Scratch it,
You can scratch it.
Just stop sleeping,
You can catch it.
And while I watch it.
While I fidget,
Mind explosions,
I must inhibit.
All the pressure to exhibit
(it must be nice to cross the limit...)
Say say say,
What you do do do,
and I'll cry cry cry,
just like you you you.
And I'll die die die,
And you will see see see,
That your sigh sigh sigh,
Was not me me me.
And you thought thought thought,
But you were wrong wrong wrong,
And you were caught caught caught,
Though I'm not strong strong strong.
And I lie lie lie,
Because I stopped,
...stopped
...stopped.
We're in a red room.
In a bed room.
Dreams shattered on these walls.
I can see it hurts you.
But you were young too,
Too young to understand what was going on.
You took advantage.
And I made a promise to myself,
That I'd never tell you.
That I remembered what had happened.
And I'd never speak.
I'd never utter a single note,
Clenching through my vocal chords.
It simply got lost in the sound.
So in a red room.
In a bed room.
I learned it all.
I don't know if I should, dear by Clarity1404, literature
Literature
I don't know if I should, dear
I walked into this with nothing.
One way out,
and I might take the short cut,
through this entire hilly, valley.
One way out,
and I just might lose it all,
to a small thought that grew and grew,
until it just stopped.
I've got hope,
Yes, I've got hope,
for overachieving in this mediocre place.
I never liked hearing,
I wasn't ever good enough.
I've got hope,
I've got it all with,
a half-voice and half-guitar.
Phrases and memories,
Notes and sounds,
I keep telling myself,
I've heard it all before,
I've heard it all before.
It's the sounds,
and the smells,
and the emotions,
Of last year.
All neatly packaged away,
In a corner of my computer-universe.
Folded away in a file,
Waiting to be played,
And heard.
Those bouncing notes,
Float through this head,
And take up old spaces,
In a memory that's ever-failing,
To remember those important moments.
But then I realise,
Through their emanation,
and perseverance,
That I've unlocked a moment in my mind,
That makes me want to crouch and jump at the same time.
Go back to and leave behind all at once,
When we could get excited over newspaper clippings,
and lose ourselves music.
In my mind,
I've known before,
That everything isn't just,
a pros and cons list,
made to weigh out every decision,
to ever make.
Sometimes,
A flip of a coin is all it needs,
To keep someone sainer,
And a little wager,
Between the worlds of fate and free will,
Occur when the metal disk,
Flips.
And we see what's to be done.
Sometimes,
I've got nothing left to say,
Other than,
Don't decide.
Decisions always end,
In death.
And the world it waits,
For my,
Big mistake,
To make and break me.
Take and rape me,
Go and hate me,
I dare you.
And with the knowledge,
I see,
What's not meant to be,
And I'm helpless to everything around me,
Watching and waiting,
Fretting and faking,
And in losing and weeping,
I fall.
Has she ever dreamt of the end of me?
She thinks I'll always be here smiling,
Telling her pretty lies of happy thoughts,
Did I give her a shock when I showed her the blue?
Did she notice, it was of a darker hue,
Than what she thought?
Marilyn Monroe got a hold of me that night.
Her pill popping ways induced me to think,
Of something I still believe in,
But don't have enough reason for.
Because I seem immortal to her.
But one day if I'm not stolen,
I'll probably evanesce and dissipate,
Into everything around me.
Believing no more in the dream that kept me alive,
But the dream that threatens to kill me.
Overuse Of The Word Hate by Clarity1404, literature
Literature
Overuse Of The Word Hate
So consumed,
In the lies,
You create inside,
Your mind.
And when they disappear,
They come back again,
Only to knock you down once again.
I'd yell 'I hate you' at the top of my lungs,
If I believed it.
But if I hated you,
I would've left already.
I can't always be the sympathetic,
Apathetic, anaesthetic,
That you want me to be.
Because the water wants to kill me,
And I let it dilute me for everyone else.
I drove you away,
Because you drove me.
So begin to try and comprehend,
That the world has unnaturally disfigured it's normal routines,
Just so,
for a moment,
of a day,
We could see a smile on your lips,
And the voice
Isn't it funny how we know,
Yet we're still silent.
We see the ill,
Yet we do nothing to stop it.
We watch life go by,
And we waste it.
And pine and wonder where all the time went,
Getting meaningless tattoos,
Of a time once known,
Of a time once lived,
And shared.
Your first love,
Your first bliss,
Your first trust,
Your first kiss,
The apocalyptic ending of your vintage jeans,
And one-hit-wonders,
Alluding you to believe,
That you loved them for all eternity.
The nebulous notes,
Fading into an emptiness,
That gets placed in record books,
But never, till the end,
Never,
Until your end of fashion.
I'm not particularly,
Fantastically,
Anything.
I may love something,
But love does not make you good in bed.
Love is only your dream,
But I can't spend always and forever,
Dreaming.
They've all got niches,
Where they fit in,
where they were taught.
But I have no hope,
and I'm starting to wonder if,
I'll ever be completely happy.
I don't amaze you,
I don't amaze anyone at all.
I am the enrager,
Ruining it all,
For anyone with a clear path.
I think I'm leaving now,
I'll just go away for a while,
I'll be back,
maybe we can kiss and make up, then.
Because you know,
I have the love at least.
At least I think I do...
1 and 1/2 sachets, roughly, of dry yeast,
Make their way into a cup,
Of luke warm water.
A sprinkle of sugar.
Watch them,
They come alive,
Like little Frankensteins.
What have I done!?
Oh,what have I done!?
Added to my flour,
Mixed in with my eggs,
and vanilla and sugar and butter,
They come alive,
Rising from the dead.
I will have to do it.
I must,
I cannot let them live!
They shall multiply, and multiply,
And spread their conniving ways of,
The ever decieving yeast.
So they must die!
180 degrees, for good measure,
We'll give them their last breaths.
Rising, rising,
Expanding, expanding,
The ring of a bell tells me
Hello to everybody and nobody!
I seem to have dropped off the face of deviant art earth for nearly two years. I posted my "comeback" deviation today, hoping I can make this a more regular thing. I still came on here, and viewed new art, but the past two years, there have not been a lot of it being made by myself.
Nonethless, I hope this can be a new beginning of sorts =]
I realised...only moments ago how many memories I keep. I'm my own archivist. I have many things recorded and kept in papers and items. They're not in any order...I have a few spots for them. Many people would call it 'crap'. Even I call it crap somedays. My cousin called my room a museum when I showed him an unopened package of pyjamas I've kept in my drawers for possibly 7 years or so. I'm not sure.
I keep all these things, because I am afraid to forget. I write things down, so they'll stay forever. But lately I've been lazy with my memories. I mean..they've always been scattered haphazardly in boxes and drawers...but I;ve never just not k
I haven't blogged in what seems like a forever. Well, yes *reads side* since October 6th last year! It makes me upset that I keep the regularity on here like I used to. I go through phases it seems. I've always been like that, and sometimes it's depressing. It's depressing because when I get extremely involved in something, I know that more likely than not, it's just a phase, and it will pass, just like everything else has.
But enough of that upsetting talk.
I do have a new deviation up :-). I'm quite proud of that, just because I haven't posted something in such a long time, and I had fun making it yesterday. I think I'd be able to make a
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