We can see clearest
through the prism of our tears.
And honey, there is no fighting
all of these fears.
if you piled up your beasts,
could you survive a toe-to-toe?
Oh, no, no, no....
We're all dirty little liars,
looking for the next shot,
the next break,
next big thrill.
Shoot my full of
Nitroglycerin, I don't wanna
feel a thing.
Break my bone,
and my heart, my soul.
Kill me
for
your
dirty little kicks.
Cuz baby the best side of life
if the part where we die.
So dig me six foot ten
so i'm lower than all of my friends.
I'm just a passing sideshow
to an empty auditorium,
no autographs,
no pho-photos
It was just after our first kiss that you
began to push me away.
If we were farmers, then
it was a bud blasting open
to show off satin petals mounted
in an Amish green. But it wilted before
we could even take a picture.
Whatever I was thinking, whatever
train was rolling through,
it slammed into a wall, flew right off the rails,
someone call 9-1-1, we have an emergency.
I was foolish, thinking the thief you are
could climb the fences and walls I'd
built and laid out,
But you just dug a pit.
For me? For you?
We both fell out.
And we shouldn't be doing this,
I shouldn't feel like this,
but your stare's making my i
The rain clung to the glass. The chilly winds splattered the panes on one side, the other side fogged under my breath. Beyond the glass, the taxi driver opened his door, scurried to the trunk, hefted out a more-than-overnight bag, then rushed to open the cab door. First came a polished black boot cloaked in dark denim strapped in leather. The steel toe made a soft landing in the dewy grass, the man's shirt pushed against his thin frame in the wind. The shoulders were already darkening with rain.
He snatched the bag from the ground, handed the driver a wad of crumpled bills in his pocket, and marched to my front door. I stayed seated, watc
We can see clearest
through the prism of our tears.
And honey, there is no fighting
all of these fears.
if you piled up your beasts,
could you survive a toe-to-toe?
Oh, no, no, no....
We're all dirty little liars,
looking for the next shot,
the next break,
next big thrill.
Shoot my full of
Nitroglycerin, I don't wanna
feel a thing.
Break my bone,
and my heart, my soul.
Kill me
for
your
dirty little kicks.
Cuz baby the best side of life
if the part where we die.
So dig me six foot ten
so i'm lower than all of my friends.
I'm just a passing sideshow
to an empty auditorium,
no autographs,
no pho-photos
The lights were dim and music blaring
when I saw a girl who started staring.
Her eyes struck with me a gaze worth sharing,
eyes that whispered I have a heart worth sparing.
Eyes That Pierce by NOTHINandEVERYTHING, literature
Literature
Eyes That Pierce
She stares at me with a look of unease, afraid of the words I may choose to release or choke back down my throat. I'm terrified of how this will change our relationship; alter our future down an unknown path where one wrong turn will surely lead to disaster. I frustrate her with my inability to open up and make myself vulnerable around her but the only thing I fear more than losing the chance to see her smile dance across her face again is the chance I may never make her smile again. Once someone has seen the most beautiful image to ever grace their existence, they begin to crave it and if it fades away, so does their hope of ever witnessing
Hello all.....About me? um....I'm a writer over artist, so my writing is stronger, in my opinion. I do a lot of poetry, but I may find time to write short stories for you. And since this is Deviant ART I'll make an effort to get actual pictures up...Anyways....why'd you even read this?
Current Residence: A house, somewhere. Favourite genre of music: Rock and Metal of all kinds, Alternative Favourite style of art: Anime, I guess....I dunno Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Sandisk Shell of choice: Mussel shells Skin of choice: Mine? Favourite cartoon character: Does Link count? Personal Quote: Today sucked like a cheap whore in a hurricane.
Favourite Visual Artist
Vladimir Kush, creyk
Favourite Movies
Kiki's delivery service
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I tried to list them. I ran out of space really quickly.
Favourite Writers
Cynthia Leitich Smith
Favourite Games
Any of the Final Fantasy Crystal Chronical games
Favourite Gaming Platform
Gamecube! But I'm not picky, videogames are videogames!!
Cuz I felt like it.
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
How do you feel today?
Follow Me Down- 3OH!3
(you and my both, Nat. you and me both.) ((natasha is my name for my phone. don't judge me.))
What's your outlook on life?
Super Psycho Love - Simon Curtis
(not bad, love really is crazy)
What does your family think of you?
Disenchanted- My Chemical Romance
(So, I'm not that happy. yea yeah.)
What do your friends think of you?
Price Of Company - White Tie Affair
(gee. thanks, guys.
I'm into my writing again.
Back into bundling up in the corner of my room and going unseen for hours like I usually do this time of year, which can only mean new 'masterpieces' are coming along.
I was thinking about making a new account too, since I almost feel I've out grown this one.
I don't have active watchers who'd mourn my submissions,
all the people listed under watchers are people who know me, and only added me because that's courtesy when I added them.
The trouble is they were good to begin with and I am not.
Either way, I'll make my decision by the New Year, because if I decide so, this account will continue to exist, but