I miss you
even though I've never seen you.
I miss your voice, soft in my ear,
Helping to erase my tears.
I miss your touch, gentle on my skin,
Taking away my pain.
I miss your face, so perfect to me,
So perfect, I can't breathe.
Listening to this song,
My breaths are short and quick.
I try to slow my breathing,
And then I feel you.
I try to calm my he
Gorgeous (49)
Hey there
Gorgeous.
Oh the way you
Gleam in the light,
It fills me
With this giddy
Feeling.
Can I touch you?
Can I use you?
To end the pain?
C'mon, gorgeous,
I need you!
Family (36)
My family,
Loves me,
Cherishes me,
Holds me,
Hugs me,
Knows me; yet
I stare at the cuts.
The cuts
They haven't seen.
The cuts
That show
How I feel.
My family,
Loves me,
Cherishes me,
Holds me,
Hugs me,
Doesn't know
Anything
About me.
Not Yet Dead
I breathe, but I can't smell
I can't feel, but the cuts are real
I hate, but I love you
Yes I'm alive,
Does it make you sad?
It makes me sad too.
But don't worry
Life must always end
For some it ends
All too quickly, but
For me, it seems
To take an eternity
And I apologize
For I am
Not yet dead.
Promised (76)
Promised nothing,
Ok, no cutting
But scratching, stabbing, killing
Never mentioned
See how dumb you are?
See how smart I am?
Promised nothing
Not breathing, not living, but dying
That sounds fine, easy, fun
Promised one thing:
No cutting
Jack-O-Lantern
Jack-o-lantern
Orange and bright
Emotions carved into you
Permanent screams
*Chorus:
pumpkin man's head
never stays too long
ax chopping faster and faster
pumpkin man's song
haunting melody
voices carry on, and on
jack-o-lantern
dead and rotting
seeds pitted long ago
silent protest, hidden
*chorus
jack-o-lantern
orange and bright
snatched from your patch
family seeds
*chorus
Current Residence: earth Favourite genre of music: pretty much anything Favourite style of art: Pencil Sketches MP3 player of choice: ipod classic (it can hold SO MUCH music!!) Favourite cartoon character: vincent valentine ( I wish I could run my hands through his hair...ahh) Personal Quote: “Happiness is a place between too little and too much.” – Anonymous
Favourite Visual Artist
too many
Favourite Movies
...um the new Sherlock Holmes movie, oh and the Lord of the Rings(especially Return of the King)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Currently...Fleetwood Mac, Three Days Grace...finally I listened to the Beatles and fell in LOVE!!!
Hello all,
I'm so sorry I haven't even been on DA in soooooo long. So to make up for it I added...I think three new things, so hopefully you'll like them!
Hope everything is going well for everyone!
I was just looking at my old work (I know I do this A LOT) and I've had enough of trying to stay all moody and down. So enough!!! I might still post some of my old work if I like it, but no more with the "Oh, I'm so sad I just want to cut myself, blah blah!" I know how it feels to be drowing in all the emotional crap, and now no more!!! My life could suck so much more, so I'm gonna appreciate what I have and I'm going to ENJOY life both the good and the bad!
Ok, now that I've made a confusing rant, (not that anyone even reads these things) I'm gonna try and keep my promise of stopping the downer, whiny crap!
Thanks for listening
Hey,
I'm listenting to "To write love on her arms" and wow, didn't think old feelings could come back so quickly or so strongly. I mean I'm supposed to be all calm and not crazy- hormones, but apparently not. Just gotta breathe and not doing anything dumb, just breathe!
Thanks for listenting to the ramblings!
p.s. is it sad that I miss all of it, it almost made me feel...alive, awake? now I'm going too dramatic!