EvenOnTheRoofYouWon'tSleepBetteri'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain
of my own irregular painless useless pain
i've found a ladder between suspicion and proof
make some breakfest, wetproof, i'll be walking on a roof
many people used to, wanted to, sometimes even tried
but it doesn't really work if you're still not fired
if your mind's stable, usefull and without a reproof
i swear, i bet, i even scream, you won't be walking on a roof
but if you're steadfast and your nerves seems to not need my advice
you can try to feed someone's starving by saying something nice
now you must go, break your own heart, make your life a spoof
find new pain, take your ladder, let's walking on a roof
My Rocket Man "She packed my bags last night, preflightMore Like This
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then..."
I feel so light.
I feel like just right now it's my time to be truly happy. My time to wear a white flowing dress with knee-highs and minty sneakers, lay down by the river with my Love, close my eyes and listen to the sound of motorboats.
Lately, despite of having much to do, I've been quite calmer. The senior year has graduated, now we're the ones heading to the end of high school. For the past months, we've been preparing a special ceremony for our older mates, which I had the honour to be the director of.
be still my beating heart (ship gifs aw yess)im falling into irl shipping hellMore Like This
ok but srsly look
first theres yoonmin (so yoongi (suga) and jimin)
i love their relationship dynamic first of all
theyre so silly w each other its amazing
suga just sliding his hand down jimins arm like nbd
look at the way suga leans into him
suga is such a butt
and then there's vhope (taehyung (v) and hoseok (j-hope)
im sorry but that whole kiss was so sketchy
i cANT EVEN WITH TAEHYUNG I JUST -
HE EVEN LICKS HIS LIPS AT THE END OMFf g child pls
then there's namjin (namjoon (rapmonster) and seokjin (jin)
which is absolutely canon
i love mommy jin ok just like.. idk they're the mom and dad of bts just look
namjoon is crying in this one, and mommy jin comes to the rescue
did u see that
IS HE CRYING oh MUY GDO
and then there's junkook
who can be shipped with every single member of bts (too lazy to find them all, but trust me)&
StigmaI've been given a real and personal view of just how bad the stigma about mental illness, and getting help for it, is. I have struggled with depression for a very long time, and suicidal thoughts come and go quite often. About 6 months ago is when I started getting real help, talking to my doctor, and taking medication. If anyone saw me take my meds, they'd ask what they were for, then quickly change the subject and avoid talking about it once I told them I have Major Depression. They acted like it was a bad thing to talk about and something that shouldn't be discussed at all. Then last week I went to a psychiatric hospital for 6 days. I didn't care who knew. I still don't care. In my view, I have an illness that I went to a hospital to get help with. That's all there is to it. I got the help I needed and now I'm feeling better. It's just like someone with cancer going to a hospital to get chemo, or someone with diabetes going to a hospital to get insulin. But I'm the only one that seeMore Like This
SinI'm in a war with myselfMore Like This
Against something called sin
I'm fighting a losing battle
In every conflict it's in
Engulfing my very body
In its tainted ways
My unforgivable crimes
Acted out from its plays
I try to save myself
But it's to no avail
Trapped in its savage will
All I can do is flail
My cries of unending torment
Cannot be heard
Because they're in my head
Every single word
The anguish of my soul
Tears me bit by bit
Ripping me apart
I want to be done with it
But no, it will not leave
For it's a part of me
Yet no one seems to notice
My sins, that I see
Depression hurtsBroken, shattered, torn into piecesMore Like This
Caught in a world where everyday life ceases
Depression, cutting, bleeding my heart
Everything I loved is all falling apart
Everyday life feels more like a chore
There's not a whole lot I can do anymore
I don't expect you to understand the pain
although, if you did, I wouldn't have to explain
One cannot say "no pain no gain"
For emotional pain is hard to maintain
It cuts deeper than the deepest cut
Imagine a wound that would never shut
You bleed and bleed but you put on a smile
thinking if you do, the pain would go away for a while
But at night is when it all comes back
everything you tried hard for, all falls off track
You often wonder if life is worth living
when people around you can be so unforgiving
and no matter how much you try to stop crying
inside, emotionally, you feel like your dying
Before you even think or say "stop being so depressed"
We wish we could and it's causing us more stress
It doesn't go away with a mere hug or a kiss
Do you re
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Abelena X Marcus ~My Mentor~ IntroMore Like This
Who was he...Why couldn't I remember his name? Something about him that seems so.......familiar.......Who is he?
The lights were almost blinding me as I drove through the streets. I took the cigarette from my mouth and threw it away when I was done
with it. I took my hands off the handles just to fix my red, fingerless biker gloves. My blue eyes scanned the road as I drove down the
highway on my black and red motorcycle. The top half of my body was leaning over, my eyes squinting as I zoomed by, all images around me being seen only blurry. I stated to slow down as I saw the lights up ahead. My best friend, Jackson, was apparently having a party and he quoted to me "You better get your ass down here before you miss all the fun". Of course I didn't have to be told twice, whenever there was a party somewhere, I'd either be there to have fun or just crash it. As the lights got closer, I pulled over into Jackson's driveway of his
house. I pulled another cigarette from my pocket and p
SEXLovers do it.More Like This
People abuse it.
Porn improves it.
Teens try it.
Rapists force it.
Hookers sell it.
Brothels run it.
The horny want it.
And human survival relies on it.
300 Points Giveaway Winners!Alright, the winners of the 300 Points Giveaway are chosen (via random.org)More Like This
Each winner will receive 100 Points from me.
To all those who did not win: IŽll give you a new chance, to win a good amount of points very soon.
My Watchers get the chance, to participate in a seperate Giveaway as well.
Congratulations to the winners~
Love is a ClicheFor all my life I've been toldMore Like This
In the manners both rude and bold
that when you grow up
and find a girl
you'll fall in love
which makes you twirl
"Well," I said, "Alright, thats fine
but what about this year's valentine?"
It's 16 years, still no one's here
kissing or whispering into my ear
I think it's just my fate to be
"forever alone", nickname for me
Days like thisOn a day like thisMore Like This
I usually wish
I would have stayed at home
But as much as I hope
That I could cope
I'd rather just stay alone
You're not a winner
You didn't try
You're not worth half a lie
"Yes mr. Parent, yes, it's true
again there's no good news for you
we tested them, we know the class
but as always, yours didn't pass"
I know you waited for a punch line
My brain’s full of those, it’s a goldmine
But this time, really, the joke’s on me
Not just the poem, but reality
FarewellI'm sick of saying sorryMore Like This
I wish I didn't care
But still it always hurts
To know that you're not there
I wonder if you hear this
So deep inside your shell
I still hear your question
It's dragging me through hell
I'm tired of all their hoping
I wish my eyes were dry
But still I feel your pain
And I can't help but cry
I wonder if you realised
Just what you've done to me
I still hope your pain's gone
Now that you are free
I'm bored of saying sorry
For some-thing I did not start
But still I'll feel the guilt
When they know I stopped your heart
dead from the neck upto the thousands of souls who haveMore Like This
died beneath my skin, picked pink,
and those i would not be able to
sleep without, for they are the static
voices in my seashell ears - i am
sorry, but not sorry enough to stop.
should i scrape my illness from
beneath my nails, there would be no
one to wrap my feeble body in the
flesh of freckled stars and bark
warnings so softly. this is all i have.
there are people who haven't seen
the war here at home, the blood
lapping the shores of our pride.
and their eyes don't shine like mine,
but their hands leave bruises against
my temples, peeling the skin from my
back like poorly held wallpaper.
hope has fled and left me with an
empty nest. god trembles when i
wake to see another day. no one
hopes that sometime i'll be able to
laugh with my heart on my tongue,
and they sure as hell don't wipe the
sadness that drips down my chin
and hallowed neck.
for now, my ribs are shut tight like
venetian blinds, my mind is held
together with safety pins, and my
the dark amethyst echoes quicklythe sun fades from flaxMore Like This
to the deeping of the walls
and away; the river mirrors
the shade before midnight.
AzureStruck by Cupid’s dartMore Like This
I’m bleeding belladonna,
veins surging poison.
Now blue bells and little stars
live where my eyes used to be.
Phlox crawls from my chest,
heart pulsing with a nectar
that is beyond sweet.
My pretty petals tempt you,
with lethal indifference.
burgundy dreamsdeep and imposing,More Like This
swirling with fragrant desire
you pool under my skin
like inkblots on fresh linen.
your tongue cuts
delicate shapes into my
with a saccharine edge
only you could posses.
dark and alluring
like the lifeblood that
pours from our pretty little veins,
you catch my breath
and steal kisses
in the dead of night.
but you’re far
from sex in a glass;
an ungodly man with
more lies than he has affairs.
i guess I’ve bruised
your ego just like you
bruised my lips.
08.08.14I'm not celebrating deviantART's birthday this year. Don't get me wrong, I think it's an awesome idea for everyone to share their dA story, but I don't think that the time is right for me to do that. I've been giving away little pieces of myself all year and it feels like enough.More Like This
On the topic of these journals, I'm honoured to find that so many deviants consider me to be an important part of their story. I had no real idea that I affected anyone on here quite so much, so thank you all.
I have five months to accumulate enough points to extend my premium membership, so if you know of any literature contests that are offering points as prizes, please let me know!
As some of you may know, I made the radical decision to cut my long hair and adopt a pixie cut several months ago.
It's been a long, cold winter, but I'm pleased to say that my hair is almost long enough to put into
she's a grey emberburn slow;More Like This
call absence to your knees
and kiss its bruises
free from greed
until your hands are stained neutral
i.More Like This
for three and a half years you had
a home in the crevices of my bloodiest organ,
but you didn't pay rent so consider yourself
when people love each other they’re
willing to move mountains to simply see one another—
you won’t even pick up the damn phone.
you played me like a fiddle and then
broke the bow, but I'm still making sweet melodies
and going farther than you ever dreamed.
i was young and foolish,
mesmerized by your foreign taste;
you left me cold and curious but
i don't blame you.
good girls are just bad girls
who don’t get caught
you turned a child into a ghost
left to linger amongst hollow graves,
and then you tried to revive her
with spare change and empty bullshit
but you were too late.
she was already dead.
how can i spread my wings and fly
when you’re the dead weight at my ankles?
the first day i saw you the word 'wow’
echoed in my head; you make me see
the world in technicolor hues.
how to be my loveri.More Like This
look me in the eyes and count the stars
that you see reflecting in their
faltering irises as my
pupils dilate to show you what’s inside.
hear the symphony that is my body:
the clicking of my tongue as I pull at
the hem of my shirt,
the silent whispers of my breath as I
exhale my butterflies,
the war drum beating of my heart
as it hangs upon my sleeve.
feel my hand tucked tightly
between the ridges and gaps
of your calloused palm like a puzzle piece
that doesn’t quite fit.
(leave your fingerprints along my spine
so that I may find you the day
you become lost.)
taste my name on your lips;
salty, sour, bittersweet.
savor each and every morsel
as you devour me
letter by letter,
limb by limb.
breath me in like the fragrance of a fine wine—
i am a smoke that
will soothe your senses and pull those
ever pleasant words from your
pretty little mouth.