Oak and MachineToo warped around the edges, I have spread my fingers as stains just underneath the surface and curled everything into waves with my poisons.More Like This
Like a virus I have slept underneath your fingerprints and stormed like lighting through your limbs to find this symbiotic connection with your eyelids, every time you shut them... I can show you what I really am.
If I told you I was in agony every time the sunlight reached in and forced me out, would you stay asleep for me? Would you blindly love this cold darkness?
This serene understanding has never bothered, nor torn and strewn me about, painted with rough bristles I am no weak canvass, but pour
When I'm GoneColorless and emptyMore Like This
The last fragment of my soul
Though there be no need for worry
Let it so be told
That once I am gone,
Once I fade away
Let the memories of you and I
Never leave this day,
With the sun shining bright between us
Let it be the only thing,
That stands or separates us
Before my dying day.
Cold and alone,
No light shines down in here
The earth trembles with anticipation
While I tremble out of fear,
No one knows the reason
But no one seems to care
That the reason that I did this
Was so that you would not be scared.
You question it
You think you know
But truthfully, I can’t even guess
Does it matter?
rhythmic rain and words for dead treesthis funeral-black night begins withMore Like This
piano notes soft as the rain soaking
leisurely into wood thirsty for the
warm essence of
evoke dead writers with
vintage typewriters, faded
ink stamping out new stories
from old wounds the way
the poets do, old poets with
sliding down a fogged window
leaving behind a clear trail--
the way to see out
into the natural world waiting. alive.
to the trees breathing
sweet wooden beings--
they rattle rain-streaked glass
with their oxygen-laced wind.
LifeA Day, A NightMore Like This
A Fading Light
A Dream, A Fight
Passion for Flight
A Tear of Pain
A Sorry Delight
In The Hands of A Force Unknown
Life is still
Like a Rolling Stone
I StandI stand,More Like This
listening to screams from across the water.
I hear Sammi,
Screaming for her mother.
I hear a gunshot,
Her voice comes no more.
A helpless child.
Listening to death,
Able to do nothing.
Not even bury the dead,
The bodies float down the river.
Watching the water stain red.
Dying of thirst and hunger,
Sadness, and loneliness.
Living on her own.
Hearing the new silence.
No more screams,
I'm the only one left.
The crying willow tree.
Morning AfterEyelids peeled back to find thatMore Like This
The sun has risen
and somewhere in the riddled memories
of the previous night of a mental prison
& asking why, you somehow found
the strength to fall asleep
Take Me Someplace Else.I'd like to paint my dreamsMore Like This
Upon his bedroom walls
The nightmarish silhouettes plastered in
Fading colors and
[There's a cold awareness
Of the solitude we endure.]
I am anesthetized and numb
But through the faceless apathy
I can feel your hand on mine.
[You can lead the way because
I will only guide you into turmoil.]
Mirrors on My Wallby ZKBMore Like This
Mirrors on every wall,
Reflecting what I cannot see.
Every reflection looks hideous,
But there, in the corner,
A light shines for me.
They shove the mirrors in my face.
"This is what you are!
This is what you must be,
For the light hits this glass
And shows it to me."
I look at myself in each mirror,
One by one.
That's not me, that's a reflection.
And there's a tiny crack in the wall,
Of the sparkling, reflecting glass.
It shows me what I see.
Not what the mirrors make me believe,
But who I want to be.
I hit the mirrors and they shatter.
They're just glass, after all.
And I am not an image you can
Such life shall fadei'm sitting alone,More Like This
with my back against the wall,
and a hand on my heart.
As i listen closer i can hear it beating
restlessly, like drum played by a ghost, or a train running in a forgotten world.
Every night when i close my eyes,
my heart never stops, its watchful eyes guards the night,
it sees to the safety of my being.
But when i fell to my knees and cried a waterfall of tears,
my heart fell like snow in a winter storm.
My heart breaks apart, and it never again shall beat with such life. . .such life shall fade.
Never again will it beat with such speed, such speed as the light
Out of syncI want out of this world.More Like This
I want something more interesting.
I want each day and night to be a surprise.
I want something more than this existence.
This town is a drug;
The people, the addicts.
And the effect is being stuck,
Stuck in one place, stuck in limbo.
My soul is restless
I hear it rattling around
Trying to fly,
Trying to escape.
My thoughts are jumbled
My emotions a mess.
And all because of something so trivial.
I AM BORED!
Bored with human beings
And their disgusting habits
And their monotone words of love
And their endless routine.
I want more than petty drama.
I want more than technological pollution.
Crushed HopeYou're not here...again.More Like This
I shouldn't be surprised,
It's been your pattern from the start.
Either you don't show when I'm desperate,
And in need of someone to talk to;
When I've needed you the most.
Or you are here,
But you won't listen to me.
You won't silence yourself long enough for me to talk;
Long enough for me to to get what I need to off of my chest.
This shouldn't surprise me anymore,
And it doesn't.
It just disappoints me.
Up until now,
I'd still been holding out hope.
...Maybe I'd finally found someone who actually cared,
...You'd come around,
...All you'd promised hadn't been lies,
...You were different...
But you're n
Will YouI want to scream, i want to shoutMore Like This
I want to throw these horrid feelings out
Will you be there to see me through
Or will you just leave me too
I want someone to wipe my tears
Someone to banish all my fears
Will you be there to hold me near
Or will you just just leave me, my dear
I want someone to talk to at night
Someone to keep me in wondrous flight
Will you be there to keep me in the clouds
Or will you let me come crashing down
Tell me, will you be there for me in the end
Or will you leave me to bleed my friend
Roleplay 101IntroductionMore Like This
I had wanted to write this long list of roleplay pet-peeves that I and some friends of mine share, so I finally did.
If you find yourself guilty of some of these things, dont get offended. Why? Ive been guilty of them before, and Im sure Im not perfect with some of them now, either. So Im pretty much talking to myself as well as you all.
And please, realize that Im not attacking you; I am only saying that these are roleplay etiquettes that I find would benefit the roleplaying experience. These rules here really are not hard to follow at all, I dont think. There are unspoken w
On: WritingGood morning, afternoon, or evening, as appropriate. The guide contains advice on various aspects of writing in brief, with examples for each. I’ve divided up each aspect of writing into one of four categories: rules, guidelines, matters of style, and matters of plot and characterization. Hopefully this guide will be helpful to you in one way or another.More Like This
There are virtually no ironclad rules in writing; these aspects of writing come close, however. Even in dialogue or internal monologue, which is normally a space where the writer is free to do as they please, misspelled words are problematic. As such, it is important to master these aspects of writing, and do so early in your time as a writer.
Spelling. It’s always jarring to encounter a spelling mistake in the middle of an otherwise well-written story. Because some spelling mistakes will not be caught by a typical spell checker, and because you should be editing your story anyway, it is a good idea to p
Devious Journal EntryHey guys~ Be sure to check out my new group,http://latias-andlatios.deviantart.com/ It'd be nice to have more followers who support Latias and LatiosMore Like This