The sky is falling
piece by piece
nobody shall
be left in peace.
Because it's falling,
drifting through,
descending clouds
and shards of blue.
A bird fell there,
a plane crashed here,
this land now cradles
atmosphere.
And all among this
panicked fear,
the sun can only
shed a tear;
For what is such
a star to do,
when our earth's world
is falling through?
a needle, thread, cloth,
and some polyester,
i sewed a doll
and named her esther.
she was so perfect,
colored bright
her cheeks were red,
her smile tight.
but one day by mistake
i dropped her on the floor;
my dog picked her up,
and dragged her out the door.
she was left on the pavement,
waiting in rain,
each drop was a tear
forming a stain.
ran over by cars,
squashed flat by each tire,
she stayed together by threads,
her situation was dire.
and then one day a bird took her,
for part of a tree's nest,
so she stayed there for a month,
and for that month she could rest.
but in house below the tree,
a barbeque was going
a needle, thread, cloth,
and some polyester,
i sewed a doll
and named her esther.
she was so perfect,
colored bright
her cheeks were red,
her smile tight.
but one day by mistake
i dropped her on the floor;
my dog picked her up,
and dragged her out the door.
she was left on the pavement,
waiting in rain,
each drop was a tear
forming a stain.
ran over by cars,
squashed flat by each tire,
she stayed together by threads,
her situation was dire.
and then one day a bird took her,
for part of a tree's nest,
so she stayed there for a month,
and for that month she could rest.
but in house below the tree,
a barbeque was going
our fiberglass hearts
were destined to break
splinters of yesterday
left in their wake;
these fragmented pieces
will not ever mend,
but i'll tape them together
and try to pretend.
his iridescent eyes
spinning circles
a deeper purple than the skies
from which he woke up,
fell into his disguise
of rainbow clouds and cherry palm trees,
of simple doubts and battle-scarred knees,
the world from which he came
as dull as the tattoo of his name,
across his iridescent eyes,
spinning circles
a deeper purple than the skies.
when you say 'best friends'... by FangsUpStripes, literature
Literature
when you say 'best friends'...
Dear Best Friend,
I meant it when I said it.
The thing is, I am stuck between a rock and a soft place that you've formed in my heart. It would not be so hard at all if the rock was not the person who had the rest of my love. But it is. And the way you talk about my rock, it makes me want to scream: it makes me want to scream, "THAT IS HOW I FEEL THAT IS HOW I FEEL THAT IS HOW I FEEL" and I tried to tell you once but it was just too much. Do you remember that song from 2nd grade about the bones? Well, the heart muscle is connected to the eye muscle, Best Friend. And I tried I tried so hard- to tell you the truth, but when I saw your ey
i don't want
this night
you here
all teeth
and heart
wrong direction
you're coming
all wrong
like a nudist
i forget
you're
beautiful
all deep
exotic wine
dripping down
the walls
you climbed
like nothing
had ever been so
before you
how terrible
i'd treat you
how long
i'd linger on
breaths
hold you
under
my tongue
like a
bird or a
word
i refuse
to let
go
Believe me, they're leaving lies on the table again
and between light and dark you can't see the sun
do you hear the words in my madness?
and here we go were seeing people again
they'll tell them I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy
oh no, i see the truth in everything I touch
And if this truth isn't maddening
then I'll tell you i don't know what is
'cause baby i just don't see signs, anymore
no lines to read between anymore
And the world's got you fooled again, again
there's no turning back, on
believing what you see here
it's all lies and such madness
lies and such madness, lies and such prowess
(the world's) got you fooled again, a
he is the type of man that wakes up at 2 in the morning to turn the light off in his daughter's room without noticing that she is not there.
the daughter is the type of girl who is never content- never content with being confined, never content with being free, never content with being home, never content with being just far enough away. she is the type of girl who is not in her bed when her father turns off the light, too busy with science experiments (what happens with just the right combination of drugs, dancing, and body heat?). she is too busy with the very best liar out of the herd of boys persuing her.
the good liar is only concerned
Current Residence: Middle of nowhere deviantWEAR sizing preference: X Small. Favourite genre of music: Many. Rock, indie, alternative, post-hardcore, acoustic pop. Favourite style of art: All. Skin of choice: ...what? Personal Quote: "And the tree was happy."
Hope you had a good one. :)
Even though it's really just annoying to us single people. >_<
"Hey hey hey, we have someone and you don't. Nyah nyah nyahhh!"
-_____-
And I'm sick, I gotta cold, :/
I went to an M.C. Escher art show today in Boca, it was really awesome :D
My mom had to go to the ER on monday for a bone marrow infection :O and she was expected to have to stay for 7-10 days, but the antibiotics worked really well and she only had to stay for a day. Everything's going better now :]]
Soon I shall upload my almost-finished drawing, I think it will look pretty cool. >:]
I'm so sorry
I've been gone,
I was busy
...doing nothing.
I wish I had a better excuse, I've been doing nothing, sorry for my month-long absence here. I'm not dead yet...!
...yet
Anyways, how are you all doing?
I am...surviving, I suppose. It was a bad week for me. I hope yours was better. x_x
g'bye loves :heart: