High insight
How wonderful
Now I can see the truth
The ugly lie I lived
'I love you'
The cheek of it
The way I let you in
While she still shared your bed
I'm embarrassed
And I'm vengeful
You won't live this down
I'm was naive, but never false
You're a liar, a cheat, a fool.
So The Story Goes by worthitnotperfect, literature
Literature
So The Story Goes
If I die suddenly, without warning
I want to be proud, proud of what I've done and all I've got
I want to watch the movie of my life
and see that I did the best I could
there's never a true "happily ever after" ending
but I want to make the movie worth watching
But sometimes you know I sit, dead inside
and all I can do is write about this, my hopeless heart
and an incapability to let it love
Wishes upon stars never helped
I gave up after nothing was worth wishing for
From a cracked vision of life.
So I'm staring out the eye of an ever brewing storm,
closing in around me and my consciousness floating.
It's eye so sinister, p
In Mournful Remembrance by something44, literature
Literature
In Mournful Remembrance
A man is walking through the empty walkways of an abandoned cemetery. His coat is as black as the shadows around him. His hat is as battered as the burden he carries in his heart. He had pale skin, his bronze hair scrappily overlapping the glow in his eyes. He was rugged and alone while walking along the hallow chambers of remembrance. It was agonizing. He was tenaciously looking for a certain tombstone. While striding he catches a glimpse of a familiar sight. It was an old oak tree.
A dead grand oak is standing in the middle of the desolate cemetery. Its branches were dried and shriveled. It was clear that flames once set it ablaze. It had
These Memories We Hold Dear by something44, literature
Literature
These Memories We Hold Dear
Memories we hold
deep in our hearts
beating, to the same
beat, the same song
resonating above the heavens
filling our thoughts
the joys, laughter and tears
that brought us together
By choice. By a twist of fate.
Beholding our bonds
where destiny calls us
to be on the same ground,
striving to call out our cry,
our shout to relive,
reminisce the moments
weve spent, under the sun
where people stray. Memories
engraved deep in the chambers
of different individuals. F
Inch by inch I sauntered over
the empty halls of dissension,
perching.
In front of a mirror
staring scanning the scars
as I cautiously undress,
wounds apparent, my body bleeds
with every beating, every turmoil.
While my eyes dampen up,
filled with my tears,
colored of blood
dripping drop by drop
with every inch of breath
my body ponders,
the scars start to swell
Deliriously. Effortlessly.
As my flesh corrodes,
rancid smell withering,
my teeth cringes
with every sound, every
The game of blame has me all tangled up
My hands are itching to scratch and tug
I want to go back and never speak at all
I won't say yes, so they can't say no
His face was in my head last night
I can't think why, an age has gone
I'm not the sad little girl I was
I want to clean my paintbrush off
Extend my arms covered in black
I'll wipe the past out of sight
Out of mind and I'll be alright.
we must bring
our own light
to the
darkness.
nobody is going
to do it
for us.
as the young boys
ski
down the
slopes
as the fry cook
gets his last
paycheck
as dog chases
dog
as the chessmaster
loses more than
the game
we must bring
our own light
to the
darkness.
nobody is going
to do it
for us,
as the lonely
telephone
anybody
anywhere
as the great beast
trembles
in nightmare
as the final season
leaps into
focus
nobody is going
to do it
for us.
Shes got a hole in her heart which will be empty for the rest of her life. The throbbing torture will not end for her. You could not possible feel her grief, her endless affliction and desperation for something impossible. Her lose cannot be compared. The youth, the innocence, the sheer bliss. Its not blood, but unconditional love that exacerbates bereavement. And her love is purer than the cleanest mountain spring, deeper than any ocean on earth. Adoration which has made her famous. Infamous.
So stop your disgusting lies of cover ups and ill behaviour. It is sickening how you tell to the world your twisted views and cause her he
Betrayal of Morphine by jonathoncomfortreed, literature
Literature
Betrayal of Morphine
She was sitting beside the small boy's bed when he opened his shadowy eyes. The first thing he noticed was her hair: it was golden and glowing faintly. He couldn't remember if hair normally did that or not, but it hurt him to look at her; she, like sunlight, burned his eyes in the darkness. In the dim room, in his numb thoughts, the girl's hair looked like a halo, and he imagined he saw her unfold wings and fly away, but then he blinked and she was still there.
The first things the girl noticed were his eyes. They were dark and clouded with pain,