This is not right
This can't turn out well
This will come back to you
I made a mistake
I said yes
But just
Once
But now
I'm slipping
And I'm sliding on the
Ice.
I just need
One more
I'll give in
One last
Time.
One day
I know I'll make
It back up the
Ice.
I can feel it in me.
Deep in me.
Down in the pit of my stomach.
The opposite of butterflies
Rather little moths
Eating away at me
Ready to expose my soul to the earth.
I know one way to get rid of you
(must not)
(can not)
(will not)
Try to cope
Try to handle it
(breathe)
(breathe)
(breathe)
Where is my air?
Breathing should make this better
Why are my lungs still screaming
My chest continually heaving
Where is my air?
Failure to cope
Failure to handle it
(you are strong)
(you are strong)
(you are strong)
Close your eyes
Hold your breath
(one)
(two)
(three)
(gasp)
Repeat.
Redo.
Retry.
Feel that
Self-Harming, Attention? by DeathIsMine18, literature
Literature
Self-Harming, Attention?
She was seven, it was a Sunday. She can remember it clearly, even to this day, eight years later. He tickled her on the couch in the living room, and she laughed and laughed her smile so big she thought her face might break. He bought her ice cream after, from the ice cream truck outside the apartment. Strawberry shortcake, her absolute favorite. He tucked her in before he left to go back to his house. He never came back.
There was a wake, open casket. She could see where the bullet hit. His skin was a pasty brown color, but somehow he still had the glow he'd had that Sunday. During the funeral she went up to the podium in her Sunday dress
If only the return of a deviant
Could be one of a deviant master
That of one who's skills have been polished
And honed for the task at hand
If only the return of a deviant
Could be one of a deviant lover
That of one who loves great and hard
Prepared to defend those in peril
If only the return of a deviant
Could be one of a deviant artist
That of one who could create and paint for you
The elaborate pictures in her head
If only the return of a deviant
Didnt appear so ill fated
As he removes her shirt
She wonders
How did i get to be here
With him
Together
Going through their history
Through their friendship
Their relationship
She knows she's ready
That this is what she wants
There is no doubt in her mind
He kisses her
Gazes into her eyes
And what she sees
Is more than love
Its some alternate form of it
A form without a name
Pulling him towards her
She kisses him lightly
Letting him know its okay
There is a pause
Both their hearts are racing
Anticipating their next move
And they become one
Slight pain for her at first
Shock for him
And then magic
Perfection
Exactly how she imagined it
Wi
And when He made love
He pictured perfection
And beauty beyond believe
A bond between two living things
Never to be broken
Overlooking every mistake
Shining
From sea to shining sea
And then He made us
We are in no way perfect
How do we expect to recreate such beauty?
We try and we try
And still its not worked
But we feign it
Again and again
And it becomes pseudolove
Perfection in a nonperfect world
Who is He?
Does it matter?
This is not about Him
It is about the perfection I have found
In you
The beauty
The emotions resonating from this
Mess of matter
The feelings my heart is emitting
From this
Unperfected species
This is not right
This can't turn out well
This will come back to you
I made a mistake
I said yes
But just
Once
But now
I'm slipping
And I'm sliding on the
Ice.
I just need
One more
I'll give in
One last
Time.
One day
I know I'll make
It back up the
Ice.
I can feel it in me.
Deep in me.
Down in the pit of my stomach.
The opposite of butterflies
Rather little moths
Eating away at me
Ready to expose my soul to the earth.
I know one way to get rid of you
(must not)
(can not)
(will not)
Try to cope
Try to handle it
(breathe)
(breathe)
(breathe)
Where is my air?
Breathing should make this better
Why are my lungs still screaming
My chest continually heaving
Where is my air?
Failure to cope
Failure to handle it
(you are strong)
(you are strong)
(you are strong)
Close your eyes
Hold your breath
(one)
(two)
(three)
(gasp)
Repeat.
Redo.
Retry.
Feel that
Self-Harming, Attention? by DeathIsMine18, literature
Literature
Self-Harming, Attention?
She was seven, it was a Sunday. She can remember it clearly, even to this day, eight years later. He tickled her on the couch in the living room, and she laughed and laughed her smile so big she thought her face might break. He bought her ice cream after, from the ice cream truck outside the apartment. Strawberry shortcake, her absolute favorite. He tucked her in before he left to go back to his house. He never came back.
There was a wake, open casket. She could see where the bullet hit. His skin was a pasty brown color, but somehow he still had the glow he'd had that Sunday. During the funeral she went up to the podium in her Sunday dress
If only the return of a deviant
Could be one of a deviant master
That of one who's skills have been polished
And honed for the task at hand
If only the return of a deviant
Could be one of a deviant lover
That of one who loves great and hard
Prepared to defend those in peril
If only the return of a deviant
Could be one of a deviant artist
That of one who could create and paint for you
The elaborate pictures in her head
If only the return of a deviant
Didnt appear so ill fated
As he removes her shirt
She wonders
How did i get to be here
With him
Together
Going through their history
Through their friendship
Their relationship
She knows she's ready
That this is what she wants
There is no doubt in her mind
He kisses her
Gazes into her eyes
And what she sees
Is more than love
Its some alternate form of it
A form without a name
Pulling him towards her
She kisses him lightly
Letting him know its okay
There is a pause
Both their hearts are racing
Anticipating their next move
And they become one
Slight pain for her at first
Shock for him
And then magic
Perfection
Exactly how she imagined it
Wi
And when He made love
He pictured perfection
And beauty beyond believe
A bond between two living things
Never to be broken
Overlooking every mistake
Shining
From sea to shining sea
And then He made us
We are in no way perfect
How do we expect to recreate such beauty?
We try and we try
And still its not worked
But we feign it
Again and again
And it becomes pseudolove
Perfection in a nonperfect world
Who is He?
Does it matter?
This is not about Him
It is about the perfection I have found
In you
The beauty
The emotions resonating from this
Mess of matter
The feelings my heart is emitting
From this
Unperfected species
Slither shadow, slither...
The only thing more mysterious
than where you'll go is
where you're coming from--
concrete, metaphysical,
spiritual, emotional?
If only the eye of the
beholder could know.
Contract, shadow, expand,
form around a bedpost,
a window, the corners
of my mind--unspoken
thoughts have their shadows
too: harmful, hopeful,
opportunity knocks or
wanes. Which one is it?
Rithe, shadow contrive...
The only thing more powerful
than your existence is
what you spark inside--
Hope, wonder, fear, blunder?
What is it I really see here?
What debate shall it spark?
Pathos, Mythos, Ethos, Logos?
Whatever manners yo
Run Run Running
Where does it lead
This path Ive followed for so long
Its leading to a false destination
It leads to hatred
Stress
Concern
Stupidity
Why did I take it?
Was I lied to?
No
It was my own choice
But why?
Why would I choose such a path?
Was I confused?
Maybe
Was I not paying attention
Maybe
Was I hurt
Maybe
How about all of the above?
Yes
Theres no way I could be so careless
Maybe It has taught me lessons.
Maybe just maybe I should change
Enough to stop the aching
Enough to stop the insults
Enough to stop this insecurity.
Maybe with some help
Maybe with some sense
Can I be me
But a n
You guys thought I disappeared again didn't ya? Well nosiree =]
Just been without my laptop for a little.
So I sprained my ankle yesterday, being a complete and total clutz. I tripped and fell, no fun war story lol. On the bright side! I got a new job waitressing! Though I can't actually walk... But that's irrelevant =]
Hrm, my friends are jerks, I'm really irritated with them right now. I don't want to go into the entire story in my journal, but I'm really starting to rethink a lot of things. Not so much my friends, I love them dearly, but just my decisions and how close I keep them. They didn't mean to hurt me, and I'm pretty sure they s
I'm tired. Have been away from the comp, for awhile. House/baby sitting for my aunt. Watching a 3-year old and a 8month old tends to keep you from the computer for a little. I'm sneaking on for a second while they are finally asleep, but I'm actually exhausted so this is short and sweet.
Guys! I volunteers on the Rainbow Warrior III yesterday and today =D its the brand new ship in the fleet for Green Peace. If you don't know what Green Peace is you should tot's look it up cause they're fabulous. I will leave their link here because I'm sleepy and can't go into full detail. But more about that tomorrow (hopefully..) Goodnight!
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