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that live on though us
small words turning into larger fights
and lives changing as the days go on
We shall not live by any one who makes us
but by those who help us
and show us light
and life that is beautiful
by people who give us love and nothing less
it is something remarkable
a word so short able to change futures
able to change everything in one, two, maybe evan millions of lives
love is what i live for
and that wont ever change
Be YourselfUnmistakable feelings turn into shades of thick gray
that only get washed away with every other color in our life
feelings that ignighte only when touching
mirroring feelings seem to show any color at all
but when that color does show it controls us
and gives us meaning in a world that knows nothing at all
for we are all just small insignificant pieces of a puzzle
Make that color beautiful
don't let it be a gray
don't let it swash from you like dirt on your shoes
make it something to be proud of
and live to be what you want
not someone scared in the past
scared of the future
scared about what he wants or does
be yourself and nothing less than that
Make yourself meaningful
make yourself beautiful
but most importantly
Live forget and smileShatter this world we know as reality
make us numb to the fact of our own fears
and let us grow into our hopes
as we forget why we live from day to day
and belive in a reason to live in a year or two
Let us forget our self commitments and just live
take it day by day and live every day as if it were the last on earth
the shadows will never hurt you
they will only scare you
scare you into a realm were pain becomes your friend
and life is nothing more than a nuisance
Soft FootstepsSoft footsteps lead up to uncontrolable emotions
why am i this way
curently in a mist of confusion of myself
and left to die among the words that are mistakenly fogotten
Yet be myself i stand among people who i am not sure really care
i feel broken at times lost and confused
shatterd when moments before holding myself up
yet only by a straw
the strong shall live and the weak shall die
i have always learned
but i want to be one of the strong
yet findmyself falling into the weakness of myself
my uncontrolable anurisms
emotions and way of life.
I want to be diffrent
and lost among the seas of destiny
ready to land on somthing more than myself
to land hand have meaning once again
But who knows what shall come of thease days long ahead
only thought of by the passing moments
What Grace Gives us HopeWhat grace gives us hope
who shall give us truth
who shall shake us from the solem comfort of what we know and understand as ourselves
what shall make us forget the old shaken ways of the past
and let us live the life changeing events that are four out own good
W must live by the single threads of our fate
and forget outselves
and the way we live ow
We must become diffrent
not be bound by labels and things that hold us back
yet live by morals that are not easily shaken
With meI Miss you
i miss you a lot
but i dont want to
you were the world to me
but you let me down
and now im down
sitting on the floor
with my head in my hands
waiting for you to come pick me up again
but then again thats when you left me
when i fell
when i was alone and i needed you
with my hands up hopeing for you to pull me back
but you didnt
you walked away
and when i found somone to help me back for only a second
you came to and noticed that you wern't the only one who could help
but now im here
sitting on the floor
with wishes of forgettence and hope of somthing new
becuse i now know that you
dont want anything to do
Innocent boylost feelings
leave me hung among dead bodies
and a hope that is never ending
just seems to bring more and more pain into this fragile life
Let things be the way they are i always say
let them become you and shape you
but shape is not a problem for me
its a problem for them
Last thoughts dangling the motion of the dead
realize that you may not be strong enough in this big place
but then again who knows
the shadows drip among the rest of us
and make us believe that we are no longer ourselves
pain and suffering wanders over me
like the wishes of an innocent child to be something
a fireman a police officer or the president
not who they are in 20 years
the shadows are unmistakeable
and shatter me faster than anything else
let them become me
and hold onto what i am now
shine and blur the lines of myself
and let me be something more than just an innocent boy
because that innocent boy inside does not want to be apart of thi
Who KnowsThe young boy walks down the halls,
with nothing but strange visions on his mind,
ones about life soon to come,
people soon to be,
With each scratch he has
with each stab his heart has taken
and with everyone surrounding him saying its going to be ok
what does he do
when he feels like they are lying to his face
what if things arn't going to be ok
what if they get worse
Being HumanWhen does being human come into how you feel about your life
is it when you have your heart broken for the first time
or is it when you find yourself crying
no because someone has died
but you have inside
When can we stand ourselves up like our old army men
and continue to fight the everlasting war we know as life
When does love no long become something you look forward to
but something to fear,
something that your afraid of?
Is it when you heart has broken so many times that it feels like sand running through your fingers
or is it when you cant smile anymore knowing you feel the way you do
because of what someone said or did
Well i guess we will all find out
for ourselves someday
but for now i'm going to sit
and be quiet
because all those feelings have come to a screeching hault
and l am unmistakably
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
A Secret that she died withIceTear cried again,even if she did not tell other cats.She would always love ShardClaw,she could not hate the tom who hurt her so much even if she tried.
IceTear felt sick knowing the truth,she would always have a part of ShardClaw with her Literately.IceTear was pregnant with the toms kits.
A feeling of regret and shame washed over her.ShardClaw had not loved her nor would anyone love her or the kits.IceTear wanted to scream at the unborn kits in her belly for making her feel so ashamed of how she had loved the tom.
For the next few moons IceTear hid her pregnancy from others.One day IceTear found a way to rid her self of the shame and burden....Have the kits in secret and give them away.
IceTear had left the camp one day feeling the pain coming on fast.She hide away close to a cabin were TwoLegs would stay in the New-Leaf.IceTear gave birth to Three tom kits who looked like a perfect mix of her and ShardClaw.Feeling ashamed she found a TwoLeg and got the TwoLeg to pick up the
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
The Orange and The PigWhen Carrie met Alex
She was limping
And hurting more than her
Pulsing mind could understand.
And she saw him
And her immediate thought
Was to throw herself on him,
She could close her eyes and
Think of Momma when he hugged her.
And she vocalized all of this
Stretching out her blood stained arms
Towards his tall, suited form,
Which would of course become externally
When his mind caught her undeniable satellite signal.
When Alex met Carrie
And her distress
Spilled through the street
Like a tidal wave.
And she fell into his arms,
And the blood caused his stomach
To lurch out against his skin
And she said
'Please I'm dying'
In this Southern America type goloss.
And Alex was very confused,
But being the horrorshow young man
He was so painfully forced to be,
He knew he had to help.
And while he carried her
Through the streets going
Bog knows where,
His agitated mind reminded him of
A bloody warrior's heartWith front-held pain
I wandered the world,
Alone I walked
My heart gone grey...
Then I met her
Our meet by chance,
Her strain was worse
Than mine ever was...
Since our encounter
I vowed her aid,
My heart for hers
We'd share the rain...
My heart now aches
It slowly bleeds,
A warrior I was born
But now accompanied too...
A question with out a answer A man asked me a question
A tiny question
Why would you want to die?
I laughed at the man
I don't want to die
Thou i know for a fact
One day i will die alone
One day my life will be forgotten
I will be nothing
Even if you tell me others will remember me
The ones after them wont
Someday i wont even be a memory
I wished i was immortal
I in the end would be alone again
Every friend would die
One day even the world would die
I would always be alone
why did i want to die then
I told him even i don't know
Not-so Idle ConversationYou are like the sky in so many ways.
Let's begin with the fact that you, as a person, you are so vast. I could spend years talking with you and still not know the workings of your mind.
For the most part, you live your life underappreciated. People take you for granted, thinking that you are too common-place for their notice, when really, you are just way over their heads.
Sometimes anger clouds your countenance and rage flashes behind your eyes, but never for selfish reasons, for you are always practical and thoughtful of those around you. I also see you on normal days, the times when nothing clouds my vision and I see the true blue of your personality. People don't know what they're missing.
Your words. You choose them ever so carefully, always gentle and unsure like rain on a windowpane or a breath of wind. How refreshing it is to listen to you!
When night calls, you don bold colors, alarming shades of pink or red like sunset, a facade. A mask that men call "beautiful."
And drives away...Arms reach around a body so confused with stress she had no where else to go
as warmth drifted from the boy to the girl she pushes away
scared and hopeless he drifts to the side, not knowing what to do
yet as the shadows race upon his heart so soft
she turns and with back faced she fills the void of him with nothing more than meaningless work and countless hours of careful study
with a darkness upon his heart, he turned back around and walked away
as cracks shift and mold inside of his heart with every step further away
he slithers back into the drivers seat of his car as tears well upon his face
and drives away....
yet with pedel to the floor, he wishes to see her face once again
for he loves her, and everything about her
yet as wind smacks the ever warm redness of his cheeks
he doesn't look back
he knows she does not understand what she does
he only wishes
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