Happy 6th Birthday Hatsune Miku!Congratulating Miku for six glorious years of bringing us some of the greatest songs. Happy birthday!More Like This
Birthday Song for Hatsune Miku- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmYU2ikxjpA
never become a writeri.never become a writer.More Like This
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play in them,
but you alone will see the headstones.
iv.if you fall in love,
you will turn your love into a poem,
and you will always like your own words
more than you like the real person.
you'll become so selfish
you'll disgust yourself,
but you will not be ab
.he stood on the shore,More Like This
and told the sea he loved her;
the jealous wind tore his
voice in two
a meaningful poem about nothing.this is a poem about how fixing peopleMore Like This
is not romantic.
we’re not meant to be somebody’s answer,
we’re not meant to make someone feel alive again.
this is a poem about why you shouldn’t kiss him
because he’s broken
because you want to save him.
save yourself first.
kiss him because he holds a place in your heart, not
because he's the only thing making it pump.
kiss him because he’s in your life, not because
he is your life.
hold him, but don’t hold onto him because you believe
(get to dry land first.)
this is a poem about how i find poetry in everything.
breakups. my dad telling me i mattered.
nightmares. my neighbor’s insomnia.
how it drove him crazy.
how he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to fix it.
my neighbor’s funeral.
this is a poem about the split-apart theory.
the idea was that when humanity became arrogant
toward the gods, we were split in two
and were doomed to spend our live
if i could.1.More Like This
i’ll be honest with you;
there is a certain authority to being
somebody said once that writers struggle with reality
because we spend all of our time
constructing our own.
the truth is, life may be impermanent
but the details are not.
time has one direction
the past cannot be revisited
and history cannot be redone
with a red pen.
what happens, happens.
we are walking permanent records
that can never be expunged.
no matter how many orphans we pull from fires
no matter how many dying children we sing to
we still made our mother cry once
we still let our little brothers find us passed out
on the front porch when we were nineteen.
imagination is our primary retreat
because there, that boy does fall in love with us
and our first kiss is not spit on our chins
or misses landing on our nose
(maybe there are waves crashing in the background)
and we say everything right.
there, we have crafted a version of ourselves
that lives perfectly.
“if i could,” someon
leaving for another account.yeah.. was thinking of making another account. it's because this account is filled with old art. i want to start over! ^_^ but im still gonna leave this account here.. :iconyeahplz:More Like This
pft but i wouldn't be able to make one. imade too many plzes.
IT IS ME BASSYBENITZHello my friends its me BassyBenitz its been a while but the reason that i no longer have my original account is because of my parents they some how managed to get into my account and got me banned from deviantart and they got rid of all the internet in my house so I apologize for not getting to my fans sooner so I am here now ready to serve my bochans (smirk)More Like This