She lives her life so jaded,
Hurt, lied to, crashed in a rush,
Her lips and eyes as cold as ice,
No longer easy to crush.
She lies within the chasm,
Along with her despair,
And dreams and wishes someone could
Take her out of there.
But lies and acts have deadened her,
Falsehood has taken all,
She finds her voice in tattered pieces,
Too soft to try to call.
For only one can help her up,
To find fresh air again,
For pretty words are nothing to her,
But promises made in vain.
And only one will see in her,
The beauty past the dark,
If he can find the contrast,
He'll know it to be stark.
And his eyes will melt the ice facade,
Who can I be but me?
Who else would I want to be?
If not for this vessel
What else?
Living through the ink that flows through the pages,
Endless reveries of daydream memories,
To overcast the outcast,
To live through another
Born from the ink and nothing more.
You can't find me in a book.
I won't be there
Smiling out of the page.
For the page is false.
Songs of people
Made of words with no substance
Are the reality I see,
They have become me.
For how can I be me
When the realities born of ink
Are the true visions that masquerade through my dreams?
Where have I gone?
Am I me?
Will I return?
From daydream memories
And My Thoughts Swirl by xRockerxPoetx, literature
Literature
And My Thoughts Swirl
There's got to be more to this,
There are so many people out there,
Something must keep them here,
Molded to the ground.
I can never think of anything,
When I sit down to write like this,
Emotions of the day escape me,
My thoughts in fluttering slips of poetry on tattered pages,
Burnt edges turning the words to ashes.
All of these lines,
Fragments of sights,
Visual contact,
It's so much more powerful than these words.
Scattered thoughts,
This is unclear,
But that's who I am,
With experience left to the imagination,
Things that have never happened to me,
Written down my arms,
You can't see it though,
Only me.
I came here f
This Is Your Perfection? by xRockerxPoetx, literature
Literature
This Is Your Perfection?
Cant you see her?
Her smile pervades the air,
Giving rhythm to the darkness,
And shes alone over there.
Her hair trembles with the wind,
Glass is dimmed in sunlight,
Her eyes are liquid portals,
And shes alone over there.
You see her every day,
The perfect girl,
Object to envy,
And shes alone over there.
Always alone,
Her smile,
One watt from perfection,
Is dimmed through the curtain of your words.
An object to envy,
Nothing more than this,
An empty shell of a girl,
You led her to the abyss.
Wounds leak,
With tears of burnt desire,
Alcoholic rivers,
Pain in rage.
These bars keep you,
Its a prison of honesty,
Painful, torturous,
Blunt honesty.
And no more can be said,
The truth lies in blurred vision,
You only ever said what was on your mind,
When you couldn't think through the haze.
I see now,
That you dont care,
Perhaps you never did.
I realize,
Im not worth your time,
Youre on your way,
To better things,
And I cant wait for you anymore.
I know now,
That you dont regret,
Making me something I hate,
Just another bleeding heart.
But you taught me something today,
You arent worth my sanity,
Time, effort wasted,
My final goodbye, its closure, love,
Youve knocked me down,
And Im done waiting for you to help me up.
Come back,
Listen to my voice,
Follow me,
As I lead your way through the abyss.
Don't listen to the shadows,
They aren't your friends,
Just follow me,
I swear I'll keep you safe.
Just come back now,
Wake up, dear one,
I promise I'll lead you right,
The soil is not your friend, return to me tonight.
Stop, please,
Just hit the switch,
Pause the scene,
The landscape I won't live without.
Just stop this turning,
Of my world,
I want to stay,
Here, where I'm safe.
Just pause the world,
Look deeper into this,
Don't let it go,
I love it here.
Feathery wings,
Save me...
Help me, please,
Can't you hear me?
What do I have to do?
Save me...
Help me, I'm losing it now,
Everything that mattered,
The demons have taken me,
Angels...
Where are you?
Why won't you...
Save me?
She lives her life so jaded,
Hurt, lied to, crashed in a rush,
Her lips and eyes as cold as ice,
No longer easy to crush.
She lies within the chasm,
Along with her despair,
And dreams and wishes someone could
Take her out of there.
But lies and acts have deadened her,
Falsehood has taken all,
She finds her voice in tattered pieces,
Too soft to try to call.
For only one can help her up,
To find fresh air again,
For pretty words are nothing to her,
But promises made in vain.
And only one will see in her,
The beauty past the dark,
If he can find the contrast,
He'll know it to be stark.
And his eyes will melt the ice facade,
Who can I be but me?
Who else would I want to be?
If not for this vessel
What else?
Living through the ink that flows through the pages,
Endless reveries of daydream memories,
To overcast the outcast,
To live through another
Born from the ink and nothing more.
You can't find me in a book.
I won't be there
Smiling out of the page.
For the page is false.
Songs of people
Made of words with no substance
Are the reality I see,
They have become me.
For how can I be me
When the realities born of ink
Are the true visions that masquerade through my dreams?
Where have I gone?
Am I me?
Will I return?
From daydream memories
This Is Your Perfection? by xRockerxPoetx, literature
Literature
This Is Your Perfection?
Cant you see her?
Her smile pervades the air,
Giving rhythm to the darkness,
And shes alone over there.
Her hair trembles with the wind,
Glass is dimmed in sunlight,
Her eyes are liquid portals,
And shes alone over there.
You see her every day,
The perfect girl,
Object to envy,
And shes alone over there.
Always alone,
Her smile,
One watt from perfection,
Is dimmed through the curtain of your words.
An object to envy,
Nothing more than this,
An empty shell of a girl,
You led her to the abyss.
Wounds leak,
With tears of burnt desire,
Alcoholic rivers,
Pain in rage.
These bars keep you,
Its a prison of honesty,
Painful, torturous,
Blunt honesty.
And no more can be said,
The truth lies in blurred vision,
You only ever said what was on your mind,
When you couldn't think through the haze.
I see now,
That you dont care,
Perhaps you never did.
I realize,
Im not worth your time,
Youre on your way,
To better things,
And I cant wait for you anymore.
I know now,
That you dont regret,
Making me something I hate,
Just another bleeding heart.
But you taught me something today,
You arent worth my sanity,
Time, effort wasted,
My final goodbye, its closure, love,
Youve knocked me down,
And Im done waiting for you to help me up.
Come back,
Listen to my voice,
Follow me,
As I lead your way through the abyss.
Don't listen to the shadows,
They aren't your friends,
Just follow me,
I swear I'll keep you safe.
Just come back now,
Wake up, dear one,
I promise I'll lead you right,
The soil is not your friend, return to me tonight.
Stop, please,
Just hit the switch,
Pause the scene,
The landscape I won't live without.
Just stop this turning,
Of my world,
I want to stay,
Here, where I'm safe.
Just pause the world,
Look deeper into this,
Don't let it go,
I love it here.
Feathery wings,
Save me...
Help me, please,
Can't you hear me?
What do I have to do?
Save me...
Help me, I'm losing it now,
Everything that mattered,
The demons have taken me,
Angels...
Where are you?
Why won't you...
Save me?
Open your arms, sweetheart,
Let me be your breath today,
Your heartbeat,
I'll keep you warm, safe,
...alive,
My promises will layer, destroy, your pain,
As I welcome you,
Forever home.
The smell of the house made my eyes water and burn. The crime scene lay before me like an all-too-real painting with red paint splattered everywhere, dotting the tiled floor. How I wished it were paint.
I backed up, tears soaking my cheeks.
We cant find any clues. An officer with inky black hair said bluntly. Emotionlessly. I longed to strike him, to force him to find evidence. But my fury was cut short by another shaking sob.
No my voice didnt sound like my own. Because I knew it was impossible.
Young lady, there were no survivors. A kinder voice came to me.
I merely nodded, to
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Heavy metal, punk, alternative Operating System: a little hamster on an exercise wheel. RUN SPARKY RUN! MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Shell of choice: Really pointy sea shells Wallpaper of choice: Anything with guitars or dark colors Personal Quote: Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?
Favourite Movies
Lion King, Sweeney Todd
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cinema Bizarre and Thousand Foot Krutch
Favourite Gaming Platform
DS
Tools of the Trade
clicky pens! XD (and my laptop)
Other Interests
Guitar, Music, Writing, Reading, Vampires and other random crap
Hey guys I'm so sorry I haven't been on. I've deleted all the journals up to January 17th, but I'm reading all the rest. If you want to update me with anything you can send me a note :) My semester is finally over. Straight A's ^^ Still feel like I wasted a ton of time but at least I got that. And I have 8 more deviations to read. I've gone through all the pics, drawings, stuff like that, but I still have all the poetry and stuff to go through. And amybe I can start deviations up again. It might take a little while. Thanks everyone and I'm sorry for neglecting my account. :hug:
Heyy guys! Did my title catch your eye? ;) Yeah, there's a story behind that. I'll get to it soon.
Ok, so I just read all 15 journals (except for quizzes). I only commented on one or two but I DID read them. ^^ And I still have 6 deviations to go through, but I'll do that another day.
Soooo I'm in CANADA! Yes, vacation. *waves my new mini Canada flag* I love it. Its so beautiful here and we are near Niagara Falls in Ontario. I HIGHLY recommend it if you can go. There's so much to do, the butterfly conservatory, the bird kingdom, the skylon tower, the falls (and various tours), and a ton more. Just awesome.
So we went on a tour today, which
Hey everyone. I know I've been inactive, in Febuary I should start to get back on track. School has overloaded me and I have two guys stalking (well, one stalking, one constantly talking about me) me. Not fun, since I don't like either guy. Its nothing serious, don't be alarmed. Its just frustrating. Onto school, this weekend alone I have 76 pages of Frankenstein to read, an essay to write, have to study for 2 tests, and work on a project. BUT onto the good news...
I TURN 17 TOMORROW!!!! THAT MEANS I TAKE MY ROAD TEST MONDAY!!!! ^^; Hehe, I'm excited. If I pass, I can drive to and from school. That'll be awesome. Going out with about 10 frie