The truth, they say, is what sets you free
Subtract the truth, and there's only a lie
Wolf in sheep's clothing, ready to snatch up Little Red
Leave no evidence she ever existed
And she'll be the damsel in distress
Waiting for her beloved knight
Waiting forever in her tower of deception
Waiting for redemption
But what if the damsel is beyond hope?
What if the the wolf holding her hostage is only
in
her
head?
No knight in white armor can save her from a
descent
into madness.
She's merely damaged goods.
The parasite inside her, built from her lies, is slowly draining
Simply doesn't want to share-
Waking Up//With These New Eyes
I'm just noticing the sky
Its bright blue blanket
& the way marshmallow clouds ghost & drift across
& at night the stars shine as though it's for me.
I'm just noticing the air
Crisp & clean
So full of life
& I can't get enough.
I'm just noticing the colors
So bright it makes me want to cry
Far too real, far too harsh
But beautiful all the same.
I'm just noticing love of a different kind
& the way it steals my breath away
Only to replace it with something more real
& more addictive than the strongest drug.
I'm just noticng that what I always wanted
But could never have
Was right there all along
The weather had been cold. That much I remember. It was freezing, really, as it often is in the dead of winter. And, of all the days to forget your keys and be locked outside your house, that one day had been the day. So, needless to say, I'd been pretty damn grateful when a young boy, about my age, approached me on my porch with a cup of hot chocolate.
"Hello there," he said quietly, his voice dark and a bit too knowing for a boy of nine.
"Hi." I looked up at him, a small frown on my face. He had no accent, which I had found odd. Maybe he was just a tourist or something-though of course, what he and his family could possibly be looking for
Comatose
My mouth is drawn
My eyes are empty
A rose sits in my half-dead hand
A memory is all that's left of what I used to be
The thought that love can outlast death--
So infantile, so innocent
But, My Love, need I remind you,
Nothing here is permanent?
The lights go out, the seasons change,
Death alters us in some strange ways
These empty thoughts, they roam the night,
Longing for a reason
Trees shed their leaves,
the tulips die,
It's all part of the season
But I'm still here!
Do you not see me,
Clinging to Oblivion?
And when you dream, do you not feel me
Granting you some peace of mind?
I may be ill, but I'm not gone
The truth, they say, is what sets you free
Subtract the truth, and there's only a lie
Wolf in sheep's clothing, ready to snatch up Little Red
Leave no evidence she ever existed
And she'll be the damsel in distress
Waiting for her beloved knight
Waiting forever in her tower of deception
Waiting for redemption
But what if the damsel is beyond hope?
What if the the wolf holding her hostage is only
in
her
head?
No knight in white armor can save her from a
descent
into madness.
She's merely damaged goods.
The parasite inside her, built from her lies, is slowly draining
Simply doesn't want to share-
Waking Up//With These New Eyes
I'm just noticing the sky
Its bright blue blanket
& the way marshmallow clouds ghost & drift across
& at night the stars shine as though it's for me.
I'm just noticing the air
Crisp & clean
So full of life
& I can't get enough.
I'm just noticing the colors
So bright it makes me want to cry
Far too real, far too harsh
But beautiful all the same.
I'm just noticing love of a different kind
& the way it steals my breath away
Only to replace it with something more real
& more addictive than the strongest drug.
I'm just noticng that what I always wanted
But could never have
Was right there all along
The weather had been cold. That much I remember. It was freezing, really, as it often is in the dead of winter. And, of all the days to forget your keys and be locked outside your house, that one day had been the day. So, needless to say, I'd been pretty damn grateful when a young boy, about my age, approached me on my porch with a cup of hot chocolate.
"Hello there," he said quietly, his voice dark and a bit too knowing for a boy of nine.
"Hi." I looked up at him, a small frown on my face. He had no accent, which I had found odd. Maybe he was just a tourist or something-though of course, what he and his family could possibly be looking for
Comatose
My mouth is drawn
My eyes are empty
A rose sits in my half-dead hand
A memory is all that's left of what I used to be
The thought that love can outlast death--
So infantile, so innocent
But, My Love, need I remind you,
Nothing here is permanent?
The lights go out, the seasons change,
Death alters us in some strange ways
These empty thoughts, they roam the night,
Longing for a reason
Trees shed their leaves,
the tulips die,
It's all part of the season
But I'm still here!
Do you not see me,
Clinging to Oblivion?
And when you dream, do you not feel me
Granting you some peace of mind?
I may be ill, but I'm not gone
a marriage of emptiness.
you don't know
how much i miss you.
left to a world
without logic -
let me hear you,
i love you,
i hate this.
sincerity was a virtue
but my words are
contraceptives.
i meant what i said and
i'm tired of writing.
i guess it doesn't
mean a thing.
still
there's no
sign
of you.
after all the things i've rejected,
i still hold out for your beauty.
the headspeace i've encountered,
the people i've witnessed,
came too close to desperation
it's all still a spiral
and it always comes back to you.
everything i've ruined and everything i've made.
it doesn't mean a thing.
Jesus never gave me
the comfort that you did.
She says she doesn't know how to feel anymore
Everything she loves, leaves her before she gets comfortable
Days are harder than the nights because everyone sees her
And they don't see the artist inside, they see the girl they walk upon
If only she had a little bit of something that made her feel alright
She says she's been thinking about jumping off that building to the right
It ain't the highest buliding, but she knows it'll get the job done
Life's kind of fuzzy when everythings out of place
But no one takes the time to understand her, nobody can stand her
If only she had a piece of whatever makes everything feel better
And she can
what do you
get for
the guy who
deserves
nothing?
im a simple man
with simple needs,
and a dastardly plan
to do dreadful deeds.
hit the timpani, kids,
and lets
light this fucker!
God vs. the infinite
im perpetually torn
and question my beliefs
daily -
maybe God
is
the infinite
or vice-versa.
maybe nothing -
maybe everything -
more likely, unlikely.
most likely, definite.
a series of writings
as they run though
and are written -
thoughts, no purpose,
no message,
an ongoing
collection of
strings of words
disconnected ideas
dreams
and the immortal
undying
thought.
822.
Current Residence: .... Don't look in your closet. Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative MP3 player of choice: 3rd Generstion iPod Nano. Zune's look cool, too. Skin of choice: My own. o_e Odd question to ask. Favourite cartoon character: Deidara, Hidan, Itachi, and Tobi. =3 Personal Quote: *insert witty quote here*
Favourite Visual Artist
Uh, dunno?
Favourite Movies
V for Vendetta
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Muse. Muse, Muse, Muse...
Favourite Writers
Phillip Pullman, Vivian VanDraanen, and Christopher Paolini
So I finally made a new account, because... Well, for obvious reasons. Or perhaps not so obvious. I hated my username, and really most of the art here is shit that I did in like eighth grade. You don't want to see that. So my new account is ~vampirewithahangover (https://www.deviantart.com/vampirewithahangover) . ;D
also, hello ilovechibi123 i love you. and RETURN MIRANDA'S GODDAMN BOOKS KTHX.
teehee.
If you had any in the first place, that is. If not, then you're thinking the right way here. I just figured I need to get things cleared up for both myself and for everyone else. Though of course, why I'd ever tell people here rather than real life all this stuff I've not a clue. But anyway.
I feel that people expect way too much of me. But really, I'm just not a smart person. I'm not a deep thinker, I'm not some kind of genius, and I suck at geometry. Those few things that I am intelligent about, especially opinions, I tend to dumb myself down about when I'm talking about it to other people. I'm completely incapable of holding a serious con
Rule #1: If you open this you take it.
Rule #2: You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks.
Rule #3: Be completely honest.
Answer: True or False
Q: Kissed someone on your friends list? F
Q: Been arrested? F
Q: Do you like someone? T
Q: Held a snake? T
Q: Been suspended from school? F
Q: Sang karaoke? T
Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do? T
Q: Laughed until you started crying? T
Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue? T
Q: Kissed in the rain? F
Q: Sang in the shower? T
Q: Sat on a roof top? F
Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? F
Q: Broken a bone? T
Q: Shaved y