rampant static fills my head
anger turns my vision red
deafening silence burns my ears
my eyes are wet with unshed tears
memories of you haunt me still
I wish you'd leave if you've had your fill
of my pain and sorrow, tears and blood
Drowning me in a rising flood
My will to fight is nearly gone
and I wonder if I'll see the dawn.
Nostalgia
When you wake up from the dreams you cherish
dreams that remind you
that find you
that bind you
to an all-encompassing love that you wish you
hadn't screwed up
hadn't broken up
hadn't choked up
when the time came to say the words that you owe
to a memory lost in selfishness
lost in depression
lost in fear
that the only way I'll see you
... is in my Nostalgia.
Waiting.
Waiting for a second,
a minute,
an hour.
Waiting for a look.
an expression,
a glower.
Waiting for a change,
a revolution,
a power.
Waiting for a hope,
an inspiration,
that's ours.
Waiting for a second,
a minute,
an hour.
Waiting...
Waiting.
One and One equals... One? by The-Writing-Writer, literature
Literature
One and One equals... One?
People who think themselves wise
would say that one and one equals two
but when I look into those hazel eyes
I see that one and one equals me and you
and together, we still are one.
You took my walls down
brick
by
brick
with your words of love
and understanding,
and left them in neat piles
at my feet.
And instead of forcing your way in,
you waited for me to step out.
You took my broken heart
piece
by
piece
and with your gentle gestures
and guidance,
you put it back together.
And instead of breaking it again,
you let it flourish inside me.
You took my low self-esteem
thought
by
thought
and with your compliments
and praise,
you gave me confidence.
And instead of tearing it back down
you continue to assure me.
And now, I'm going to keep you
as safe as you make me feel.
You have given me ever
Door
Touches teaching
hesitantly reaching
fingers intertwined
hearts re-aligned
beating like thunder
falling asunder
thoughts are rushed
sound is hushed
It all falls away
In an affectionate display
of astounding affection
through a divine connection
and I wonder if I tried
an honest effort bona fide
if I could open this door.
In the darkness of my mind,
my fantasies align,
and for the first time, it is just you and me.
You bowed in greeting,
and although my hope was fleeting,
I bowed, your greeting I returned.
We talked for a while,
and soon I was in denial,
For I tried to stifle my yawns.
Like a father strong and kind,
you soothed my troubled mind,
and carried me off to a sweet and peaceful slumber.
I knew I would not wake,
for it was my LIFE you did take,
as I slept in your gentle embrace.
Like a dear friend, you watched over,
my soul a restless rover,
bound to death on earth.
You took my life away,
and surely I did pay,
For your name is DE
In the darkness of my mind,
my fantasies align,
and for the first time, it is just you and me.
You bowed in greeting,
and although my hope was fleeting,
I bowed, your greeting I returned.
We talked for a while,
and soon I was in denial,
For I tried to stifle my yawns.
Like a father strong and kind,
you soothed my troubled mind,
and carried me off to a sweet and peaceful slumber.
I knew I would not wake,
for it was my LIFE you did take,
as I slept in your gentle embrace.
Like a dear friend, you watched over,
my soul a restless rover,
bound to death on earth.
You took my life away,
and surely I did pay,
For your name is DE
Door
Touches teaching
hesitantly reaching
fingers intertwined
hearts re-aligned
beating like thunder
falling asunder
thoughts are rushed
sound is hushed
It all falls away
In an affectionate display
of astounding affection
through a divine connection
and I wonder if I tried
an honest effort bona fide
if I could open this door.
You took my walls down
brick
by
brick
with your words of love
and understanding,
and left them in neat piles
at my feet.
And instead of forcing your way in,
you waited for me to step out.
You took my broken heart
piece
by
piece
and with your gentle gestures
and guidance,
you put it back together.
And instead of breaking it again,
you let it flourish inside me.
You took my low self-esteem
thought
by
thought
and with your compliments
and praise,
you gave me confidence.
And instead of tearing it back down
you continue to assure me.
And now, I'm going to keep you
as safe as you make me feel.
You have given me ever
One and One equals... One? by The-Writing-Writer, literature
Literature
One and One equals... One?
People who think themselves wise
would say that one and one equals two
but when I look into those hazel eyes
I see that one and one equals me and you
and together, we still are one.
Waiting.
Waiting for a second,
a minute,
an hour.
Waiting for a look.
an expression,
a glower.
Waiting for a change,
a revolution,
a power.
Waiting for a hope,
an inspiration,
that's ours.
Waiting for a second,
a minute,
an hour.
Waiting...
Waiting.
Nostalgia
When you wake up from the dreams you cherish
dreams that remind you
that find you
that bind you
to an all-encompassing love that you wish you
hadn't screwed up
hadn't broken up
hadn't choked up
when the time came to say the words that you owe
to a memory lost in selfishness
lost in depression
lost in fear
that the only way I'll see you
... is in my Nostalgia.
rampant static fills my head
anger turns my vision red
deafening silence burns my ears
my eyes are wet with unshed tears
memories of you haunt me still
I wish you'd leave if you've had your fill
of my pain and sorrow, tears and blood
Drowning me in a rising flood
My will to fight is nearly gone
and I wonder if I'll see the dawn.
Love to touch it,
Love to feel it,
Got to, ought to make it mine.
Want to hold it,
Need to have it,
See the pretty way it shines.
Silver, gold and
Precious gemstones . . .
Watch them glitter, glint and glow.
Paper money,
Plastic, credit . . .
Bills and debts that grow and grow.
Collars, bracelets,
Diamond rings . . .
How's a girl supposed to choose?
Valuables,
Expensive gifts . . .
I need them all, I can't refuse!
Watch it sparkle,
Watch it glimmer,
See the happiness it brings?
So I'm shallow,
I accept it,
Just so long as I've got things.
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Honestly, I've been wanting to read the books for a while now, so I picked them up the other day after seeing the movie. I'm not saying the movie was like... OMFGAWESOME. It was actually rather sub-par in terms of the quality of the acting and such. However, the story piqued my interests and urged me to finally buy the books I had wanted to read for a good few months now. What can I say, I'm lazy.
SO anyway, I purchased the books, and after two days of near non-stop reading, I have blown through 3 1/2 of the 4 books with all the eagerness a reader has when devouring a good book the first time you read it. No, the books are not perfect. Yes,
This is going to be used for the sole purpose of if I happen to write something or... -shudder- ... draw, something, I'll put it up. At this point I'm not going to be all like "AMG I MUST SUBMIT SOMETHING *TWITCH TWITCH*". If I happen to somehow brainfart out something productive, you'll see it. Isn't that just lovely?
thanks for the print request! I'm sorry to say that I cant make it a print. Someone else designed the base so I cant make any money off of it. But it was super flattering for you to request it! Tell ya what, if you want I'll be happy to make a doll especially for you. Just drop me a note as to what you want and I'll whip it up!