I never thought I'd be here again,
Standing among the pain and sorrow,
A one of two thousand,
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NoNo you can’t do that!
No you can’t have that!
No we can’t afford that!
No that’s not healthy for you!
No you can’t stay up that late!
No you need to loose at least five more pounds!
No that college won’t accept your lazy self!
No that’s not perfect!
No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!
No you can’t make a living from writing!
No you can’t do what you dream!
No, no, no, no, NO!
I’m so tired of ‘No’!
Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.
Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.
Yes you can be the perfect person I want.
Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.
Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.
Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.
Is that what it w
Forget YouI just want to forget.
Forget your face,
Forget your smile,
But I know I can’t,
Because forgetting you,
Would be forgetting a part of me.
My Hand Against the GlassI became so lost along the way,
Walking through corridors forgotten now,
As I stepped into the room with the looking glass.
The shine and shimmer of the glass,
Made me smile at long last,
And inside was a girl smiling back at me.
Stepping up close,
She did the same till we were nose to nose,
Only separated by the pane of glass.
She was short and boring and all together together,
But sad at the same time,
If what her sorrowful brown eyes told me was true.
I laid my hand against hers,
So cold it was,
No warmth coming from the glass.
One of Those DaysIt's just one of those days,
You want to turn back the clock,
Take it back to a time
Of happiness and joy.
It's just one of those days,
You feel so lost.
Abandoned to fall off the path you know,
With no one there to catch you.
It's just one of those days,
You wish you knew what to say,
To stop the tears,
And bring comfort to the broken hearted.
It's just one of those days,
Filled with sorrow and regret,
With words left unsaid,
And of never getting the chance to say goodbye.
It's just one of those days,
You can only sit down and just cry.
MonstersWhen I was little I was scared of the dark. Scared is actually putting it mildly. I was petrified beyond all belief of the dark.
I always wanted a night light on and the door firmly closed. I'd ask my mom three times to check under my bed for monsters and four for my closet (there was more space for something to hide in there).
Nothing was ever there though. At least that my mom could see.
No creepy monster that would bite off your toes if they dangled off the bed, no masked villain waiting to sweep into my room from the depths of my messy closet or even a man with fiery eyes and a beard as black as ink to creak open my door.
"There is no such thing as monsters." My sister would say when I complained the next morning of opening my eyes and seeing them standing over my bed, reaching out towards me. "You're such a baby."
I remember scoffing and yelling at her, saying that it had happened, that they weren't just the dark playing tricks on me.
Now that I'm older, I understand what the dark
Sorella...I can’t understand how you feel.
I didn’t know him like you did,
For as long as you did.
I barely knew him at all.
But I do know you.
I know you are going to be strong,
You’ll try hiding your tears at school,
Sneaking texts to me under your desk,
Until we get on the phone after school,
Then you will finally be able to cry.
So be strong until then sorella,
Know I’m always here,
Just a text away,
And I don’t plan on going anywhere.
Price of FreedomHe was not
The hero she wanted
The champion she desired
He was, however,
The savior she needed
He offered his hand and
She accepted it
She followed him through
Rivers of blood
She detested this city
Her cage and prison
She held no love
For it or it's people
But when she finally escaped
She turned to face it once more
She saw the city ablaze and
Towers of corpses rose to the sky
She then wondered
Was her freedom worth it?
I wantI want you out of my head.
I want your voice out of ears.
I want your scent out my nose.
I want you out of my view.
I want my good memories of you gone.
I want my bad memories of you gone.
I want my name out of your mouth.
I want your name out of my mouth.
I want my dreams to be free of you.
I want my thoughts to be free too.
I want my conversations to be done with you.
I want my stress level to go down too.
I want people to stop bringing you up.
I want you to stop glazing at me.
I want you to stop looking handsome.
I want you to stop being mean.
I want you to be less heartless.
I want you to be more ideologic.
I want your sarcasm to end.
I want you to open up more.
I want you to get away from me.
I want to stop acting a fool.
I want us to stop being so similar.
I want us to stop being sad.
The thing I want most of all,
is to stop feeling these feelings for you.
No matter how hard I want these things,
and the thing I want most of all,
I know that they all sadly won't come true.
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
Ten Reasons Why...1. When you couldn’t sleep the night before because you were too busy thinking about her, but you don’t even mind.
2. When you can’t find your car keys to leave his house and he says, “Well, sweetheart, I guess you’re stuck with me.”
3. When you get in a fight with her but can’t stay mad ‘cause she’s just too damn cute.
4. When he kisses you on the forehead and you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.
5. When you’re holding hands with her and your friends are around, laughing at you—but it doesn’t matter anymore because, hell, you’re in love!
6. When you watch him tickle his little sister and think how he’d make a great father one day.
7. When you wish you could wake up every morning beside her and realize you’re already there.
8. When he smiles at the world with a cute, cocky grin like he knows as long as you’re together, nothing else matters, and you can’
Not Relationship MaterialDreading what tomorrow might bring;
Unearthing the past is far from wise,
Causing the fickle dam to wear away -
How many times must I repeat this?
Evading my true feelings for so long now,
Sacks of shame breaks my tired back, the
Sensation of tears are hot against my cheeks.
Relationships are alien to me, I have no
Understanding of what a man truly wants.
So I ponder until numbness begins to sets in,
Hurting myself emotionally again and again.
Happy LifeHappy Life
In Their Confusion
In The Night
Have You Ever
Felt The Light?
In The Night
Did You Ever
Give A Fight?
Ready To Kill
We Didn't Find
Hospitalization.Doused in the paste of a cerulean sky.
Toes, moist butt-ends of cigarettes...
Blade swiftly sliced between shoulder-blades.
A pill stuck in the crevice of the throat.
Dank water, washed down!
A day more, a day less...
Tic-toc, goes the never-ending clock to your next meal.
dried of it's purpose,
dried of it's contents,
dried at the
The hunger gnawing, the TV numbing, the eyes watering.
The prickle of tear drops bitting down your raw cheeks.
The emptiness of a hollowed stomach, caving in.
The static of the TV's bite, with relish.
I just wanna go home.
Can I go home?
Please let me go home!
Just one more day, baby girl, and you'll see!
You'll be out in the bright sunlight!
Wipe those tears and give me a sweet, sweet smile.
Tomorrow will soon come.
Maybe or NotIf I read one more
Thing about love.
I'm just going to
Walk over and be lonely.
Cause yep, that's my life.
But love is confusing.
Relationships are confusing.
Everything is generally confusing.
But you know that's how it is.
There's liking and then loving.
Both of which
Are very different.
There's always wondering
What they think of you
If they think of you as often
As you think of them.
Do they notice the small things
And how you can't help but notice
The small things about them.
And then you're just lost
Because you can't find
One thing you love most about them
Because you love everything.
If you're that in love,
You'll feel different.
You'll know it.
Sometimes they end,
And you're broken.
But it's unavoidable.
And we move on.
Love isn't always where,
We expect it to be.
What is a Life?It begins with something simple.
So small I can't even imagine it.
First words that fall out of the mouth,
Little steps, milestones along the way.
Without even noticing it,
We've made a lot of them.
Made friends, lost them.
Changed, stayed the same.
Certainly a lot of things
We hope to be proud of.
Life is too short
To have regrets anyway.
Something we do
Flies away in the wind,
To somewhere else.
Maybe where it can have an effect.
Things that we'll never
Know of but will always yearn to know.
Such is the life of a mortal,
Whose existence may seem insignificant.
But changes things all the same.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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