ill stop doing that i promise


Catching SeptemberI was thirteen when dad dumped me on Aunt Jessies porch, her house smelled like cats and sometimes in the mornings she would leave cigarette ashes on the breakfast table. Jessie had three rules. One, Sunday mornings were dedicated to church. Two, no smoking in the bathroom. Three, if you get into trouble find a way out yourself. Most of my years with her were spent reading about a far off place filled with dragons and magic. I even started calling myself a witch, hexing people who made fun of me, and putting curses on my teachers when they werent looking, but like any other child I grew out of it. Which is just a nice way of sayinCatching September


Mirror Mirror on the WallMy thoughts are possessed by hatred. Watching as my spitMirror Mirror on the Wall
rolls down her face.
She silences a sharp cry.
Shoulders slumped, matted hair; is it ignorance, or just stupidity that drives her to meet my eye?
Her eyes stare down at me; disgust is written on her face. Pure loathing twists though her eyes, burring deeper into mine.
Trying to look away, I have no power. Walls crash down in my head as I break.
Regaining control only to fall on my face. Watching myself struggling on the floor &nbs


DrowningMy eyes do not drop the tears you have made. They grab onto the moisture, trying to keep them inside; traitorous blink.Drowning
This tear does not run down my cheek, it crawls at a snails pace; screaming to the world my true feelings.
Letting my hair fall over my face, trying desperately to hide this
mountain of water slowly trailing down my cheek.
It leaves a burning trail, commanding my hand to move, demanding my retaliation. I refuse.
After an eternity
the drop reaches my chin, Leaving moist skin. I hear i


Keep off the Grassa light breeze flows by gently touching the tops of the grass bent down by an unknown power helpless the once proud blades are crippled the wind does not know how hard the grass worked it just flows footsteps rattle the ground stalks that once reached so high now quiver to their roots suddenly the world is gone bodies are torn from their brothers crushed, and mangled shoved beneath the dirtKeep off the Grass
standing stiffly the old man turns away
making sure to step only on the dirt he murmurs quietly the gentle wind picks up his voi


Closet MonstersThere's a monster in my closet Who sleeps with weary eyes Keeping one always open To see what lies outsideCloset Monsters
There's a monster in my closet With a rotting wicked grin He chases all my dreams away And fills my mind with sin
There's a monster in my closet Black as black can be Blends in with the night The shadows hovering over me
There's a monster in my closet I could kick him out But when I'm the one alone He's there without a doubt
Maybe not that much wannabe afterall..
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The most interesting thing you can do in life is end it.
I haven't outgrown my fascination with them yet.
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...that's when I know I am addicted to deviantart green. When I can't get to it.
I went and tried to fav your piece "art" again. I like it that much. Guess I was in such a rush trying to absorb and get that chain deal going I forgot the specifics of your writing.
Thanks for keeping your very complimentary post about me up there. I have got to TURN OFF THE COMPUTER, no, no....YES, YES~
you know those arguments in your head?
I put a little touch of my writing/illustrating out last night, under my latest two new ones.
Computer
So, I knew trying to incorporate one of those would never work, in time. Even though I really tried. I will keep making those baby steps. I hear even the snails made it to the ark before the flood.
The little emoticon is how it was for me trying to get that entry in before midnight Aug 31. I finished it 14 minutes into Sept. 1.
Doesn't matter because I looked at the entries in that fantasy contest and it is the totally wrong one for me anyway.
My INTENSITY would have stuck out and just embarrassed me. I don't aspire to do what they do.
What those fantasy people do is amazing, beautiful, love to look at it, have NO desire to do it. So I'll look around. I don't know the exact number, but there are PLENTY of clubs.
Did you read "The Shack"? If you do, tell me what you think.
So, school?
In my humble opinion, I think WANNABE does not belong in front of poet up there. You have the best I've read. Serious.
If you have time to read what I wrote in the 2 pictures about INTENSITY let me know if you can follow it, or what you think.
Say hi to your Mom,
We still pretend not to know each other, har, har.
mel
anie rogers
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nope i have yet to read the shack because i got sidetracked with beowulf
haha my mom says whaaaaatttt??
bec
mac lean
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I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrent for being. I need no warrent for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.
Ayn Rand
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RULES:
1- You can bite the person who bit you!
2- You -MUST- bite 6 other people, at least!
3- You should bite them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random bites are perfectly okay! (and scary)
5- You should most definitely get started right away!
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am one (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!) If You Get 7 Back You Are Powerful creature!
1-3: you're a ghoul
4-6: you're a were-cat
7-9: you're a were-wolf
10-& Up: you're a vampire
Rawr. XD
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... snaps at your arm
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I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrent for being. I need no warrent for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.
Ayn Rand
avatar made by *XXMCR-DevotedXX
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break me, take me, help me to forget all but you.
tell me, compel me, to where you are, help me near your heart....
-chasing jonah
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