Untitled As Of Yet--Ideas? by imdead13579, literature
Literature
Untitled As Of Yet--Ideas?
Waking up with only one certainty:
I've gotta get out,
Gotta see, if there's anyone that can make me
Smile like I mean it, break hearts like I used to.
Anyone one outside of this town
That can compare to you.
Cause the Jersey shore
Calls for something more
Something more concrete...
This your song, not the last one,
Break it in two.
Cause these empty words, these fragments,
Don't have the strength to touch you.
Quite the way my shaking fingers want to.
This is dedicated to that girl.
The one who teases and terrifies.
Who runs around with no make up on
And t-shirts in the snow.
But she can make me
Smile like I mean it,
Miki smile.
It's been so long since you meant it.
Miki dream.
Cause all this time you've been worth it to me.
And while the sun burns others to dust,
While silence turns the stars to rust.
I know... we'll watch and smile.
Because there's more to best friends
Then inside jokes, but they help to pass the time.
And we'll set sail on an ocean of excess.
And reclaim the world from the lies.
We can do it, we'll pull through it...
Miki laugh.
It's a cure to depression
A thrilling exception.
Miki wait.
There's no rush to grow up.
We'll take our time and leave their frowns behind.
Cause no one knows our secret...
Because there's mor
To Write Love On Her Arms. by imdead13579, literature
Literature
To Write Love On Her Arms.
There's a word on the tip of my tongue
Rolling off the edge
Till it imprints itself on your skin.
Love is written on her arms.
Bold and black
And impossible to ignore:
A seal, a promise.
Let this movement burn into your heart.
And heal all your scars.
Because you can't be as intoxicated by the pain
As I am by loving you.
Feel me soak through you
Through the layers and the smudges.
Through all the things you think, and say
Towards you, bright and glowing.
I don't know you,
But I want to.
You are worth this movement,
This devotion.
This love.
Tell me nothing is wrong
That we're victims of circumstance
And inaccurate forecasts.
Promise me,
That all the empty promises
Could mean something.
Convince me of the best
Though we're living in photographs
Frozen in silence and stutters
As you undercover
All this wasted time.
You're a broken record
Skipping and tripping
Over yourself.
And I've heard these lines
A thousand times
It's my most repeated mistake
Cause it's my favorite lie.
Convince me of the best
Though we're living in photographs
Frozen in silence and stutters
As you undercover
All this wasted time.
Perfection's a scar
And this is a bruise.
It aches in t
The kitchen table was hard and cold beneath my hands, I traced the grain of the wood with one finger, concentrating on the swooping patttern, not the expression on my mother's face.
I had just come out of the closet.
How do you start a conversation like that? "Hey Mom! How's your day been? That's great. Can I go over to Ben's house later? And oh, while I have you here, did I ever tell you that I like to kiss other boys?"
She staggered into the seat opposite me, face buried in her hands. I wanted to sigh but didn't dare make a sound. I could still taste the words on my tongue.
I Am. Gay.
The sentence that everyone faces with awkwardness.
We're kissing cheeks on Wallstreet
On sidewalks wet with sweat and city tears.
And in the puddle of a streetlight we'll watch
As Time Square sets the world on fire.
We're taking our time.
Cause New York looks so good in your eyes.
We're taking our time.
Cause I know exactly where to take you
These streets are as familiar as goodbyes...
We'll call all cars to the worst part of town
So they won't look for us in Brooklyn.
And we'll jump the bridge like city slicks
And make our way back to Manhattan.
We're taking our time.
Cause New York looks so good in your eyes.
We're taking our time.
Cause I know exactly where to take you
The
Keep Looking At Me Like That by imdead13579, literature
Literature
Keep Looking At Me Like That
I can feel it in your breath:
Every quaver, every hesitation.
While our fingers tangle and tear
Stumbling over too obvious variations
Of what comes from just friends.
Give me a day. Just one day
And let that be the one example necessary
For our uncertainty just intoxicates me
Can you handle me under the influence?
I promise youll be the last note of this song;
Watch it reverberate across your skin.
If this sigh could last til morning,
Are you sure thats a race youd want to win?
Chorus
This town isnt big enough for the tension.
And Im beginning to squirm
Under the constant exp
AgeHasMoreToDoWithScars by imdead13579, literature
Literature
AgeHasMoreToDoWithScars
Disaster strikes tonight in Minnesota
Midwest memories knocking on my door.
Assaulted by scabbed knees and complications,
I lay face down on the floor.
Your skin tastes of songs I wish I''d written,
Of hands we never should have held.
If you''re going to waste your time
can I waste these words as well?
You and I are so deliciously awkward.
So out of touch and set in our ways.
We''re purposefully adolescent in our touching
But so adult in the things we say.
This is the first and last song
I''ll ever write for you
So I''ll try not to jinx this verse.
Cause it''s hanging on your every word
And screaming like a siren.
That''s mos
Untitled As Of Yet--Ideas? by imdead13579, literature
Literature
Untitled As Of Yet--Ideas?
Waking up with only one certainty:
I've gotta get out,
Gotta see, if there's anyone that can make me
Smile like I mean it, break hearts like I used to.
Anyone one outside of this town
That can compare to you.
Cause the Jersey shore
Calls for something more
Something more concrete...
This your song, not the last one,
Break it in two.
Cause these empty words, these fragments,
Don't have the strength to touch you.
Quite the way my shaking fingers want to.
This is dedicated to that girl.
The one who teases and terrifies.
Who runs around with no make up on
And t-shirts in the snow.
But she can make me
Smile like I mean it,
Miki smile.
It's been so long since you meant it.
Miki dream.
Cause all this time you've been worth it to me.
And while the sun burns others to dust,
While silence turns the stars to rust.
I know... we'll watch and smile.
Because there's more to best friends
Then inside jokes, but they help to pass the time.
And we'll set sail on an ocean of excess.
And reclaim the world from the lies.
We can do it, we'll pull through it...
Miki laugh.
It's a cure to depression
A thrilling exception.
Miki wait.
There's no rush to grow up.
We'll take our time and leave their frowns behind.
Cause no one knows our secret...
Because there's mor
To Write Love On Her Arms. by imdead13579, literature
Literature
To Write Love On Her Arms.
There's a word on the tip of my tongue
Rolling off the edge
Till it imprints itself on your skin.
Love is written on her arms.
Bold and black
And impossible to ignore:
A seal, a promise.
Let this movement burn into your heart.
And heal all your scars.
Because you can't be as intoxicated by the pain
As I am by loving you.
Feel me soak through you
Through the layers and the smudges.
Through all the things you think, and say
Towards you, bright and glowing.
I don't know you,
But I want to.
You are worth this movement,
This devotion.
This love.
Tell me nothing is wrong
That we're victims of circumstance
And inaccurate forecasts.
Promise me,
That all the empty promises
Could mean something.
Convince me of the best
Though we're living in photographs
Frozen in silence and stutters
As you undercover
All this wasted time.
You're a broken record
Skipping and tripping
Over yourself.
And I've heard these lines
A thousand times
It's my most repeated mistake
Cause it's my favorite lie.
Convince me of the best
Though we're living in photographs
Frozen in silence and stutters
As you undercover
All this wasted time.
Perfection's a scar
And this is a bruise.
It aches in t
Bloodlust
1st Send me to hell!
Cause theres no place like home.
And lies are over,
Theyre overrated.
And irony begins to take form,
Filling the cracks of the everyday norm.
It stabs like a dagger and sounds like a gun,
But in the darkness theres no place to run,
From cruel words or silence,
It all spells out violence.
The screams, the screams!
C/ Tell of everything that I hold dear,
Tell of every song youll ever hear.
Of the scars on my wrist,
And the razor in your hand.
Of the scars on my wrist,
So it begins again,
An endless cycle,
That I try to end.
Overcompensating,
For my faults.
Desolating,
Heart of hearts.
In despair I cry aloud.
Searching for exception
I never found.
Societys deception,
Stains my tears.
They said itd be dissimilar,
Contradicting my fears.
But this school is as familiar,
As the one that made me cut.
I thought Id found sanctuary
But no such luck.
They said the switch was necessary,
My parents, they agreed.
And so my wrists continue to bleed.
Desolating,
Heart of Hearts
I write this when I am happy,
A rare event I am sure.
But as I write the feelings ebbing,
Nothing left but stone.
I smile in the hallways,
Wave at my friends as I go,
But inside I am feeling,
Like I am left alone.
My head trysto find logic
But my heart is still confused
I, who have everything,
Can still feel used.
I know there are people out there,
Off a lot worse then me,
I know their souls are battered,
Battered so all can see.
I know they have the courage,
That seems to have deserted me
But I try to move on,
I try to be strong.
Nothing left but stone.
plz note: this was written at 2am and when I poseted it this m
The water soaked through
My skin.
To the soul
Beneath.
And my converse
Disturbed the puddles and
Danced.
So erratic I couldnt stop.
I lie.
I didnt want to stop.
Cause dancing in
The rain with you.
Felt so much like before.
We held
Hands and laughed.
Cause what else is there to do.
We should be in class.
We should be alone.
We should grieve
And get
Over.
But isnt this so much better?
To go dancing in the rain?
Isnt it so much better?
To pretend?
To play the game?
The concretes hard.
I want to fall
But you catch
My hands.
And I wonder
Why saving me was
So easy.
Just then
We only slightly sober
and insecure all over.
No time
Just dirty sheets and cigarettes.
And i know none of us will make it
(not close enough to taste it)
out.
To that coveted pollution.
So when you're done dragging the lake
For corpses i know are gone...
Maybe we could take a drive?
Rev the engine just a bit.
Cause at this rate...
Zero to sixty could take us thirty years.
I'm never sick of summer
Until i see you.
Cause that lighting does wonders
for your scars.
Accentuates and fluctuates.
Glitter and gloss can't hide that
anymore.
So baby,
rev that engine...
And lets pretend this isn't a love song...
I know how much yo
The world held its breath tonight
Beneath the pale demon sky,
And we wished it was all for us.
The downpoou it unleashed within us
Crashed against regrets that held.
Deep within,
A diamond scratched the glass chamber
And our souls trembled.
But not with fear.
Our eyes leaked.
But not with tears.
For all that remained
Rose up in rebellion.
Even those that do not speak
Hear the whispers.
Not a warning perhaps,
But cause for caution.
Do not fear the end
If you must, fear,
Fear the means.
For distance has been placed
And weighed
And measured.
Just as we all are at birth.
And begun.
Just try being mad or sad or frustrated while wearing yellow. It's impossible. Yellow reminds me of porch swings and my grandfather and warped tour and butterfly kisses. It's a hug from your best friend, holding someone's hand during a scary movie. It's a smile that turns into a laugh. It's going trick or treating when you know you're too old. It's singing in front of people instead of just in the shower and not fucking up. It's a silence that goes on for too long but is broken by a corny joke. It's a pick-up line that works. It's the last thing I want to see before I go to bed.
It's blinding
Favourite genre of music: I'll listen to anything. Really. My frank Sinatra CD is right next to Lyle Lovett and The Sword Favourite style of art: Impressionist. And though I hate to admit it: Industrial Pop Art. Operating System: Windows Vista. Though I'm a Linux kinda girl. MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Mosiac. Favourite cartoon character: Wile E. Coyote. He should have won. He deserved it. Personal Quote: No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.-Sartre
Favourite Visual Artist
I'll be honest. I know very little about art.
Favourite Movies
Horton Hears A Who. Fuck yes.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I prefer not to indulge in favortism.
Favourite Writers
Terry Prachett though I am quite partial to Molier.
Favourite Games
Teken 5. Or Pokemon Gold.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PLAYSTATION BITCHES.
Tools of the Trade
Alverez Acoustic guitar. My toshiba satellite A305 and my min/heart/soul.
Other Interests
I play guitar. I can write all day but never be a writer. I love the sound of snow...
This may sound cliche, but isn't it true that you don't miss something until it's gone? I think so.
My brother's back.
Phil is back.
Miki is still too hard do see but soon.
Speaking of Phil, he's a jerk, but he says the sweetest things sometimes. We're completely abusive to each other. Why is it so much fun? Why does he make me smile? Why do I save up stories the entire day, just to talk to him? Why do I let him?
Speaking of Miki, I love her guts. Everyone needs to know that. She's awesome and even though sometimes I wish she would tell me what was wrong, I know she is so fricken strong that nothing can touch her. Even though she doesn't
P. and I broke up. For real this time. It was a horrible case of wrong time, right person. We both still have feelings for each other, neither of us wanted it to end. But it had to.
It got the the point where we never saw each other, we never talked. And when we did, we had nothing to say.
I didn't want that kind of relationship. I was his girlfriend in theory only. And just us caring about each other wasn't enough.
So after yet another thing was cancelled, I called him up to explain all this. I'll admit I was selfishly waiting for one of his magic solutions. Anything so it didn't have to end because of this. But he didn't have anything to
Let's just get a couple things straight. For the record.
1. I HAVE THE BEST WIFEY IN THE WHOLE FRICKEN WORLD. She is the Bonnie to my Clyde. The star to my burst. The Double Stuff to my Oreo.
2. My freshman is completely and totally awesome and despite his nipple games I adore him.
3. I am starting a pantless community. JOIN ME AND WE WILL RULE THE WORLD.
4. I am going to fail my CompTIA A+ certification exam. Badly. Bomb it. Shit out answers.
I think that's it.