Ivory white and thin
written on and labelled
paper
darkness hangs above
and underneath resides
my weary eyes
ivory white and thin
written on a labelled
paper
an outline of bones
mere cartilege and calcium
enveloped by skin
I guess this is the price i pay for loss of control
a mind i can't think with
reasons i don't know
i never wanted this
i need to conceal this
longing to
hoping to
but my will is shaky
my insides are breaking me
maybe i could thin myself
just a little more
so i might disappear
along with these feelings
perfect doesn't mean secure by beaut122mistake, literature
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perfect doesn't mean secure
trying to be viewed as a perfect girl
straightening out all your curls
slipping deeper into your forged life
hoping no one will see right through your lies
or your disguise
do you think it's all worthwhile
this is one time
where you can't find
any reason to believe
you're who you are
and not somebody else
you can't trust yourself
the story that you'll never lead
the person that you've never seen
the life that you have come to call your own
you can fake it for the world to see
but you're not fooling anyone at all
or even yourself
the places that you'll never be
the people that you'll never please
the life that you have come
you finally got to me by beaut122mistake, literature
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you finally got to me
your eyes could paint a,
thousand lies,
inside my head,
my faith is dead,
and yours to find,
I may be lost,
but never behind,
where did you stray me from,
because I swear these crossroads,
held an answer,
if I was earth,
and you the sun,
then there would be reason,
our paths were drawn,
I need stability,
because your walls,
are paper thin,
and heavy words,
engage the vacancy,
that creeps within,
truth is anchored,
in a thousand lies,
in the mirrored movement,
of the tides,
the ocean gray,
has tattooed every,
polished vein,
breeching the safety,
of my mind.
if i wasn't already so remote and blank
i would translate my endeavors into mental rapture
or at least appease the patient abyss
i was once a star in nothing less
than the greater landscape of the sky
whose darkness relished my ambers prisms
through the prescence of livid beams of light
my tapered points had reason to distinguish
purpose for existence
an entity conscious of midnight's gaping eyes
and i let myself fade into eternal blackness
a gravestone tucked sweetly behind casting shadows
Softness of azure; the edge of the world
Here, the sea seamlessly meets the sky
Firmament heaven lightly surrounds you,
running fingers through your hair
Lift your head up towards the fleeting sound of birds
This is what I feel is best for you
And if you love me, I dare you to fly
far away from here, far away from here
Sail away, along the wispiness of wind...
... and tears.
I just had to put my dog to sleep a couple weeks ago. Her name's Shadow and she was the best little dog in the entire world. Shaddybaddy is just a nickname; what can I say it rhymed. She's had diabetes for a couple of years now, had a heart problem (irregular heart beat), and was blind and almost completely deaf, but she still lived to 13. Her organs finally just gave out and she refused to eat because she couldn't keep anything down. My parents and I couldn't keep her alive like that just for our sake. I like to think she's in doggie heaven chasing rabbits and where there's no diabetes and she can see and hear everything.
love and miss you
I'm going to try to keep submitting stuff on here, but my mind is in so many other places right now. I don't know what to do.
My entire life is falling apart apart and I can't pick up the pieces fast enough.
I need something, anything. Friends? I have a few, but I don't talk to many people because I don't want ot get hurt (or find out they don't care). I can't keep living like this - I can't function like this - I can't even call this functioning.
And the worst part?
No one understands.
I guess all I can do is hope for the best...
and I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
in the city I built up and blew to hell
I'm
I haven't been on here in forever...my parents didn't really like it so I stopped submitting stuff for awhile. Anyways, all else is well. The only purpose of this entry is to say I'm not dead so I'm done now.
sarah