I hear them talk about you
Joining into the banter to survey
What they gossip about you
And, consequently, me
That's what your infamous for
Your undying obsession with a guilt-ridden girl
Who has never loved you
Not like you claim you do her
She sympathizes with you and your hurt
Because she remembers the feeling
Hazy yet burned on her mind
Ever since it happened long ago
She sees you and knows how to make you tick
I mention my boyfriend
You cry, and they laugh
Can you not see the absurdity of it?
It's time, I think, to man-up
She's a soft soul who cares about opinion, emotion, and life
It's time to man-up
Realize what wil
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
Don't rain down on me
Don't bring my emotions into reality
Don't bring down rain and let the world see
That I'm sad, so sad, as sad as can be
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
It's been four days without her here
I know, oh I know, what's been made clear
She left me alone without a thought so mere
That she'd ever return and be my dear
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
How I'm sad all alone
I call her each night only to hear a busy tone
Oh she's left me for him. She's left me; it's known
I guess, one more time, it appears I've been shown
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
Please, just walk away
For I know, even y
I wear my story on my shirt
Brilliant red like a bloodstain
For all to notice
That there's something different
About how I feel and how I act
Not wrong, but different
I carry my memories like a torch
Shining bright for the world to see
That I've been through it all
Over and back again
And yet, simultaneously, nothing
Compared to some
I tell my mind like it were a song
Eloquent and quiet with all the right words
To make them comprehend
What I'm thinking and what I want
Where I'm going and where I've been
And where I'll never go back
I drag along my pain like a fifty pound weight
Always attached to my ankle
As a nagging reminder
That I've f
Meet Me In Tomorrow by indigotakesawalk, literature
Literature
Meet Me In Tomorrow
We waste the time of today
With thoughts of tomorrow
And what we might become or lose
I sleep in late, wake up on the floor
My head pounding and my stomach churning
With faint memories of a dream about you
"Meet me under the rainbow
A place of no actuality
Meet me in tomorrow
Where 'we' can finally be."
At school, there is no hope
Of mutual expressions towards each other
Because we are who we are, and we hate who we aren't
I doze off in history, wake all alone
Teacher angry and classroom near empty
A nagging thought of what you said as I watch you leave
"Meet me under the rainbow
Only two thousand miles past the old oak tre
Black Forrester 3:30pm by indigotakesawalk, literature
Literature
Black Forrester 3:30pm
I do not regret it
Even the parts I knew were wrong
As I did them
I do not regret it
From the kiss to the
Simple words of longing
I do not regret it
Though I'd change some things
If I could
I do not regret it
Because we're both human
And humans mess up
I do not regret it
Even though apples now make me sad
And Elvis is only a reminder
I do not regret it
Despite the pain I feel now
And how I wouldn't be feeling it otherwise
I do not regret it
If something new happens
Or nothing ever does
I will not regret it
It's noon on Saturday
You show up at his house, mind set
"I need to talk to you."
He nods and let's you push past him
You don't sit like usual, but stand at attention
He sits on the couch with a sigh
"What is it?"
You begin
"This'll probably make you cringe
But I still like you
I miss you more than anyone else
I can't stand it."
He closes his eyes, and you wince
He can't love you
He doesn't have the time
"Oh, honey," he whispers
"What?"
You stomp your food
Impatient and angry with him
Dying to know his response
A hint of a smile crosses his lips
"I thought you'd never say it
I thought we were done
But I'm thrilled we a
Late on Sunday evening
I pull out my phone and text him
Because I'm blunt and scary
I ask him outright
"Do you still like me?"
He says no like I expected
And asks me why I wanted to know
Because I'm blunt and scary, I explain
And it's okay
I know now
I'm no longer held under
"What if"
I'll have to change some things
And I really just wanna make-out
To not feel bad
So let's mess stuff up
But it's all good between us
We're friends, yes, we're friends
And I'll talk to him whenever
That is if he responds
I am a survivor
Persevering until the very end
Waiting for heaven,
How far's heaven, Lord, heaven?
The woods swallow me in
Encapsulating me in the world
Knowing I won't make it out
Now like I am now
Moving, just moving, towards heaven
Lord, I'm not strong
I keep moving, a forever survivor
Fighting until I die
Until I make heaven, sweet heaven
And reap my reward
Because I've been doing this a long time
Holding on until I break
Til I snap and fall out of this world
Straight to You, Lord, to heaven
Holding out, hanging on, sitting tight
To make heaven,
I need heaven, Lord, heaven
The sweet promise of heaven.
Sloppy gulp after sloppy gulp
We pass the bottle of Schnapps
Sour Apple to be technical
I glug, I slurp, I drink it dry
Falling over onto whoever is next to me
Giggle because I'm funny drunk
I can't act, talk, stand, sing
Okay, I can sing pretty good still
And I do when we do karaoke
The boys catch me as I fall off stage
Their hands linger and I don't notice
Either that or I don't care
Probably the latter
I'm not so drunk yet I don't notice
More Schnapps is pressed into my hand
I thought I already drained the bottle
Another one? I take this as a challenge
And I pour it down one mouthful after another
Until it's done and m
I hear them talk about you
Joining into the banter to survey
What they gossip about you
And, consequently, me
That's what your infamous for
Your undying obsession with a guilt-ridden girl
Who has never loved you
Not like you claim you do her
She sympathizes with you and your hurt
Because she remembers the feeling
Hazy yet burned on her mind
Ever since it happened long ago
She sees you and knows how to make you tick
I mention my boyfriend
You cry, and they laugh
Can you not see the absurdity of it?
It's time, I think, to man-up
She's a soft soul who cares about opinion, emotion, and life
It's time to man-up
Realize what wil
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
Don't rain down on me
Don't bring my emotions into reality
Don't bring down rain and let the world see
That I'm sad, so sad, as sad as can be
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
It's been four days without her here
I know, oh I know, what's been made clear
She left me alone without a thought so mere
That she'd ever return and be my dear
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
How I'm sad all alone
I call her each night only to hear a busy tone
Oh she's left me for him. She's left me; it's known
I guess, one more time, it appears I've been shown
Mother Nature, Mother Nature
Please, just walk away
For I know, even y
I wear my story on my shirt
Brilliant red like a bloodstain
For all to notice
That there's something different
About how I feel and how I act
Not wrong, but different
I carry my memories like a torch
Shining bright for the world to see
That I've been through it all
Over and back again
And yet, simultaneously, nothing
Compared to some
I tell my mind like it were a song
Eloquent and quiet with all the right words
To make them comprehend
What I'm thinking and what I want
Where I'm going and where I've been
And where I'll never go back
I drag along my pain like a fifty pound weight
Always attached to my ankle
As a nagging reminder
That I've f
Meet Me In Tomorrow by indigotakesawalk, literature
Literature
Meet Me In Tomorrow
We waste the time of today
With thoughts of tomorrow
And what we might become or lose
I sleep in late, wake up on the floor
My head pounding and my stomach churning
With faint memories of a dream about you
"Meet me under the rainbow
A place of no actuality
Meet me in tomorrow
Where 'we' can finally be."
At school, there is no hope
Of mutual expressions towards each other
Because we are who we are, and we hate who we aren't
I doze off in history, wake all alone
Teacher angry and classroom near empty
A nagging thought of what you said as I watch you leave
"Meet me under the rainbow
Only two thousand miles past the old oak tre
Black Forrester 3:30pm by indigotakesawalk, literature
Literature
Black Forrester 3:30pm
I do not regret it
Even the parts I knew were wrong
As I did them
I do not regret it
From the kiss to the
Simple words of longing
I do not regret it
Though I'd change some things
If I could
I do not regret it
Because we're both human
And humans mess up
I do not regret it
Even though apples now make me sad
And Elvis is only a reminder
I do not regret it
Despite the pain I feel now
And how I wouldn't be feeling it otherwise
I do not regret it
If something new happens
Or nothing ever does
I will not regret it
It's noon on Saturday
You show up at his house, mind set
"I need to talk to you."
He nods and let's you push past him
You don't sit like usual, but stand at attention
He sits on the couch with a sigh
"What is it?"
You begin
"This'll probably make you cringe
But I still like you
I miss you more than anyone else
I can't stand it."
He closes his eyes, and you wince
He can't love you
He doesn't have the time
"Oh, honey," he whispers
"What?"
You stomp your food
Impatient and angry with him
Dying to know his response
A hint of a smile crosses his lips
"I thought you'd never say it
I thought we were done
But I'm thrilled we a
Late on Sunday evening
I pull out my phone and text him
Because I'm blunt and scary
I ask him outright
"Do you still like me?"
He says no like I expected
And asks me why I wanted to know
Because I'm blunt and scary, I explain
And it's okay
I know now
I'm no longer held under
"What if"
I'll have to change some things
And I really just wanna make-out
To not feel bad
So let's mess stuff up
But it's all good between us
We're friends, yes, we're friends
And I'll talk to him whenever
That is if he responds
I am a survivor
Persevering until the very end
Waiting for heaven,
How far's heaven, Lord, heaven?
The woods swallow me in
Encapsulating me in the world
Knowing I won't make it out
Now like I am now
Moving, just moving, towards heaven
Lord, I'm not strong
I keep moving, a forever survivor
Fighting until I die
Until I make heaven, sweet heaven
And reap my reward
Because I've been doing this a long time
Holding on until I break
Til I snap and fall out of this world
Straight to You, Lord, to heaven
Holding out, hanging on, sitting tight
To make heaven,
I need heaven, Lord, heaven
The sweet promise of heaven.
Sloppy gulp after sloppy gulp
We pass the bottle of Schnapps
Sour Apple to be technical
I glug, I slurp, I drink it dry
Falling over onto whoever is next to me
Giggle because I'm funny drunk
I can't act, talk, stand, sing
Okay, I can sing pretty good still
And I do when we do karaoke
The boys catch me as I fall off stage
Their hands linger and I don't notice
Either that or I don't care
Probably the latter
I'm not so drunk yet I don't notice
More Schnapps is pressed into my hand
I thought I already drained the bottle
Another one? I take this as a challenge
And I pour it down one mouthful after another
Until it's done and m
To Be Beautiful by inkstain-fingertips, literature
Literature
To Be Beautiful
Please,
[S h a t t e r] the harsh light: I can see every vein across my wrists.
But I can take away the pain.
I'll get myself some praying mantis legs,
Spindly and green, that
Crunch
Underfoot.
Then a stomach: small and strong.
Take my lifeblood,
Take my strength,
Take my fingertip identity.
I'll even let you take my heart if it means I'll weigh less,
And it was too much of a burden to begin with.
Leave me my bones.
The Halo
Samuel Emmett
Perfection,
I never thought it was a possibility,
Until I meat you,
An angel that was a sight to behold
I was standing in the rain,
Waiting for the bus,
I looked to my left,
And saw you running across the street,
I had never seen someone so bad at dodging traffic,
I asked if you were all right,
You gave me the response that everyone gives to that question
"I'm all right"
I asked if you were positive,
For I knew that that might not be the case for much longer,
The streets at night are lined with scum,
Like those of addicts,
Prostitutes,
Rapists,
Dealers,
Killers,
And souls lost to the world,
You
I'm getting so sick
So tired
Of everything
I can't stand it
The way you keep your emotions inside.
I can't do that.
I always let mine out.
I can't stand the way that you don't care.
Like you did before.
I can't help my broken heart to keep breaking apart, and falling the abyss of heartbreak.
I can't stand the way you just ignore me and what I do.
I try so hard to impress you.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough.
Like I'm not perfect enough for you.
Sometimes I feel like I'm getting too weak for this.
I can't do this anymore.
I feel like I should have never tried to do this.
I feel like I should have never even spoke to you i
Together at Last by Irrelephantlovesyou, literature
Literature
Together at Last
This isn't a love story.
It's a story about a lost boy and a troubled girl, who met each other on the path less taken. They tumbled into love and got all tangled up until the boy became troubled and the girl got lost. Their days consisted of fights, their nights of 1am apologies over cups of coffee.
This is still not a love story.
It's a story about a worn-out man and a broken woman, getting married on Friday the 13th. They honeymooned at a hotel in Mars, which was not a planet but a small town in Michigan. They would cloudgaze at night and starwatch during the day, all the while arguing over what the clouds formed or what the stars shaped
Nick, We're Nothing by Irrelephantlovesyou, literature
Literature
Nick, We're Nothing
Dear Nick,
I want to make beautiful things out of words. I want to know them, feel them, be them. I want to be made of adjectives like radiant, stunning, awesome. I want to be part of a plot greater than which we can understand.
I want to be so much more than I am, Nick.
So much more.
I had a feeling
That if we really tried
We could be
Friends
Again.
I had a feeling
That if we really wanted
We could be
In love
Again.
I had a feeling
That if we really worked
We could be
A team
Again.
But. Instead.
I sit.
In my car.
And watch you.
Get out of yours.
And come to school.
Because.
I can no longer.
Talk to you.
I had a feeling
That if I asked right
You'd tell me
Why
Again.
But you never really did before.
If I asked,
What would you say?
Would you tell me
Why?
And when?
And why not any more?
And
What changed?
Did I change?
Did you change?
What happened
To the way we used to be?
Secretly l
i want it
i can't help it
but to want it all
or die trying
i want to be up top
just scared it's lonely
up there
there used to be unique
notes in me, but i broke
those down
because no one wants
an oversensitive trait
and a thirst to OD
on truth
now i'm just another girl
with a queen bee attitude
and daddy issues
the real me hides under this
stupid little facade,
knowing full well that i'm
too soft for this bs
the shy girl, walking into
class, walmart clothing
and a full heart, naive
to the evil of love and
gold
but like everyone else,
i invited change so i could
stop hating the innocent face
staring back at me
he
I wear my story on my shirt
Brilliant red like a bloodstain
For all to notice
That there's something different
About how I feel and how I act
Not wrong, but different
I carry my memories like a torch
Shining bright for the world to see
That I've been through it all
Over and back again
And yet, simultaneously, nothing
Compared to some
I tell my mind like it were a song
Eloquent and quiet with all the right words
To make them comprehend
What I'm thinking and what I want
Where I'm going and where I've been
And where I'll never go back
I drag along my pain like a fifty pound weight
Always attached to my ankle
As a nagging reminder
That I've f
I'm a writer for the most part. I've written... a few novels and a few short stories, but I'm not going to post them. :P Instead I'll put some of my amateur photography, graphic art, word art, and poetry. Okay, the poetry isn't really amateur. Or at least not too much. Now I feel like I'm bragging. Aw gee.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: S-M Favourite genre of music: Indie Rock Favourite style of art: Anything with words in it! Favourite cartoon character: The Animaniacs Personal Quote: Really? Are you -- Seriously?
Favourite Visual Artist
Frida Kahlo
Favourite Movies
Dirty Dancing
Favourite Games
Don't Take It Personally, Babe, It Just Ain't Your Story
A. Am I single? No
B. bestfriend? Paige
C. Crush? Eduardo
D. Drink I just had? Sunny D
F. Favorite song? Home
G. Greatest memory? I have a lot...
H. Hometown? Bend OR
I. In love with? Eduardo
J. Jealous of? Kainui
K. Known the longest? ALyssa
L. Longest relationship? Eduardo
M. Middle name? Marie
N. Number of siblings? 1
O. One secret? I don't like sushi
P. Person I called last? Mama
Q. Question I'm always asked? When do you leave for Japan
R. Reason to smile? Everything
S. Someone you dislike? I dunno. Uriahs?
T. Time you woke up? 8:20
U. Under your bed? Boxes
V. Violent memory? Teacher stepping on my fingers
W. Worst
Thanks to Facebook for this. ‎
1: Are you ready for 200 questions? Sure. I'm bored
2: Was your last relationship a mistake? The one before the tone I'm in now? Yes.
3: Do you miss your last relationship? No
4: Who did you last say "i love you" to? Eduardo
5: Do you regret it? No. :)
6: Have you ever been depressed? Yupp
7: Are you a boy or girl? Girl! :D
8: Are you insecure? No. I'm very secure in myself
9: What is your relationship status? Taken.
10: How do you want to die? Quietly
11: What did you last eat? A COOKIE
12: Have you played any sports? Yes, almost all of them
13: Do you bite your nails? NOPE
14: When was y