[ i just wanted to make you something beautiful ]When someone enters your life - no matter how you end up feeling about them - they become part of you.[ i just wanted to make you something beautiful ]1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Whether it's their smile touching your lips
the breaths and hitches in their laugh
a melody that clambers or crawls through your mind
the beat of their hearts
the blur or clarity of their sight
the way their lips trail across your neck
the way they tell you they love you
It’s almost like a disease, a piece of their soul traveling on their breath and into your lungs. There, it becomes part of you. Even what you hate about them: how your father clears his throat after smoking a cigar or how an old friend would always quote bad movies. You can’t help but do it, too.
Because at least once in your life - whether for a moment or a lifetime - you loved them.
And love will break you down to your smallest piece and rebuild you up from there.
And you won’t realize that your sight has changed.
You won’t hear their voice on your tongue.
But it’ll always be there.
celestialdear lunar-hands,celestial1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
i read once that
skin replenishes itself
every twenty-seven days.
you lose your skin
waxing and waning.
and within that time,
i have touched that
skin. i have memorized
each crater and astral-burn,
and every rimulose along the
seams of your palm.
you never change-
you're many phases and faces,
but your skin is always
the same substance as
before. your structure is
wholesome. i believe that
inside you there is more than
phenomenon's and numina-
you inhabit more space,
you ellipse more than just
your hands have cradled
a myriad of things, and i've
watched you fade enough times
to tell you that man may scar you,
my inflict a cicatrix upon you while
planting their emblem into you,
that you may fade many times more,
that you may pull one-tide-too-many,
but you are more than skin and soul;
you are more than humanity, more than
dismantled's and incompletes.
more than unfathomable's and
you're more than hands.
The Mask Keep calm, breathe. No-one's noticed.The Mask7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
'Are you OK? You look worried.'
Shit. Never mind. If you're careful about it, you'll be fine.
'No, no. I'm fine. Just a bit tired, that's all.'
Was I OK? Please say she believes me.
'Alright. I was just worried about you.' And she wanders off down the corridor.
Phew. She's gone. She believed me.
The teacher is handing out worksheets. I flip mine over a few times, trying to make sense of the words on the page.
What the hell is this all about? I missed the last lesson; I've got no idea what we're doing. I can't understand Italian!
'Does everyone know what they're doing? Put your hand up if you don't.'
No. I can't put my hand up. She'll ask me what it is exactly and then I'll have to say it in front of the class and I can't do that. No. Your hand is staying down. Just please... let someone else put their hand up instead.
'No-one? You all understand?' She soun
Dear DA Admins, are you listening?Dear DA Admins…if you’re even listening to this.Dear DA Admins, are you listening?1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Are you all some men that get aroused when seeing the naked female body? Is that why you let nude/offensive pictures slip without a mature tag, and ignore your members when we attempt to flag an image for lacking the proper warning.
Honestly, you’re allowing people to sell their naked bodies on here? Is DA now porn hub, kreigslist? Girls can just take pictures of themselves and sell them now? Pathetic that’s all I can say. I thought this was supposed to be an art website, not a porn website. And you may look and say, “It’s not that bad” but sooner or later naked girls claiming to be “nude art”, are going to take over DA then it will turn into porn and then what? Will it even still be legal, will this site be shut down as well?
DA Admins, this is really for you because I feel that you just ignore the users that seek real art. We don’t like seeing nude women on the front page sel
Nowhere Left to RunListen well and hard, Little girl.Nowhere Left to Run1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
You can't cross this road alone,
It's dangerous to run off into a crowd.
You're ignorant of this cruel world.
You had a hand to hold onto,
But you slapped it away.
Her love notes meant nothing to you.
You never did what she told you to do.
Then you wonder why you're searching,
Searching for the right answers.
She knew everything you need to know,
But you treated her like a dreg.
Listen well and hard, stupid girl.
Grown and lost in the world.
Life is just madness without her.
Always running into forks in the road.
She knew the right path,
But you denied her, now she's gone.
Now you cry, Mother, Oh Mother...
Why didn't I listen to you?
How could I have been so cruel?
And you still cry, Mother, Oh Mother...
I am so confused...
How could I have been such a fool?
And you still wonder why...
You've been down all the brick roads...
There's nowhere left to run.
Your only resort is to let it go,
Let it all go and leave it all behind.
Learn your lesson and take
Walls Have TeethWalls have teeth. Walls are gluttonous creatures. They are the ones that cage me in a box with distorted faces. They think that I am perfect but I am not. They think that I hold answers to unsolved problems. But I do not. I’m just a fragile case of hollow bones. My body rots from within as the walls grind me up. The teeth are sharp and the pain is venomous flowing through my veins at exceedingly fast speeds. My body convulses and shakes. My binds are uncomfortably tight. I squirm and writhe. My voice crackles and fizzles as bubbles of spit leak from my mouth.Walls Have Teeth10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
“Patient Clyde? How are you feeling today?” I spit whatever saliva was left in my mouth and proceed to prop myself up by my elbows. I stare up at the padded ceiling and the teeth have retracted back in from where they had come from. My mind decides that it actually wants to respond to the conversation.
“No. No. I feel like Bonnie today. I’m not Clyde but I’m Bonnie. But as to how I feel …
Being Merry She was cold under her thick tapestry of hair (it looked on this day like she was a scarecrow whose head's fabric was fraying, straw poking through roughly).Being Merry1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"I'm not," the other girl admitted. Something tightened inside her; it was hot and wet and cracked like a mirror someone hadn't bothered to break all the way.
"Would you like me to stop coming here?" Not a question. A prediction.
"I would like it to not exist."
Icy, broken-glass farewells. She left first because her pride was still awake, even if it did hide in a pit-spider's trap under her insecurities in the base of her spine.
As she had expected, her vision began to shudder and the shaking knocked a ring off the shelf inside her. She started to replace it but the smell of scorched beef assaulted her, so she walked over and turned the heat down. Step. Step. Wrenched her sight back into place. Picked up the
Untitled I always hated standing beside the bed. It was a spot where every memory would flash back at me. Every smile, every laugh just throwing itself at me like a rockslide and I didn’t run away. Staring at the empty face, my brown eyes stung with rays of pain and sadness, as she lied down lifeless right in front of me. Those violent violet eyes looking up at us as she was there again, giving us the usual morning stare but there wasn’t a smile this time. Her almost white golden locks and strands of hair spread on the pillow, it was messy but still looked beautiful. Her face was unusually pale, white as the snow that fell in the cold harsh winter. Her hands were curled up into fists to beat Death until it was numb in a boxing match, but unfortunately, she lost. She won second place, however. Her prize was to lie down breathless, and let Death take his prize.Untitled1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I stood there, my hair pulled back into a messy tail, glasses off and wearing black.
always"it's permanent"always6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
i've learned to live with it
S p l i n t e r i n gYou'd like to punch me in the ribs right nowS p l i n t e r i n g2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
And i'd let you
But you'd still want to do it again later
So what's the point
i'd like to cry over all the pain you've caused right now
And you'd let me
But the tears never made it hurt any less
I Can't Do ItI can't do it.I Can't Do It3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
So, I won't.
I know that.
But I can't.
So, I won't.
I can't do it.
I can't come and get you. I can't turn vague plans into a real reconciliation. I can't look at your face and ask how you've been and trade anecdotes about warm weather like a pair of casual acquaintances. I can't feel your eyes on me and let my imagination run away with the pain I could be/am causing you. I can't walk on eggshells through an afternoon because I'm afraid to do or say anything that could make you sad/angry/happy/emotions of any kind.
I can't do it.
So, I won't.
I know that.
But I can't.
So, I won't.
I can't do it.
I can't pick up the phone and call you. I can't ask if you want to get together. I can't show you that piece and ask you what you think. I can't reminisce and laugh and have a panic attack in the parking lot of someplace downtown, wondering if I made some sort of terrible mistake. I can't leave my life like that. I can't listen to music and banter like the old
swiss gunfireBullets pass through holes in hearts.swiss gunfire6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Sounds of the city„Drip, drip, drip“Sounds of the city20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I mumble along, staring as the raindrops hit my window. It’s dark outside with no stars to be seen and yet it’s so bright. The streetlight in front of my window is shining its’ artificial light on the surroundings. It’s creating different shapes of shadows. They are crawling behind people’s backs following their every step. Lingering in each and every corner of this city.
A light crosses the sky and brings me back from my dark thoughts.
The water droplets on the glass increased in number. They are desperately clinging to the smooth surface only to lose the battle with gravity and fall. No, they are running. And as they do, they wash away the dirt and the filth brought there by the dirtied air. The city left its traces everywhere. Garbage on the streets, dirt particles covering every building. When the rain comes, it tries to undo what humanity had done even though it is bound to fail. It’s too much of a task for a few w
Chained To The WallChained to the wall once more, there's no fight left. Nothing to fight for. All that I was has now evaporated into the darkness and what remains is a diseased mind. Sick, bitter and wanting. Obsessing over all the wrong things and warping my sense of reality like a blacksmith molds a piece of iron into a great sword.Chained To The Wall1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Chained to the wall for the safety of those I love. If the clouds above become dark and the horizon is lost in the haze of the storm, I am coming. I am no man, I am beast. I am blood thirst. The guttural roar in the deep, pitch black. Chained to the wall once more.
Just Another Winter NightWhat is it about you that attracts me to you? Why are you the reason I get so jealous of every person of the female species? Why were you the one I fell in love with and not someone else? What made me fall out of almost-love with John and into love with you? Why were you the one I decided to get lost in? Why are you the one I fell in love with?Just Another Winter Night2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Questions raced through my mind as I laid in the bed in the pitch-black room. Staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out the answers. My phone dings more, repeatedly, with your messages from Kik, Skype and even just ordinary texts spam my phone screen, waiting for me in the morning.
I pick it up, look at what the screen says, it says something that only I could understand, entirely in German. Not good german, but it's understandable. I copy and paste it into google translate because I'm too lazy to translate it at 11 PM on a Monday night. I read what google translate says, albeit, blurry because my glasses are thrown somewhere on my night tabl
Dying insideI feel like I've finally walked into a tunnel, one that turned out to be a hole. And there's no way out. There's only cold and lonely darkness. No light reaches me anymore. It's so hard to breath. I cant feel anything but cold, sadness, and pain. Everything I once enjoyed in life no longer brings me joy. I've lost all sense of who I am. I'm screaming for help, for I fear myself above all, but there's no one for me to scream to.Dying inside4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
When I was younger, I accepted the idea I would probably be alone without a problem. Now I see how that IS a problem. What's the point of doing something you love when there's no one to share it with? No one is there to love me because there is nothing special about me. In fact, I may not have been me for 10 years now, and there's no way to go back to it. And this is hard, especially knowing that I was convinced and found myself putting my entire world into the thoughts on a person like me who I was told felt the same about me. It has become where I love even hi
Absolutely PerfectWho do you become when the simple truths of who you were are lost? Who do you become when the friends you had are washed away by riptide time? Who do you become when strangers lashed you with confounding comments? Who do you become when you feel out of sync with everyone else? Who do you become when your parents shove you out of the nest, with all the best intentions?Absolutely Perfect4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I have become a person who tries to be Absolutely Perfect.
What happens when you struggle? When you fail?
I procrastinate when I struggle. I let fret and worry eat me away. I panic mid action, forgetting how to breath. When I fail I lash myself mentally with my cat-o-nine tails. I slowly, mentally, strip the skin off my body, beat myself black and blue, grate myself to confetti, or choke myself. I do the only violent things that will never show a bruise or cut upon my physical body. There are days when I don't want to leave the perfection-less dreams I go to.
Will you get help?
I am getting help. I wi
Do We Belong ?you asked me onceDo We Belong ?7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
why i "liked you"
and i replied,
ever so graciously,
with that stupid grin of mine,
"sweetheart, there's millions of reasons."
i used to curl up
in the corner of my room
(with my favorite blanket
and a cup of coffee)
and sigh over the phone
where i could hear your voice.
and you asked me then
why i "loved you"
more than him.
with a stutter in my heart
and a coffee stain on my shirt
i told you the truth.
"you're the one for me.
you're my true match,
my soul mate,
most of all-
i can't love anyone
more than i love you."
now i sit in that corner
(still with that blanket
and even more coffee)
trying to rub the tears away
before they can see them,
wondering if those words
ever meant anything to you
maybe my soul mate
doesn't want to be.
UntitledTuve un sueño de lo más extraño del cual aún no estoy seguro cómo explicar..Untitled7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Pero haré lo posible por hacerlo;
En sí, recuerdo haber estado en una biblioteca leyendo un libro cuando me
llamó un cierto chico a decirme que ya era tarde y que debía hacer un
examen, entonces me apresuré a recoger mis libros y me fui directamente a
la puerta dónde ese chico había entrado pero en aquella puerta.. No estoy
muy seguro que decía pero si bien era una puerta de "Sólo personal autorizado"
Me causó cierta intriga pero me pareció ser la única puerta de la biblioteca y decidí entrar.. Ahí dentro, era una habitación con varios estantes llenos libros muy grandes, me confundió ver libros así de grandes, pero obviamente me confundió más el hecho de que tampoco había otra puerta en esa habitación y tampoco estaba ese chico...