Re Submit What he does. by guttergirl11, literature
Literature
Re Submit What he does.
He preaches,
Points and morals I no longer cling to.
He prays,
For people he loves and those in need.
He worships,
A God who failed me.
He cares,
As much as he can handle.
He tries,
To help me, guide me, tell me what's right.
He doesn't know,
I'm fighting a battle and losing.
He writes,
Things I don't want to read anymore.
He preaches,
Points I no longer cling to.
He speaks,
Words I've heard too many times.
He prays,
To a God who failed me.
He has cried,
For me and many others.
He tries,
To save me.
He doesn't know,
I'm a lost cause and won't be for long.
My mind as a child had a playful imagination,
dreaming of endless places and unreal things.
Wishing, longing for them to be real.
Now I see a much more complex dream
awake in the world I live in,
right in front of my eyes.
It lives,
Doing things, without motive.
Going places, lacking reason.
Adapting to whatever seems right.
I interact with it,
being confused with the emotion it envokes.
I can hear it, touch it, love it,
I read it like a book.
But I can never make him real.
There is no real him.
Just an illusion...
He created as himself.
Words don't bring you back,
I know because I've written
and screamed all of them.
Countless wishes on all the stars
don't bring you back,
I know because I've been wishing
since the day you left.
A million tears don't bring you back,
I know because I've cried...
Ooh how I've cried.
Glue you back together. by guttergirl11, literature
Literature
Glue you back together.
I was never one to pick up anything broken and glue it together again.
Cutting my hands through the painful process.
I would Lie to myself saying that the mended whole was as good as new.
I would have rather remembered it as it was at its best
than see it fixed with all of its cracks and flaws.
But the broken fragments of you... In my mind.
I'd gladly mulch my hands, scarring them for life
carefully placing all the pieces back where they were
and gaze at it in a trance forever and a day.
Really, What happened? by guttergirl11, literature
Literature
Really, What happened?
What happened to all those good times?
Swinging on the swings?
Slide tag?
The hours on the phone, talking about nothing.
The countless, sleepless sleepovers.
Shopping for the clothes I grew out of.
All those memories made,
the ones that lost their color and life.
The ones I wish I never had.
This box under the bed,
the one that mocks me.
The one I wish I could bring myself to burn.
"Move on."
I can't.
I'm living the same day,
over and over.
Like a song on repeat.
All those songs about you.
Being like the days with you
The moments made...
Mindless, meaningless ones.
The unknow feelings, I wonder about.
The unwanted ones, I feel.
That moment in time,
replaying in my head.
That page I wrote in pen,
the one I can't erase.
Stop, the rain keeps falling
no one seems to care.
They move on, walking the path
fate has set for them.
Stop, what about what I want?
I want to know what's going to happen.
Please, I want to see the obsicles in my way.
Stop, I can't breath I know who's the one,
I've always known despite what I've said
to everyone including myself.
Stop, what about that hate?
In the back of my mind,
I know it can't last forever.
Somehow I've always believed that
even now.
Stop, whoever that was is gone now,
not missing me.
Stop, whatever she was is gone forever
to somewhere I can't see.
Stop, these tears they keep falling.
Stop, the v
WINDOW
Through this window
I see the world
without me,
content with how
it is.
I look at all the
people, the helpless
and the lame.
All this passes by me.
I strain just to get a
glimpse of my reflection
on the windowpane.
I know I would never
fit in that world I
don't even want to.
I would rather look
through the window
hiding in my pain.
I'm through with this
I've chosen my path
I want the end
Of this sympathy bath
I've heard all about
My horrible life
I'm through with it
I can't be your wife
I don't need your tears
To care for my scars
My silence will erase
The moon with the stars
I seriously want
You all to forget
What I have said
And will always regret
Don't tell me it gets better
I've heard it before
The story is done
You won't hear more
Lolita
Sweet dreamer take a kiss
White roses with bloody tips
Hugged to your hips
Wrap yourself in coil
Lather and soak
Slither and stab
Circles in your eyes
She hides her feelings behind
Black lace and red lipstick
Clothed in a maiden of innocence
White roses cradled in her arms
Lover with a fatal heart
Took a leftover and created something new
Heartache for treasure
It isn't funny anymore
Lolita disaster
Sleep with a cross at your chest
Scare away the monsters you hate
Beautiful creature
With a misunderstood heart
Childish ego
Nobody ever knew
Her name was Lolita
She touched with white roses
Hiding her feelings behi
It's been so long since I've seen your smile.
So long since i've watched your lips form words,
Since I've been lost in your eyes,
Since your voice I've heard.
It's been so long sicne I've held you close.
So long since I've felt your soft lips on mine,
Since I've breathed your breath,
Been such a long time.
Know you're missed, that my heart does cry.
That you mean so much, my soul starts to die.
I know you think of me, as I do you.
I know you love me; I love you too.
I hope it's not so long 'til I see your smile.
Not so long 'til I hold you close, your lips on mine.
Until I stare and get lost in your eyes,
until alone toget
From the Moonlight dancing on the sea
To the forests that whisper silently
To the meadows bathed in golden light
And the wolfs that howl in the moon lit night
To rivers that flow with silent power
To the simple grace of a blooming flower
To waves that crash on perfect shores
And pure white clouds where eagles soar
To sunsets that dance upon the sky
To twinkling stars that dance on high
To the golden sun that lights the day
To the silver moon that brightens your way
Theses things are gifts to all mankind
No greatest gift will you ever find
And if you learn one thing from me
Take your time to appreciate the beauty you see
Insomnia, I prevent those from seeing,
The details of the world that make it worth living.
Insomnia, distracting them from the world,
Like the haze of worry that wanders their minds.
Insomnia, I keep the dreamers from their dreaming
And their broken hearts from mending.
Insomnia, lingering under their beds,
Waiting for them to lay their heads down.
They don't I'm waiting,
And that I'll never let them rest.
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Well haven't been here in a while so here I am.
Ooh and I'm not really going to use this as a "journal" or blog... I have a livejournal.
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Just let me know somehow and I'll add you to my friends list so you can read it.
~nikki
Want to see my real journal... Well not my real, real journal... But still I update it almost everyday... Even when it's boring and I've done nothing.
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hey,
yeah i did have you on my other dev art before. i got rid of that one a long time ago, how are you doing? thank you for the comments i havent looked at your stuff in a while, i think ill go look around your gallery thanks again