She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
I'm Only HumanI'm only humanMore Like This
I make mistakes
Yet I'm always trying
To save some face
I'm only human
I lie and I cheat
Yet I will never
I'm only human
I whine and I cry
But it doesn't mean
That I won't try
I'm only human
I make mistakes
But I give it my all
No matter what it takes
Butterfly LullabiesIts the first day of school when you really dont knowMore Like This
Who you will meet or how it will go.
Its an exam on a day when your not quite prepared.
The pen meets the paper but the answers are scarce.
Its going to sleep when you know the next day
Your best friend might just lead you astray.
Its the first time you hold your lovers hand
Squeezing as tight as you possibly can.
Its that feeling you get before your first kiss
Close your eyes and pray that you just dont miss.
Its that feeling I get when I look in your eyes.
You knew it was coming
Dont act surprised.
LonelyHis story always begun back at the beginning.More Like This
Nothing but the soft hum of the Tardis, and the flickering and somewhat dimming glow of the computer screen causing a gentle flicker of light within the Tardis.
He adjusted each control, one after the other, in a perfect motion and without mistake, only to redo it within a few seconds, trying to distract himself from the emptiness which shrouded him. The cool air which brushed about the silent machine.
His fingers clasped into the controls of the Tardis after readjusting it for the third time that minute, his grasp tight enough to cause his knuckles to begin to turn white as his breaths fell short and his eyes lowered themselves to the ground.
Humans were so advanced. But the few things they couldnt cure were the most important. Death, and Loneliness. Nothing could buy a solution to either. No amount of struggling and fighting could defeat them.
Living forever was nothing, when you had no one to share it with. No on
The Tale of Philip and IlonwyePrologueMore Like This
My Lady? asked the serving woman.
Yes? the young woman replied timidly.
The ceremony is about to begin. You beset be going soon. The young woman, soon to become a real woman, couldnt believe the spell had worked. The King, her one true love, was in love with her. Their marriage would now not just be an arranged marriageit would be one based on love. She would be loved and love in return.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Her gown was more beautiful than a white lily. Covered in delicate lace from head to foot she looked like an angel. Her hair was worn down with a gold band atop her head, accentuating her long black curls as they swept past her waist. Her neck line was just below her collar bone, revealing part of her shoulders and her creamy pale skin. The dress fit like a glove, flowing into a long train
Escape Ch. 7She was blinded by the light of the sun near its zenith. She was a being that had spent her entire life indoors; first in the badly lit or even pitch-black of the confines of the laboratory she had been brought up. And then in the brighter artificially-lit rooms of the vet's clinic, the light of which had adjusted her eyes enough so that she was not blinded permanently now. This sudden brightness was painful; it stabbed at her eyes like white-hot swords, driving her against the wall with a panicked yelp of shock. She squeezed her eyes shut against the radiance, and her instincts seized control of her, banishing the black tentacles of the sucking madness that crept up on her with the sudden turmoil of the light. She ran.More Like This
The sensitive fin on her head guided her without her being aware of it; she knew to dodge to the left, narrowly avoiding a tree. She could feel the roots beneath her paws and she used one of them to leap further. She splashed through a muddy puddle, feeling the moisture
as long as it's okay with youguitar lilting as i lookMore Like This
through the branches at
the eye of god,
indie crooner strikes a
i hope my hummingbird heart,
beating fast into your skin,
doesn't disturb your
desire for slumber.
i want to rest
inside lung lost smoke
wisps trailing into
ashes dead on my wrist.
i want to slip into
the bottom of the sea green
glass of water on the desk.
birds idly warbling
at the belly of the sky,
indie crooner loses his voice.
Cancer has a smell.Old classics,More Like This
the half cup of
peppermint ice cream
sitting in your freezer
for weeks, and cat litter.
He won’t eat anymore,
but there are
piles and piles
of dirty dishes
sitting in the sink.
before your eyes.
You can wrap
your whole self
around his tiny bones
You can hold him
like he used to hold you
all those years ago.
And you are angry.
You try to find
You hate doctors,
and you hate
You have to force yourself
to stop crying,
This is the one person
who’s always had faith
He’s read every poem
and hoarded every award
you ever won.
You ignore statistics,
Never Let Him Look South WestThe distance between Dublin and Boston is approximately 3000 miles. You told me this when you were staring south west with the kind of madness I have only seen in sailor’s eyes when they lived in lighthouses too small for their giant ship dreams. It should have worried me, that glint in your eyes. I just dismissed it as one of your navigational tantrums.More Like This
When we went to the pub later that evening, you told me I should have the fish and chips, but the way you like it, with more vinegar and no tartar sauce. I said that made it too salty, and you told me that was how real sailors ate their fish. My reactions always were slow to your behavior. I believe the expression ‘at sea’ was applied more often than not when you spoke.
I never thought that the walks you mentioned on the beach when we were children had any more to the idea than the romance of it all. So when you told me you belonged to the sea, I thought you were talking about your soul.
It never truly meant anything
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let meMore Like This
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
-lonelinessMore Like This
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.More Like This
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.More Like This
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
flyover state, flyover heartthere's almost nothingMore Like This
left of august, or me -
just fat, humid yawns that
cling to the asphalt and
vinyl sidings of houses
prettier than any autumn day.
chlorined kids rise from the
tanned wake of public pools,
clothed in school uniforms,
counting the new freckles
they've earned like war badges.
the nights i can lay in my
underwear beneath spider web
blankets while my wheezy fan
oscillates and whispers dusty
stories are numbered.
but i'll hold the moon
as it crests over summer's
dying vigil, my arms high
around it's wondrous girth.
i'll ride the heat into the
ashes of three months spent
dreaming in fevered euphoria.
i'll lead the impassioned
thousands down margins tucked
into a waning, wailing cry.
and i won't rest, even after
august is buried between blue
lined composition pages in a
coffin of lead - a memory with no
scent becoming one without a heartbeat.
Sad poems need pretty titles.April was lungs weak of blue, andMore Like This
scalpels held in heartless,
You told me you were no coward
that the seas and the oceans
whispered in your ears and told you
only the bravest of men
deserve to kiss their beds.
May passed too quickly.
No time for mourning
when I gained ten pounds
of pure muscle
holding up your stars.
People asked too many questions.
People told me I was strong.
One day in June
you woke up to a skeletal frame
that wasn’t yours and the biggest,
strongest ribcage I’d ever seen.
I had cornfields in my eyes;
You misplaced your anchor
and your mind.
Now BreatheThere are no constellations mapped across my skin and I am not a galaxy waiting for you to explore. There are no nebulae sprouting from my lungs and there is no stardust scattered in my veins. I am more than that, I am more than molecules that have re-arranged themselves into the vastness of the universe. I do not need you to tell me that I wear a circlet of comets because I am beautiful and because my gravity attracts celestial objects.More Like This
I need you to tell me to breathe, to remember that each breath is a small start to hope. My own lungs implore me, keep breathing, keep going. You are worthy, you are worthy. I would not house life if you were not worthy. There will be no shifting of the planet's rotation as I fly by, there will be no change in air pressure when I settle. I am small. I am small, but I am so much more than the space I take up. You need to realize and recognize the signs of my sadness, the curve of my happiness, and the ferocity of my passion.
Stardust isn't dappled into
i read about serial killers not saintsshe says, “what are humans made out of,More Like This
if not emotions and quirks and mistakes?”
i think to myself that humans are made
out of sinew and bone and tissue and if god hasn’t
found a way to love us bloodily and morbidly
then he will never be able to look past any
of our self-taught imperfections.
but i say none of this, just nod and smile,
and wonder what it means that to her,
all that i am is a series of mistakes stacked
on top of each other. my entire body is a past
i cannot outrun no matter how many times
i move away and forget my name and who i used
she tries to take away my body, but i have fought
for sixteen years to gain these inches of self-love
and i am proud to stand before her now wearing muscle
and skin. i want to tell her that i am ninety-three
percent star dust and that means ninety-three percent
of who i am has lived in a blackness so absolute
that the only light i had was the one i created for myself.
i want to tell her that’s something i thi
UnfoldYour skin laced with mineMore Like This
A silent affirmation
Time after time
I drown in this salvation
Beauty so unjust
Setting the air on fire
The mirrors beneath your eyes
The carnival of your soul
Overtakes me beyond control
Welcoming the breach of your lips
The cadence of your touch
~In a dreamlike trance
The music of my heart projects electricity
Giving myself completely to you
A fire that never stops its burn
A love so riveting
It storms the galaxy~
A bliss that’s double-edged
Bleeds these waiting veins
For every drop spilt
Is a crimson tribute
To the concoction of this love
Our privileged chemistry
~Close your eyes
Do not hesitate
Swallow me in one gulp
As if I were the ocean
Quenching every thirst you ever craved
The monstrosity of the universe
Rules the divinity of our passion
Parallel to the sun
A sizzling exploration
The world could be ours
If we want it bad enough~
Seize this chance
Cross this line
That once barred the sun
At the Turn of the YearMore Like This
sunda sora aoi mizuumi fukami keri
the blue lake.
hi kara hi e soutairon no toshi owaru
day after day about the theory of Relativity,
a year approaches its end.
basu tei ya dondon mawaｒu udedokei
the bus stop-
wrist watch whirls in a haste
ningyou no tsuya wo kabuseru hokori kana
covering the gloss on the doll-
obscuring the glory of a puppet-
soujiki de hokori mo neko mo kake ni keri
the vacuum cleaner-
chased away the dust
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
to myself: past/present/future/fourth dimensionto the girl before speech:More Like This
you are not a prodigy,
despite talent for taking care of yourself.
understanding politics by grade school isn't worth much
being loved is.
having your hand gripped when stumbling.
playful laugh coaxed from your lungs.
bounce as much as you can.
cherish your days of knowing how to land.
to the girl with my fingers:
they aren't as beautiful as they are lost.
shaking; nerves over taken by demons
screaming in the night.
struggling to tear needle away from skin
too crooked to be melodic
not articulate enough to move masses
hoping to find north; seeking direction.
to the girl after healing:
body a battlefield with no monuments,
topographical map of travail.
you have scars;
i am sorry for those.
you've stored love in people
just begging to give it back.
open your mouth; souls speak
yours needs to learn to light up mountains again
to you over there:
i miss you
the way I miss a forgotten memory.
existence is more than physical space.
here i assemble words
Symphony of AAA is almost doneI am in the process of lineart of all the pages. It is confirmed to be more than 10 chapters for this series. Then I'm moving on to my next project.More Like This
I will upload the comics while I'm in cali in a few weeks so i won't be completely hiatus.
So that's my news for you.
GRAAAH~!!!OM****ingG!!!More Like This
My apologies for not being active on here for so effing long. DX
I finally have the inspirations to draw and whatnot, but no motivation or energy to do anything atm.
So anyway, trying to kick my butt into gear here. Finally getting around to responding and commenting on all your hard works.
Unfortunately I'm extremely exhausted and need to go to bed right now.
So I will continue to comment and fave more tomorrow!!
In other news, I'm too lazy to update right now.
Will update tomorrow, M'kay? KAY.
Hope FloatsHope floatsMore Like This
Like a helium balloon
Through the midnight air...
Please come back
Denmark X Reader: Slient and a drunken apologyMore Like This
"Denmark!" you yelled running to the living room, to see your new husband sitting on the couch smirking
"what is it dear" he said in a sing song voice
"where is it" you yelled Denmark put an innocent face
"what's wrong" Denmark said tilting his head, but still had a smirk
"this is the fourth time you stole my underwear" you said calming down a bit, but anger was still within you
"I never took them" he said putting a fake hurt face. you walked over to Denmark and sit beside him. he looked at you confused, you glare at him then sigh.
"bad children should be punish" you said grabbing Denmark and he lay on your lap. you spanked his butt 6 times
"oww-oww it hurts stop" he whinnied you kept spanking him
"where is it" you said in a dark voice
"its in t-the fridge" he said you let go of him and walked to the kitchen. Denmark was rubbing his butt and you were really pissed off. you see you were married to Denmark for 1 month now and he still acted like a kid, like pulling pranks
Store OpenSo excited to announce my new store...... ~open~!More Like This
And it's Black *ahem* Blue Friday so I'm offering 24 hours (from posting this) of 15% off everything! Just use code TeamBlue at checkout! How exciting ^0^
Thanks so much to those people who ordered though my journal last time, glad people are really happy with their prints! I had a lot of inquiries about Christmas ordering, and wanted to streamline the ordering process for both you and me, so I've made a little store for us!
Discover it here: http://DestinyBlue.storenvy.com/
There's lush Prints and Limited Edition Canvasses for you to enjoy ^-^
Who doesn't want prettier walls for Christmas?
Prices are in USA (thought I'm from England) Please go to http://www.xe.com to currency convert
~Last order date for Christmas delivery~
Australia: 4th December
EU & Canada: 8th December
USA: 10th December
UK: 16th December
(+4 days ear
Birthday SurpriseRight so I had mentioned I had gotten a huge surprise for my birthday but I haven't had the chance to write about it...so here we go.More Like This
My favorite animal is tigers...white tigers especially, but they are all gorgeous creatures who deserve to be respected and admired and deserve to be roaming free. I'm a huge advocate for them and belong to the World Wildlife Organization...I wish I could do more with them and one day I will be traveling with them. Was supposed to go this past spring to the rainforest, but sadly, never made it...so anyway tigers...they're a huge part of my life, just like my dolls are, and have been with me since I can remember.
Well for my birthday my mother and brother are giving me a trip to florida where I can interact with a baby tiger. His name is Tony and he is about 15 weeks old. There's a zoo down there that allows people time to swim and play with him, not cheaply, but it's a once in a life-time type of experience because Tony is no longer allowed to interact w
Tagged! :D Yay!!!I have been tagged by the wonderful :iconWrittenInTheScars:More Like This
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1. What is your favorite type of art? (traditional, photography, etc)
~ I'm a big fan of street art (graffiti), and new media, but I have a soft spot for fashion and traditional sculpture.
2. If you could only get one gift this winter, what would it be?
~ A deluxe full body massage from my very favorite spa.
3. Have you ever not posted something on here because you thought it wasn't good enough?
~ Pssh, all the time. x_x Then again, I usually only post photos because I love them. xD At the end of the day, I'm neve
You Are/And ILet the light out,More Like This
Open the gates,
Free the curtains,
Give me your face,
For I will cleanse it.
Baptize in holy waters,
Purified, refreshed, and healed.
You are beautiful.
No one can touch your style,
Or dare to come close to your pretty face.
They should be wishing, not you.
You are brilliant.
Who possesses a creative capacity like you,
An understanding other than God?
Others are not capable to even handle your thoughts.
You are strong.
The one to cultivate tough spirit,
Only person to sacrifice to grow.
You devoured the lion they were afraid of.
You are the greatest.
You're one step ahead of everybody,
You struggled more than their life stories,
They're all leagues behind you.
You are enough.
Close your mind to what they say,
Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise about yourself.
You are everything to someone and if you don't think so, let me be that someone.
Stop with the comparisons,
Put the knife down.
Everything you want is already i
You May Say I'm An Artist...More Like This
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was th
AnswersI don't write poetry.More Like This
I just let the pen
Across crumbled pages.
I let my soul
Bleed into ink.
As my way of asking
Statues and glowing
But They never answer.
KoaIn 2005 I was fourteen, and I wanted a dog.More Like This
This wasn’t a new desire. I’d always wished for a pet, but growing up in a military family meant moving every few years and living in rented houses, and not many landlords allowed animals kept on their property. The last pets I’d had at that point were some fish we had to give away prior to our move from Alabama to North Carolina, around ten years before.
Now I had a chance. I asked our landlady and she gave permission for us to keep a dog on the property we were renting. It was my dad’s last tour of duty; he’d be retiring in a little less than two years, so we wouldn’t risk moving somewhere with a dog we couldn’t keep.
My dad took my sister and me to the animal shelter in Redmond one day in November – just to look. There was a small, somewhat narrow parking lot in front of a small, somewhat short building. We went in, were let into the kennels to see what dogs they had...
I remember the kennels
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.More Like This
Rain fell from the storms of my eyes
and hit the cold earth of my cheeks.
Sunlight fell down my face
in gentle waves.
And blood tinted lips
smiled only slightly.
The gentle spring
that bloomed inside my chest
had begun to grow
and replace the winter
whose frost had held tightly
onto my heart.
Silence was welcome.
Tears were shed in joy.
Sunlight was here to warm
and blood to live.
This was it.
I had made it.
I know who I am.
A realizationi can but i cantMore Like This
i can give you the details
but wither or not you understand
i do not know
the people have taken me to highs and lows
my friends have been taking me to new extremes
i though where long ago severed
while more unkeen people
from years of life
have been slowly flooding back
people i don’t want
severed connections restored
in the list of people i hurt
people that hurt me
people I’ve protected
people I’ve been protecting again
but at what cost
to what avail
it’s strange yet familiar
the place in my head
with its changed rooms
its new rooms
its new path
the world around me
the realizations I’ve made
its all so
left and right
up and down
light and dark
sharp but blunt
of both despair and hope
pain and joy
sorrow and love
anger and mellow
the world of life
coming back and forth
yet never the same
hitting you down
helping you up
to knock you down
and pick you up
a world of confusion
The ArtistSwirls of green and blueMore Like This
A soul put into paint
A dash of yellow
A dot of red
Showing what words cannot say
Notes float up
In the starlit twilight
Colors put into melody
Forgotten past renewed
Pencil worn down
A paper full of hope
Shading of the pages
Eraser bits scattered
Sketches of the inner being
Words twisting in and out
Heart in a phrase
Finding solace through a page
Hair down and free
Pulse following music
Spirit expressed in movement
The Clock Has StoppedThe clock has stoppedMore Like This
Hands that will move no more
Gentle winds that will never blow
Keeping a love that never blooms;
The clock has stopped
No more ticks can be heard
No heart that will ever race
Just the cold solitude of your own embrace;
The clock has stopped
Time cannot move on
Trapped inside this hell
Are you alive or dead inside;
The clock has stopped
Everything seems the same
Confused about this world
When will time start to move forward;
The Clock Has Stopped Working
Your old and now alone
You failed to see the light
You regret each moment in time
Laying down for the finale rest
The Clock once moved on
Now it is just a broken ruin
Your story has stopped
Now it shall be forgotten.
ComaAlone in the dark,More Like This
Beckoning for an answer.
Confided and forgotten,
Devastated and alone
Echoing voices all around,
Fear of the unknown,
Hesitant and fragile
Intimidation from head to toe,
Journeys from near and far:
Kings, on white horses
Looming forever in the dark
Malicious never ending night,
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Omniscient darkness watching me,
Peeling away at my very soul
Questioning my existence.
Reality is nothing but a lie,
Shallow sounds surrounding me
Taking away, my humanity
Underneath this sky,
Void and dark
With so many cries,
Xuning passionately with lies
Yearning to end this suffering,
Zodiac continues turning
Where are my memories?I do not wish to die today. I will not die today. I will not perish nor will I survive. I will be eternal in every way, never ending yet having no beginning. I am what some consider to be a god yet I am no god. I am but an everlasting being of great power and wisdom. I cannot be killed nor do I wish to die. I yearn for more knowledge for I am not omniscient. I have traveled far and I have seen much. Some things I have seen would be far to much for a mere mortal. I have gone insane and sane again. I have killed and I have saved. I have brought life into beings or mortality and have brought life into even death. I have conquered both time and space. I can do things many could only dream of and much much more. I have created and destroyed universes and time itself. I have experienced what one could only describe as infinity. I have walked through other universes and dimensions as if was sMore Like This
The SnowThe snow is almostMore Like This
As beautiful as you,
I only wish that
You could see it to
It covers the ground
In a white cloth sheet,
While snowing more
It covers my feet
Shivers down my spine
Don't really care,
For I feel warmer
With you while we stare
Taking time to
Steal a kiss in white,
While taking time
To get it just right