I grew up in a small town surrounded by cornfields
and cows and not a whole lot else.
It’s just like the movies – football games Friday nights,
children playing in the backyard, life still untouched by the Big City.
You can always catch a friendly smile or wave and hear
“you’re Katie/Brad’s little sister, aren’t you?” everywhere you go
and yes, you know who got busted at that party last weekend
three days before the paper did.
What they don’t tell you is how damn suffocating it feels
to deal with the same people you’ve known since the day you were
born who won’t let you move on fr
love is butterfly kisses and sweet nothings whispered
into eager ears, tingles in your toes and
warmth in your heart.
it's nervous, shaky hands joining, a silly feeling in your tummy,
quick glances across a space much too big, brushing
fingers as you pass your romeo.
it’s a four letter word that's easy to pronounce
but difficult to say.
sometimes, it's infuriating, hostile arguments and hesitant
acceptance that you're not always right, hushed
apologies, teary-eyed 'it's okay's.
other times, it's clichés; kissing in the rain, pebbles on your
window, laughing at his stupid jokes because
everything he says is funny to yo
her name was crystal. by LithiumsDream, literature
Literature
her name was crystal.
he fell for the girl with chalk-white skin
and fingers as cold as ice.
her lips were sweet like cotton candy,
her tongue tasted bitter as black coffee.
she had eyes as clear as glass,
like crystals, transparent to the core.
she was perfect in spite of her flaws,
a risk that was worth the reward.
she was a train wreck, tragically beautiful,
leaving destruction in her path.
(you’re not good enough. you’re not worth it. you deserve this.)
poisonous words float through your fragile, broken mind,
a war being fought on a battlefield made of glass,
ready to shatter as soon as the first shot is fired.
bombs in the form of the faces of your loved ones;
the tragic realization that neither side can win
when the only one you’re fighting is yourself.
I grew up in a small town surrounded by cornfields
and cows and not a whole lot else.
It’s just like the movies – football games Friday nights,
children playing in the backyard, life still untouched by the Big City.
You can always catch a friendly smile or wave and hear
“you’re Katie/Brad’s little sister, aren’t you?” everywhere you go
and yes, you know who got busted at that party last weekend
three days before the paper did.
What they don’t tell you is how damn suffocating it feels
to deal with the same people you’ve known since the day you were
born who won’t let you move on fr
he didn’t buy her flowers or candy
or take her to fancy restaurants and outdoor theatres.
he couldn’t find the way to sweep her off her feet
with a simple pick up line.
he was flawed
but she loved him just the same.
she loved his eyes
sparkle or no.
she loved his lips
whether or not they showed teeth.
she loved him even though he was like the seasons.
one day feeling as though he was suffocating
like the air of a summer thunderstorm.
the next as cold and sharp
as winter air.
your words, like heartbeats,
are soft, rhythmic.
the sound, comforting.
your eyes, like stars,
are captivating.
your gaze, like lightning.
you are my idea
of beautiful.
this isn't a love note.
this is everything i want to say,
but can't.
i would never tell you how many
texts were left unsent,
how many words left unspoken.
i would never tell you how
even when i can't find any
other reason to smile,
you find a way to make me.
i would never tell you how
that passing glance in the hall
lifts my mood, and my smile
becomes real for once.
i could tell you that you're sweet,
too sweet for your own good.
i could tell you that
hello, love.
there will be days that it feels like this.
please know that you are not worthless.
please know that you are not alone.
please know that you are loved.
it gets better.
it will be okay.
that does not mean every day will be easy, but that reminds you that you are alive:
the ache in your chest is just a ghost of the miracles of your lungs, your heart, your veins, your bones, and - perhaps especially - your mind.
you are alive.
never forget that.
never lose sight of that.
never give that precious gift away.
you have a story to tell and people to love.
let that help you breathe.
it was a warning. by mybeautifulparanoiax, literature
Literature
it was a warning.
it was a warning.
not a caution or stop sign.
a simple warning, spoken word.
this won't work out,
it's not possible.
a warning not wanted to be heard.
a warning ignored.
we can make this work.
nonsense.
complete, utter nonsense.
complete, utter bullshit.
excuses.
too, too many excuses.
your lips were the best liars
i had ever met.
how much of what you said was truth?
how much of what you said
were simply meaningless words
used to use me?
i don't know what to believe,
what to trust.
who, who, who?
my mind is a mess.
tangled, i can't form words.
i can't form thoughts or actions
or emotions or anything of use.
it's all
Let me tell you, I know Hell. Hell is a place of unbearable heat, where hopeless souls are forced into meaningless labor, in this particular case, walk around in bizarre patterns while playing instruments. In case you haven't guessed, I'm talking about High School Marching Band. I had been absolutely apposed to the idea of marching band, because it wasn't required for my level of band. Additionally I really sucked at playing Clarinet when I was sitting still, despite my seven years of it prior. Unfortunately for me, my parents were dead set on making me go. Now as anyone who has ever been a kid before, knows about the Parental Override
I know no one cares but I randomly decided to come back to Deviantart today. It's been over a year since I last posted so I'll give you some updates.
- I graduated high school May 27, 2012
- I did absolutely nothing all summer
- I moved into college August 25, 2012
- I'm still doing absolutely nothing in college
yeah that's the whole past year terribly exciting I know. Anyway I mostly just wanted to say that wow, people are still favouriting something I wrote when I was like a sophomore in high school and it's terrible but wow thank you ALL for it, it makes me feel really good inside :)
[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[x] You own a credit card.
[x] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[x] You've done your own laundry.
[x] You can vote in an election. (In the next election I can ha)
[x] You can cook for yourself.
[ ] You think politics are interesting.
TOTAL SO FAR: 7
[ ] You show up for school late a lot.
[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.
[ ] You've never gotten a detention.
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[x] You like to take walks by yourself.
[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up.
[x] You dri
EMO
[x] I cry a lot.
[ ] I go to local shows.
[ ] I wear black everyday.
[x] I write sad poetry.
[ ] I play an acoustic guitar.
[x] My favourite bands include: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, or Panic! at the Disco. (All three! Liked them a lot more way back when though)
[x] I self mutilate myself.
[x] I think about suicide or death often.
[x] People have told me to cheer up.
[x] I cry when I see dead animals.
[ ] My myspace pics are black or white or angled.
[ ] I wear many band shirts.
[x] No one understands me.
[ ] I don't talk too often.
[x] I look down when I walk.
[ ] I wear black eyeliner.
[ ] I have an ex I still c