His world had turned to ash: thick and black that seemed to cover every inch of the plains he stepped on. Sometimes it drifted in the air too. Toxic. Suffocating him from the inside out…tighter, tighter…tighter. Surely it was impossible to fight? Surely he would never be able to breath again. He could feel the soot burning his throat. No matter how much he tried to stop the inhalation, tried to crawl on his hands and knees, the cloud pressed down on his shoulders endlessly. Every time he tried to speak the words trickled from his mouth in a cloud of black vapour and joined the looming demon. Buckled knees and he would drop to the
Maybe you knew how I felt about you,
Maybe you were clueless…
Let’s say you knew…
You would find my heart
And twist it every time I saw you:
They were your butterflies.
Twisted and traced
With the sparkling of your eyes,
Because of course
That was enough.
Let’s say you were clueless…
That way to be looked at?
I had it, because you gave it to me.
I wonder how many people noticed?
I know one did.
But you never said anything…
Surely you must have seen
How scared and how hopeless
I felt in your presence.
Shattered shells lay scattered around
Me constantly – never knowing
Where to step…
If you
Under the angry red glow that glared at him,
He hid away – playing peek-a-boo with
A tree trunk.
And there she was…
In her wistful grace, she glided evermore
And he could see the roses blush
With the sheer excitement of wonder;
There she was.
Roses bloomed and warped
Into that angry glare above,
Yet she smiled endlessly.
Was she looking for something?
She was still there…
How her voice would ring like bells
And filter through the trees,
To his ears and to his bones:
There she was.
Her voice lifted and carried him
To her…
And the roses floated calmly
On the deep blue-green.
She walks in and around endlessly
In search of him and the deep blue-green.
But little does she know – as she goes on
And on; he watches from afar.
Weeping willows hang their shrouds,
Brushing her cheeks to say hello.
Crouching beneath their whispers;
That if she listened close, they would tell…
Hushed secrets pass between,
And she tells all, of the deep blue-green
In which she swims and drowns quite happily…
He still watches from afar.
Rolling river, off it goes…
Kissed with sunlight sparkle
On a route to her unknown;
The second of the deep blue-greens she loved…
He still watches from afar…
You escape me…
A wind that blows around me,
Untouchable.
Why must you taunt me?
Somehow you float
On both my shoulders;
Soothing simmers
Of your incandescent whispers.
Will-O-Wisp you float away,
Or perhaps my words carried you
Into the rose sky
And I stood alone…
You died in my arms,
But I can still
Feel your breath
– on my skin.
The wind tickles playfully on my skin
As it tempts me out towards uncertainty…
Luring echoes in a fit of white noise
Bumbling bounds around the brink.
Rolling waves beckon from beyond;
Lift a hand and lend it out to me
Stepping tentatively – pulls me in
And wraps an arm around.
Serenity.
In the crashes, cries and cracks.
Still, bobbin along as the
Gusts poke and prod and drag
To the horizon.
A boy did lay upon his bed
He was all wrapped up: warm.
His family know not of his
Unending awful pain.
Now as this pain did grow and fester,
Quiet he did remain.
His friends, they were no better…
Perhaps he exists in vain?
We talk about 'normal',
But do we really know what normal is?
Our selves are normal to us,
And everyone is different.
So, what does that say?
Some of us spend our days trapped,
Inside the cages of our minds,
Held like a prisoner,
And no one comes to visit –
They don't know.
People shrink themselves away,
Until they become shells,
Friends, family, don't think to call,
Shouting, screaming...please, please,
Hear me.
Why can't anyone see?
What this shrinking cell,
Is doing to me.
Maybe one day,
You will understand.
Sometimes it’s hard for us to find
Our way out of the pit.
We can’t ensure our state of mind:
This solider is unfit.
God gives his hardest battles to
His strongest soldiers
Dear Lord, is that really true?
Are you watching this soldier?
I am not sure if I believe
Everything that I heard,
Some poor beggar man’s fantasy;
Your stories told to me.
This soldier who is no longer
Did not need your rescue –
The hardest fight comes from within
And this was now their time.
It's funny, I didn't really see this coming...
With my track record I guess I should have,
But hey, how would I tell you anyway?
In this world, you're always by my side
Our paths never going to collide
No matter how much you mean to me...
We've grown you and I,
and we share things others can only hope to
because they never seem to understand.
I slipped my arm into yours
...oblivious then.
Naive. Denial? Maybe...
I dread that awful pit
Falling...falling...
Without you to catch me.
Please tell me; there's something
you know...that I don't.
I've told you before...
I wonder sometimes if you know me too well
and I you
for us to ever change.
His world had turned to ash: thick and black that seemed to cover every inch of the plains he stepped on. Sometimes it drifted in the air too. Toxic. Suffocating him from the inside out…tighter, tighter…tighter. Surely it was impossible to fight? Surely he would never be able to breath again. He could feel the soot burning his throat. No matter how much he tried to stop the inhalation, tried to crawl on his hands and knees, the cloud pressed down on his shoulders endlessly. Every time he tried to speak the words trickled from his mouth in a cloud of black vapour and joined the looming demon. Buckled knees and he would drop to the
Maybe you knew how I felt about you,
Maybe you were clueless…
Let’s say you knew…
You would find my heart
And twist it every time I saw you:
They were your butterflies.
Twisted and traced
With the sparkling of your eyes,
Because of course
That was enough.
Let’s say you were clueless…
That way to be looked at?
I had it, because you gave it to me.
I wonder how many people noticed?
I know one did.
But you never said anything…
Surely you must have seen
How scared and how hopeless
I felt in your presence.
Shattered shells lay scattered around
Me constantly – never knowing
Where to step…
If you
Under the angry red glow that glared at him,
He hid away – playing peek-a-boo with
A tree trunk.
And there she was…
In her wistful grace, she glided evermore
And he could see the roses blush
With the sheer excitement of wonder;
There she was.
Roses bloomed and warped
Into that angry glare above,
Yet she smiled endlessly.
Was she looking for something?
She was still there…
How her voice would ring like bells
And filter through the trees,
To his ears and to his bones:
There she was.
Her voice lifted and carried him
To her…
And the roses floated calmly
On the deep blue-green.
She walks in and around endlessly
In search of him and the deep blue-green.
But little does she know – as she goes on
And on; he watches from afar.
Weeping willows hang their shrouds,
Brushing her cheeks to say hello.
Crouching beneath their whispers;
That if she listened close, they would tell…
Hushed secrets pass between,
And she tells all, of the deep blue-green
In which she swims and drowns quite happily…
He still watches from afar.
Rolling river, off it goes…
Kissed with sunlight sparkle
On a route to her unknown;
The second of the deep blue-greens she loved…
He still watches from afar…
You escape me…
A wind that blows around me,
Untouchable.
Why must you taunt me?
Somehow you float
On both my shoulders;
Soothing simmers
Of your incandescent whispers.
Will-O-Wisp you float away,
Or perhaps my words carried you
Into the rose sky
And I stood alone…
You died in my arms,
But I can still
Feel your breath
– on my skin.
The wind tickles playfully on my skin
As it tempts me out towards uncertainty…
Luring echoes in a fit of white noise
Bumbling bounds around the brink.
Rolling waves beckon from beyond;
Lift a hand and lend it out to me
Stepping tentatively – pulls me in
And wraps an arm around.
Serenity.
In the crashes, cries and cracks.
Still, bobbin along as the
Gusts poke and prod and drag
To the horizon.
A boy did lay upon his bed
He was all wrapped up: warm.
His family know not of his
Unending awful pain.
Now as this pain did grow and fester,
Quiet he did remain.
His friends, they were no better…
Perhaps he exists in vain?
We talk about 'normal',
But do we really know what normal is?
Our selves are normal to us,
And everyone is different.
So, what does that say?
Some of us spend our days trapped,
Inside the cages of our minds,
Held like a prisoner,
And no one comes to visit –
They don't know.
People shrink themselves away,
Until they become shells,
Friends, family, don't think to call,
Shouting, screaming...please, please,
Hear me.
Why can't anyone see?
What this shrinking cell,
Is doing to me.
Maybe one day,
You will understand.
Sometimes it’s hard for us to find
Our way out of the pit.
We can’t ensure our state of mind:
This solider is unfit.
God gives his hardest battles to
His strongest soldiers
Dear Lord, is that really true?
Are you watching this soldier?
I am not sure if I believe
Everything that I heard,
Some poor beggar man’s fantasy;
Your stories told to me.
This soldier who is no longer
Did not need your rescue –
The hardest fight comes from within
And this was now their time.
It's funny, I didn't really see this coming...
With my track record I guess I should have,
But hey, how would I tell you anyway?
In this world, you're always by my side
Our paths never going to collide
No matter how much you mean to me...
We've grown you and I,
and we share things others can only hope to
because they never seem to understand.
I slipped my arm into yours
...oblivious then.
Naive. Denial? Maybe...
I dread that awful pit
Falling...falling...
Without you to catch me.
Please tell me; there's something
you know...that I don't.
I've told you before...
I wonder sometimes if you know me too well
and I you
for us to ever change.
Walking in darkness
the thought of light
is but a fond memory
We're right on the razor edge
I can still feel you
Are you still with me?
These thoughts of mine
won't leave me be
Turn the lights back on
because I want to see your face
one more time
Before the world fades to black
One more time
One more time
one last time.
Love riddled my heart with dreams.
Dreams that turned to dust with each passing lover.
Happiness riddled my heart with hope.
Hope that died with each heartbreak.
Lovers riddled my ears with pretty words that turned into lies.
Lies that spoke of beauty that was meant for someone else.
The mirror showed me the only truths.
The mirror showed the sadness behind the eyes.
The mirror never told riddles of things I didn't understand.
The mirror never forgot to see.
Hey guys, I know it's been a while, I've just been really swamped with coursework and exam preparation at college :(
Just thought I'd say, it's amazing how far the smallest of compliments can go to improving your mood :)
Oh my god, just wanted to say a quick thank you to all of you lovelies on dA because I have just reached 1,000 page views. Hehehe, seriously thank you so much! :D :tighthug:
So I got tagged by ~KayyVenom (https://www.deviantart.com/kayyvenom) to do this thing, and honestly I don't usually like doing these because I have to tag other people, but I thought it would be a nice opportunity to tell you lot a little bit about myself ^.^ (but I won't tag other people because I always feel like I'm being really annoying xD).
~ Moi ~
1.) I'm half Jamaican and apparently for people with my surname (which is French :)) there is an island where only we can be buried, which is ridiculously cool :D. Apparently, my great, great grandmother (there may be another great needed, I'm not entirely sure xD) was some form of royalty in France.
2.) I have a condition