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My FairytaleMy fairytale world,
never will be true.
But in my fairytale,
I'd like to have a prince,
And he'd be just like you.
In my fairytale world,
magical creatures would be real,
Nekos, werewolves, and vamps,
maybe shape shifters too.
I'd have all I'd ever need,
to get me through the years.
And I would never have
to even shed one tear.
My best friend would be a ninja,
so lithe and swift.
I'd be the best archer ever,
I'd have a special gift.
everyone looks up to me.
When I walk in the room
That is how it would be,
in my fairytale world.
But this is reality,
and it cannot be unfurled.
.:TheWayIFeelWhenILookAtYou:.When I see his face it makes me smile
Even when I'm in denial.
I though you felt,
the same way I do.
But then I found this to be untrue.
When I see your eyes it makes me grin
even though I am not thin.
Does that matter to you?
Does it make a difference?
I guess not because
you don't like me anyway.
When I see your hair it makes me laugh
you shake it so it looks unkept.
But I like it that way
the way it glows
But that is something you will never know.
When I hear your voice
I get butterflies.
The same way I do
when I look in your eyes.
Some day will you feel that too?
The way I feel when I look at you?
.:Your Love Is My Drug:.Ke$ha sure knew what she was taking about,
my heart races, my palms sweat,
I feel lightheaded, you're not just a threat,
you're an addiction.
My eyes are red,
and I can't fall asleep,
even though at the end of the day,
I always feel beat.
My head really hurts,
not to mention my heart.
I guess I'm stupid to want you,
totally not smart.
.:Learn to Let Go:.I need to let go,
I know you feelings,
And you know mine too.
If you are going to,
you probably would have done it by now.
I said I'd let go,
but it was harder than I thought.
I tried and failed.
my heart is distraught.
How long will it take for a callous to form,
over the wound that you left in my heart?
I hope it's soon because
it's a pain that no one should have to bare.
Why Do We Celebrate?Your birthday is coming soon,
and you're really excited!
One more year older,
and all your friends are invited!
One year closer to a car,
and a license to match.
closer to college,
where there are as many guys as you can snatch!
how when your young you celebrate getting old.
But when you're old,
you wished that the years hadn't gone by so fast?
So maybe when were young,
we shouldn't celebrate our birthday,
but enjoy the last day of the age,
that you'll never be able to enjoy again anyway!
Don't Wanna Be BurntI want to be the type of girl,
that doesn't need a guy in her life.
I want to be independent,
I don't want any strife!
I want to be the type of girl,
that doesn't need to be completed,
with her missing puzzle piece.
I don't want to be cheated.
Is it cuz I'm scared?
I don't want to be scared!
I want to be the type of girl,
who doesn't need to be paired.
I want to love,
but I don't want to be hurt,
because I've tried,
and it burnt.
.:Mine and Yours:.People say you're a little insane,
but i think you're just sane enough.
People say you're hideous,
but i think you're quite handsome.
People say you're annoying,
but you're not to me.
People say you're not right for me,
but i think we could be wonderful.
People say we wouldn't make a good couple,
but i think they're wrong.
People say you have no soul,
but how would they know that?
People say things to convince me i'm wrong,
but i never listen,
because it doesn't matter what they think.
The only opinions that matter,
are mine and yours.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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