Paper. Pencil. Words... where are the words!? Any words! ...one word? Start with a letter.. A. Abhorrence. Because that's all I feel. Towards what? The paper? Subsequently marred, yet stubbornly blank. The pencil? Useless scrawls lacking eloquence. Dare I say it? No... I look to the mirror, greeted only by a mocking reflection. Not what.... Who.
I am alone. And here, I will stay.
time is endless and nonexistent. Years seem to pass in simple surreal moments as the bright sun and glowing moon and shining stars flash across the skies. Life and death dance in their timeless struggle as numb fingers knead the cool soil. Calm breaths breath in the scent of dirt fresh after a summer shower. Unaware of the poking and prodding and shaking from the outside world, I mend. Ignorant and blissfully unaware of love and hate, life and death, night and day, I ment.
No More.
Slowly, I become aware. Not of the disturbances of the outside, but the simple stirring from within. A twist here. A turn the
Death wondered, as he often did, how the girl had managed to climb the four story oak that grew in the back yard. The first 10 feet had no branches, and the circumference of the trunk was two times the girls wingspan. She was sitting as high as the branches of the tree allowed, and had curled up between two branches and the trunk of the tree. Death Sighed as the wind blew her hair out of her face and revealed the peaceful look on her face.
"You're Pathetic..." A whispery breath said. Death spun around with a snarl and grabbed Seth by the throat.
"I told you to wait for me by the bridge." Death squeezed slightly and grinned before releasin
The millions of thoughts racing endlessly through my head are quickly downed out by the sound of blood pounding in my ears. But this, too, will not last. Silence fends off the feeble beating of my dying heart and the weight of it brings me, gasping, to my knees. Coughs of rejection rack my quivering frame and my lungs cry out, begging for air, as I try and fight off three simple words. Vision fades to shades and hues as the startling realizations plays again and again in my now fragmented thoughts, and shattered mind.
I am alone.
As the thought sinks in, I lay down. it's not worth it anymore. Not fighting. Not love. Not hope. Nothing. The f
Tears streak down your cheeks, mixing with filth and mud, leaving tracks of pale ivory, shadows of what once was. Body shivering, shaking, shuddering as you fight to overcome the images that assault you. Violently, tauntingly, they flutter through your broken mind. Bloodied, bruised fingers stretch, probing the ground before you. Reaching out to the illusions, the shattered pieces of the past, as it haunts you. You cry out, but the wind tears the sound from you. scattering the weak mutterings of agony, and consuming grief, stealing it from you before you can even utter them. Whimpering, begging for one. Just one more. One more touch. One more
life sucks. It gives you happiness, just to tear it away, leaving you cold. empty, and shattered. Lying on the ground, useless, as convulsions of pain rack your body and screams rip your throat apart, and you mind whirls, taking you back to that time when you were happy. When everything was as it should have been. Where you loved, and were loved back. But sometimes, there is no happy beginning, and you're stuck, glued to the dirt and filth, forced to re-live the horrors of the past, the present, and surely the future. and it never ends. It just cycles, again and again, shoving the memories in your face, until your begging. Begging for it all
Paper. Pencil. Words... where are the words!? Any words! ...one word? Start with a letter.. A. Abhorrence. Because that's all I feel. Towards what? The paper? Subsequently marred, yet stubbornly blank. The pencil? Useless scrawls lacking eloquence. Dare I say it? No... I look to the mirror, greeted only by a mocking reflection. Not what.... Who.
I am alone. And here, I will stay.
time is endless and nonexistent. Years seem to pass in simple surreal moments as the bright sun and glowing moon and shining stars flash across the skies. Life and death dance in their timeless struggle as numb fingers knead the cool soil. Calm breaths breath in the scent of dirt fresh after a summer shower. Unaware of the poking and prodding and shaking from the outside world, I mend. Ignorant and blissfully unaware of love and hate, life and death, night and day, I ment.
No More.
Slowly, I become aware. Not of the disturbances of the outside, but the simple stirring from within. A twist here. A turn the
Death wondered, as he often did, how the girl had managed to climb the four story oak that grew in the back yard. The first 10 feet had no branches, and the circumference of the trunk was two times the girls wingspan. She was sitting as high as the branches of the tree allowed, and had curled up between two branches and the trunk of the tree. Death Sighed as the wind blew her hair out of her face and revealed the peaceful look on her face.
"You're Pathetic..." A whispery breath said. Death spun around with a snarl and grabbed Seth by the throat.
"I told you to wait for me by the bridge." Death squeezed slightly and grinned before releasin
The millions of thoughts racing endlessly through my head are quickly downed out by the sound of blood pounding in my ears. But this, too, will not last. Silence fends off the feeble beating of my dying heart and the weight of it brings me, gasping, to my knees. Coughs of rejection rack my quivering frame and my lungs cry out, begging for air, as I try and fight off three simple words. Vision fades to shades and hues as the startling realizations plays again and again in my now fragmented thoughts, and shattered mind.
I am alone.
As the thought sinks in, I lay down. it's not worth it anymore. Not fighting. Not love. Not hope. Nothing. The f
Tears streak down your cheeks, mixing with filth and mud, leaving tracks of pale ivory, shadows of what once was. Body shivering, shaking, shuddering as you fight to overcome the images that assault you. Violently, tauntingly, they flutter through your broken mind. Bloodied, bruised fingers stretch, probing the ground before you. Reaching out to the illusions, the shattered pieces of the past, as it haunts you. You cry out, but the wind tears the sound from you. scattering the weak mutterings of agony, and consuming grief, stealing it from you before you can even utter them. Whimpering, begging for one. Just one more. One more touch. One more
life sucks. It gives you happiness, just to tear it away, leaving you cold. empty, and shattered. Lying on the ground, useless, as convulsions of pain rack your body and screams rip your throat apart, and you mind whirls, taking you back to that time when you were happy. When everything was as it should have been. Where you loved, and were loved back. But sometimes, there is no happy beginning, and you're stuck, glued to the dirt and filth, forced to re-live the horrors of the past, the present, and surely the future. and it never ends. It just cycles, again and again, shoving the memories in your face, until your begging. Begging for it all
slowly beats a heart in the still of the night
fueled by a fear that has devoured the light
last in line for a dream seeping blight
infesting the veins of a boy in flight
a sky dark with words said in vain
to lessen a hole filling up with rain
falling from eyes holding so much pain
staring through you, into your stain
would you lift his chin and match his gaze
wipe away the tears that drown his maze
pierce the skies for his soul's true blaze
to dry out the rain, and clear the haze
That girl you see
all alone
innocent eyes
and a saddened glow
innocence outside
evil within
her eyes are stained
with death's sin
she cant decide
which way to go
if she turns her back
her face will show
E is for Excellent accelling so far
M is for magnificent know that you are
I is for intelligent your is is a treasure
L is for loving beyond any measure"
Y is for young the whole world ahead
Min Min your a special freind
words cant really comprehend
The distnace isnt all that far
To see how you bright you really are
When i tried to penn this verse"
No matter how much i rehhearsed
It doesnt match up to what your worth
so this is a stopgap poem XD
There is no time left that I want to borrow.
I’m cutting my veins to prevent tomorrow.
Cuts so wide and long that they will need stitches
Crossing rivers of blood like tiny bridges.
I go from morning to midnight
In seven seconds.
I thought that when
Someone broke you,
The pieces stayed inside;
That the shattered bits remained
Lodged
In the halls between your ribs
The crawlspace
Between your heart and your chest.
But I've learned that,
Often,
The fragments are expelled--
That they escape
Through cracked windows.
Brushed off
Like bittersweet dust
From our bones.
Take me with you.
The edges of the page were curled
Yellowed with age, not quite unfurled
Scribbles of ink in neat little rows
Perched on its surface like a flock of dark crows
Secrets on it were written long ago
A tattered feather pen weaving to and fro
Creating a tapestry of wisdom and age
Pulled together by the eccentricities of a sage
The codex of a single man
On a page of aged white and tan
Left by fate for generations after
To ponder the works of a truly great master
Then a wind picked it up and blew it away
Sending it above the ocean cold and grey
Out of reach of human hands
To play in the weather's fickle moods and bands
A drop of water touched the
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN by World-Weary-Angel, literature
Literature
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
You left Yesterday
Guess things didnt go your way
Though i know your in a better place
It hurts to know I'll never see your face
Again
Say do you remeber when
Im sure you do...
Its just , Oh god, Im really gonna miss you
But I'll keep on living, I'll survive
I will keep your memory Alive
Gone But not Forgotten
Just you wait and see
Watch from up in heaven
I'll make you proud of me
Gone but not Forgotten
This i know is true
We may be apart for now
But I'll Always love you
Gone But not Forgotten....
This was never a we
This was as nothing as could be
I was happy
At last, at least i believed
Again again, i am swept to the sea
Again again, i bleed i bleed
I sing i sing, for you for you
I hoped i hoped, too soon too soon
Self harm
On my arms.
In plain sight
Causing fright.
On my hips
My ankles, rips.
Skin is torn
And blood is born.
Ripe red,
Shock me dead.
Blooming shades
Of my bad days.
Shades of grey
Or did I say
Red as wine,
This pain of mine.
My hand is throbbing,
The pain not stopping.
Swollen skin is tight.
Pink surrounds the white.
Shining sores,
Not much gore.
But certainly hurting
After the burning.
Fire licked my hands.
No one will understand.
But they won't need to see.
Invisible to all but me.
It hurts, it hurts.
But not burning is worse.
Cutting could kill me,
Though I like to bleed.
My hand is cringing
Because of the singeing.
And I know it is wrong
But the pain makes me strong.
umz. Hey. My name is Emily, though I prefer to be called Minnie, and my screen name for just about everything is Argethaina. (Arget for short) I Draw, I write poems and stories and stuff. Funny thing, I dont remember having written some of them, though Im told by friends and family I sat for an hour working on a particular piece completely ignoring the world around me. So yeah, I have to memorize some of my own artwork.
I have a huge love of reading and writing, I love to sing and dance and have a good time. Besides reading, Quading, jet skiing and dirt biking are my favorite past times. Im always willing to lend a helping hand or an ear to listen to your troubles. Any secrets are not a problem, they are safe with me. ^.^
In regards to my artworks, If you want to use it for any purposes at all whatsoever Ask my permission first. If I discover my artwork being used elsewhere without my permission... well, I think we are going to have an issue. 'o.O
This is awesome.
http://thebroodinghen.blogspot.com/2010/06/tiny-bow-arrow.html
And I will be making and painting several! Why? Greek mythology creative response project. It. Will. Be. EPIC!!!
On a less awesome note, Im not going to prom. I refuse to settle for a dress I dont like (The one I had picked out, I picked out a month and a half ago, but I went to get it, and it was all sold, and they had no more.), the car (Now with two broken windows) that I went to every other dance in (Instead of a Limo, which was in place of a Lotus GT. Which I dont mind the settling for the limo so much.), and settling for not going with my best of friends.
Wow. I just about had a full-on, hard-core panic attack. I thought someone had eaten my honey barbecue chicken wings. rofl XD
So, I lost my voice and I sound like a dying cow. Its kinda funny. I cant yell. Every time I try? I squeak. haha.
So, im like, single and everything. Broke up with the boyfriend. I pondered on it for two days. Turns out, he was going to break up with me sooner or later anyways. According to the perpetually happy guy, I think too much. Which, I only do if you like, non-stop happy. rofl XD. There were days when I wanted to wrap my fingers around his neck and beat his head against the wall until the light faded out of
So..I went on mystery seeker...and it gave me meh mission. Which happens to be to 'Find a girl with a name that starts with R. Give her a hug, then yell, "CACTUSES EAT PIE DAILY!" And run away.'
Challenge accepted!!!
I can totally see me already. In all black cloths, all boss like a ninja and stuff, and asking people their names... haha XD Wish I could see the look on their faces as I run away XD Oh, im so excite!d!! Cant wait! lolz :D :D
So, on to other things. I'm working on some new stuff, and I have two new stuffs to post, and the next project on my list is to work on Part three of "Trust me". I think I'll keep all the parts separate u