secretswhen you said you loved mesecrets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me it was forever.
six months is a fleeting forever
but to me it lasted an eternity
you say i am your sun and your starts
but all i did was dim your brightness
like the moon to the sun;
a moment of madness it seems
It pained me to see that text
and the tears never stopped falling to this day
just like me to you
i shall keep your hugs forever
Copic Swatch files for PhotoshopMany here at DA are fans of Copic markers. They are a tad expensive for most of us at $5-$6 each.Copic Swatch files for Photoshop3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Well,here's a consolation prize if you use Adobe Photoshop,and Adobe Illustrator.
Copic Japan has converted all 346 of their Copic colors into CMYK swatch libraries for Adobe Illustrator.
This can be found at: http://www.too.com/copic/download/
It is in Japanese,but the files are zipped and will work with any language Mac or PC operating system.
COPIC346swatch_CMYK.zip All 346 colors in a CMYK file for Adobe Illustrator.
Copic Japan has pulled their RGB downloads,but
The Adobe Photoshop swatches are at: http://www.copicmarker.com/resources Look for Adobe Color Swatch and follow the download instructions
I Guess This Is My Sad GoodbyePlease get out of my head.I Guess This Is My Sad Goodbye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im so sick of this.
These emotions crushing my heart,
Just to make it rise again,
And then come back twice as hard to knock it flat..
So please just stop it,
And go back to where you came.
Get out of here now,
Its my life.
And your turning it fucking insane.
You invade every dream i have,
Even if only to make me suffer.
But sometimes you can be so sweet..
So hurry up an pick between me and her.
I can only take so much
Before my heart gives way,
And I really dont want to wait till then.
But I never have my say..
So I'm telling you this,
And listen up good,
Get out of my head
And keep yourself away till this is over.
Then you can come back
And I'll come out from my cover.
Untill then I guess this is my sad goodbye...
I know why the cage bird diesI know why the cage bird diesI know why the cage bird dies3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I sit here in my tarnish gilded cage
Seeds of my dreams scattered up on the floor
Feather molting dropping off one by one, now they are gone
Songs sung as a way they did soar
A wire rusted and bent twisted around the lock on my door
My once shiny mirror cover in filth as it hangs by a tread of my shame and my guilt
No longer do others come to admire my song
No longer do they come to sing along
The cat stares his dead eyes set to leap one final time to break my neck
Beak crack and torn form years of trying to escape
As slowly time ticks away sealing in my fate
Marks up on my forthcoming grave carve in stone is the final date
Song birds sing outside the windows to my soul
As they fly by free as a bird as I sit here waddling in my words
The creaking of my once adored swing, reminding me of once greater things
Once my dreams where bright shiny and new
Once I had dreams just like you
But time seem to shatter my bones splitting into my breast
Laying my heart at
to desire what will destroy in the endalways make sure the deck is stacked in your favor,to desire what will destroy in the end2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
when guns filled with tear gas aim for a face of porcelin,
or when the boy with star filled eyes expects more than
a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day-
to go somewhere no one knows your name,
old, ethreal as you are, no one should,
for the gods gave up immortality eons ago,
and now it's only constant reincarnation-
to find the one with skinned kissed by
the sun, the same you held under your hands
and stood behind, never in the spot light,
you covet him now, with fingers interlaced
searing snow white skin with pin prick bruises
(flowers in winter, where the sun never shines,
no one will believe a girl who left her castle for
the iron cage of the city. seasons change, but
the punishment remains the same: constant)
and white hot scars- spider silk hair
fans out in all directions, a halo to match
the cloak of night, one you wear so desperately
like a shield, but honey, stars can't protect
against the white hot of metal against fles
Ghost dreamsBlend your breathGhost dreams4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the night sky
For a moment
Let me feel you
Can you picture
The play of the fingers?
Curious antennae guided
By the music score within
Denim and cotton
Demand just grows, overwhelms
The moon presses my eyelids
I must be under a spell
But for a moment
I can feel you
I am standingIt's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.I am standing7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress can shatter you like roots in concrete. Maybe I'm growing. But I don't even know if I'm bored. I feel like a lot of different people, or a lot of aspects of different people, all trying to learn how to stand one another.
It's been days since I wanted to break out of my body. I'm watching the sunrise from the wrong side, but I did sleep. I'm not curlin