If love is so precious,
then why does it kill,
if blood is so sacred,
then why does it spill,
If truth is what were taught,
how did we learn to lie,
if life is so special,
them why do we die?
As I lie awake,
looking into the night sky,
the moon is staring back,
with its one glowing eye,
the man on the moon is daring me to try,
staring me down with his one glowing eye,
daring me to live as I'm trying to die
Daring me to move and daring me to try.
The world is at war, outside my bedroom door,
the guns and tanks ready, to settle the final score,
the battle drums are rolling and pulling me,
throwing me into the ocean, before I learned to swim.
I'm not a squeamish person,
I'm not afraid of much,
I'm sorry if i cant tell apart,
when your touch becomes a punch.
Tell me that you hate me,
Tell me that you care,
Say you'll never leave me,
even though your never there.
Tell me not to be afraid,
of the things that come in the dark,
give me hope in what i could never believe,
and then rip my world apart.
Tell me to look more happy,
until i feel nothing at all,
raise me until I'm 10 feet higher,
and then let go and watch me fall.
Now we have reached this point,
we both lie here in defeat,
the path we once walked is Broken,
the future is incomplete.
You say we are all born innocent,
and yet we are all born coated in out own mothers blood,
the scared attachment they feel to these creatures,
is so easy to mistake for love
you were the only exception
i was the monster you made
blood sweat and tears, along with intoxicating fears,
was a price you never paid
My eyes were pulled from another mans skull,
my teeth were made from iron nails,
my flesh cross-stitched together like one huge human blanket,
do all monsters start out this frail?
I have no mother who's blood i can steel,
no life flows through my cold veins,
your cynical mind, has rendered me blind,
to feel nothing but eternal pain
Have
As i lie down with the dead tonight,
please don't make me remember,
you can love me unconditionally,
but you can not love me forever.
Cold dead limbs stretch across my throat,
one of the few things i enjoyed,
as blood ice is pumped into my veins,
my mind falls backwards into an empty void.
Please don't make me remember,
because there are conditions to even your love,
your words may sound true and full of sincerity,
but there as bitter and shallow as a cold empty glove.
I lie in a bed made of stones and mud,
as the earth intertwines with the gashes in my arms,
that will teach me, for falling so weak,
into the trap that is disguised as death
The season that i love, is tearing me apart,
as ice rips into my flesh, and the fresh blood pours,
the queen of ice dances circles around the lake,
leaving ice trodden footprints forgotten in her wake.
Do you see me as i stand there waiting,
as the ice goddess rises from the dead earths waking,
how do you thrive off this decaying earths end,
why do you laugh as if you can pretend?
though this earth is turning, to the naked eye it feels still,
how do we continuously turn, without once feeling ill?
how can you smile at the race which is slowly killing your child,
how can you approach their own children and keep your temperament so mild.
you pun
I listen to the narcissist,
as she communicates with her muse,
I listen to the raster,
as he stands there singing his blues,
I listen to the wise man,
as he sits and tell his tails,
I stand upon this empty cliff,
and watch the last ship sail.
I will stand beside a rabbi,
as he tries to steal my pain,
I will stand before the homeless,
with nothing more to gain,
because those who have nothing left,
have no more fear of loosing,
the don't live the life that others want,
they live the life their choosing.
I could carry just this pocket watch,
that's swinging from my pocket,
i could carry this broken family portrait,
and keep it in a locket,
but a
I look past
I look ththat is you,
I dont care who you are,
I dont know what you do.
You look past,
you dont see,
the stranger that is me,
you dont care who i am,
you dont knbow were iv been.
I know this but it dosent effect me,
you understand this but it dosent effect you,
we just continue down are paths which by the other go unseen.
I look past,
i look through,
bacause i kow unless i do,
ill sease to know who i am,
ill sease to know where iv been.
Sat on my lap was a bouwl, and in that bouwl sat a red clumoy liquid, at least thats how it looked in the dark.
"I suggest you eat that if you want to survive through the night."
they had done thre job well in disguising the liquid, making it look like soup, they even added a spoon for effect. As i raised the liquid filled spoon to my mouth, i help my breath in an attempt to mask the smell, however my senses were almost at thier peak. As the liquid touched my toung, the iron taste filled my mouth like a kick to the gut.
i felt a temporary need to spit it out, but as the taste attacked my tastebudz, my mind became frenzed as the warm textur
contradictions subtleties by Yuri-fan-23, literature
Literature
contradictions subtleties
If i knew thats where id find you,
I would start by looking here,
If all you wanted was me to see you,
I would close my eyes for a year,
If you wanted me to listen,
I would hide my ears from you,
If the possibilities were endless,
then start with the ones that are true.
The road of contradiction is long,
and one we would always avoid,
the good the bad and the uglythe memories are all distroyed,
you walked that road without me, and satyed there for a year,
I didnt know how to find you,
so i stayed looking for you here
It would be great to find you,
after a year of being lost,
It would be great to see you,
But i know that comes
If i could hear it,
it would make things easier,
staring at a blank text,
dosnt make it any clearer,
staring at some words on a screen,
won't make it appear anymore true,
there is only one way i can belive it,
and that is coming from you.
This sudden devide,
may be hard to explain,
like craks in a mirror,
it will always remain,
the break in this friendship,
will always be true,
but i won't belive it,
untill i here it from you.
You say we are all born innocent,
and yet we are all born coated in out own mothers blood,
the scared attachment they feel to these creatures,
is so easy to mistake for love
you were the only exception
i was the monster you made
blood sweat and tears, along with intoxicating fears,
was a price you never paid
My eyes were pulled from another mans skull,
my teeth were made from iron nails,
my flesh cross-stitched together like one huge human blanket,
do all monsters start out this frail?
I have no mother who's blood i can steel,
no life flows through my cold veins,
your cynical mind, has rendered me blind,
to feel nothing but eternal pain
Have
As i lie down with the dead tonight,
please don't make me remember,
you can love me unconditionally,
but you can not love me forever.
Cold dead limbs stretch across my throat,
one of the few things i enjoyed,
as blood ice is pumped into my veins,
my mind falls backwards into an empty void.
Please don't make me remember,
because there are conditions to even your love,
your words may sound true and full of sincerity,
but there as bitter and shallow as a cold empty glove.
I lie in a bed made of stones and mud,
as the earth intertwines with the gashes in my arms,
that will teach me, for falling so weak,
into the trap that is disguised as death
The season that i love, is tearing me apart,
as ice rips into my flesh, and the fresh blood pours,
the queen of ice dances circles around the lake,
leaving ice trodden footprints forgotten in her wake.
Do you see me as i stand there waiting,
as the ice goddess rises from the dead earths waking,
how do you thrive off this decaying earths end,
why do you laugh as if you can pretend?
though this earth is turning, to the naked eye it feels still,
how do we continuously turn, without once feeling ill?
how can you smile at the race which is slowly killing your child,
how can you approach their own children and keep your temperament so mild.
you pun
I listen to the narcissist,
as she communicates with her muse,
I listen to the raster,
as he stands there singing his blues,
I listen to the wise man,
as he sits and tell his tails,
I stand upon this empty cliff,
and watch the last ship sail.
I will stand beside a rabbi,
as he tries to steal my pain,
I will stand before the homeless,
with nothing more to gain,
because those who have nothing left,
have no more fear of loosing,
the don't live the life that others want,
they live the life their choosing.
I could carry just this pocket watch,
that's swinging from my pocket,
i could carry this broken family portrait,
and keep it in a locket,
but a
I look past
I look ththat is you,
I dont care who you are,
I dont know what you do.
You look past,
you dont see,
the stranger that is me,
you dont care who i am,
you dont knbow were iv been.
I know this but it dosent effect me,
you understand this but it dosent effect you,
we just continue down are paths which by the other go unseen.
I look past,
i look through,
bacause i kow unless i do,
ill sease to know who i am,
ill sease to know where iv been.
Sat on my lap was a bouwl, and in that bouwl sat a red clumoy liquid, at least thats how it looked in the dark.
"I suggest you eat that if you want to survive through the night."
they had done thre job well in disguising the liquid, making it look like soup, they even added a spoon for effect. As i raised the liquid filled spoon to my mouth, i help my breath in an attempt to mask the smell, however my senses were almost at thier peak. As the liquid touched my toung, the iron taste filled my mouth like a kick to the gut.
i felt a temporary need to spit it out, but as the taste attacked my tastebudz, my mind became frenzed as the warm textur
contradictions subtleties by Yuri-fan-23, literature
Literature
contradictions subtleties
If i knew thats where id find you,
I would start by looking here,
If all you wanted was me to see you,
I would close my eyes for a year,
If you wanted me to listen,
I would hide my ears from you,
If the possibilities were endless,
then start with the ones that are true.
The road of contradiction is long,
and one we would always avoid,
the good the bad and the uglythe memories are all distroyed,
you walked that road without me, and satyed there for a year,
I didnt know how to find you,
so i stayed looking for you here
It would be great to find you,
after a year of being lost,
It would be great to see you,
But i know that comes
If i could hear it,
it would make things easier,
staring at a blank text,
dosnt make it any clearer,
staring at some words on a screen,
won't make it appear anymore true,
there is only one way i can belive it,
and that is coming from you.
This sudden devide,
may be hard to explain,
like craks in a mirror,
it will always remain,
the break in this friendship,
will always be true,
but i won't belive it,
untill i here it from you.
The sun shines,
my happiness shows,
the clouds divide,
my spirit glows.
The birds sing,
and call to me,
my mind is peaceful,
happy and free.
the soft breeze,
blows on my face,
the sun dances,
with warmth and grace.
The tree leves shine,
nd i can see,
the beauty of nature,
in everything surrounding me.
I remember,
that winter the winds were to strong for the ladybirds to fly. they crawled across the ground istead. there brigh red floresent shells luminous against the grey stony pavement and blinding against the blur rain air.
I remember,
it didnt take place untill a few years after we had first found out about her. I could smell her fear as she ran away from home, obliviouse to the watching eyes that sorrounded her. I saw her running closer and loser to the lake, not stopping as se grew inreasingly close to the deadly winter waters.
I remember,
when i first opened my eyes to the new world around me, when i opened my eyes fr the second
I had a dream about you
I thought you should know.
I've been thinking of you
Not that you'd know.
A dream in the rain
Walking through shadows
Nightmarish pain
I saw you in a meadow.
In spite of myself
I sat at your side
Surprised by yourself
There I could stay.
Time passed slowly
With our whispered secrets
Tears fall quickly
With our unsaid shames
A love gone by
has breathed on me
and stole my breath
For it's you I see
A dream in the rain
Walking through shadows
Nightmarish pain
descends upon my meadow
The darkness seeped once more
from the lips I once touched with mine
From the eyes I endlessly care for
Beneath my
It's like wherever i go, whatever i see
Your always on my mind
It's like you'll never know how it feels to be this low
I should be able to feel free, to finally live life low key
But no. Your still always on my mind
No matter how hard things get, no matter how hard things will be
I like to think that somewhere you are thinking of me
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
Psychological Anesthesia by The-Asphalt-City, literature
Literature
Psychological Anesthesia
Probing the shade with blind intent, like a bat,
Inflections seem to rise,
My conscious never at a standstill
Voices of me from my youth commute
Demoralizing they are in and around my mind
While that stimulus to fight heightens
As that sliver of grace develops within
So I may fight this distinguished sound
With peace in
My infatuated self, whom has grown into an entity
He waits for me at the long hallway in my dreams
Beckons me forward into a nightmarish existence
Rummaging through for valor
Within this violaceous heart of character
The once commended fabric of heaven's immaculate royalty
Lacerated agape frequently by its keepe
Warm sea salt and ocean's brine
Lifts dull spirits that contently reside
In the souls of broken pride
Rocking boats and clean white sails
Follow night's star's golden glares
To a place far, far away
Where grown youth can come to play
In one's faithful, soulful journey-
Now on the sea, there is no more yearning
We ourselves, mix into our own reality
As lone, but grateful submarines
Sinking low and diving deeper
Into a sea of equal dreamers
Towards the sea and ocean's way
Where there is no law to say
That this is what we do today
That this is what we have to face
In this sea of possibilities
Where the mind and body travel ligh
Current Residence: Reading Favourite genre of music: metal Favourite style of art: scenery MP3 player of choice: One that plays music and i dont lose Shell of choice: sae Wallpaper of choice: green Skin of choice: blue Favourite cartoon character: PLUTO! Personal Quote: Sketchy!
Favourite Movies
Practical magic
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
within temptation or raine yang
Favourite Writers
alice hoffman
Favourite Games
W.O.W
Tools of the Trade
Axe
Other Interests
manga, anime, reading, writing, korean dramas, theres something else i know it . . .hmm . . .
Hey,
tomorrow untill friday im gong to do star macker which is singing dancing and acting for a week and then a proformance on friday its from 9 till for so we have to learn this miniture roformance in 5 days it is gonna be exhausting worse yet they film rehersals and the show and put it on UTUBE!! im going to die.
wish me luck, i will need it.
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1. I often cry in my sleep.
2. Latly my eyes keep waering.
3. I dont sleep . . .Much.
4. Iv been writing poetry and stories for as far back as i can remember and its the one thing i have stuck to.
5. reading and writing poetry are my way of escaing life.
6. my best memory's are being alone and waking up in the middle of then night when everyhing is quiet.
7. When i was younger i often
Ookay, this time last year just efore new years i wrote a book called standing in the rain, i now am part way through the second book running in the moon and i need to finish it by new years.
so wish me luck!
Cya again, Peaches xox