Did you love her like crazy?
Her treacle hair, stained glass eyes
made you so crazy, you cried
How much was she worth to you
then
and how much is she worth to you now?
How much justice did your heart allow?
Together sewing your quilt of life
(the floral pattern for happiness, the thread for strength and hope,
and the snags for strife)
In the middle was sewn a beautiful white bird (for eternity)
Daringly you attached
a patch
of woven rainbow (for the wealth and fortune you'll never have)
The needles snaps and breaks out the single dove
It comes to life, and lives (for eternity) for your love
And away into the clouds
But return
Do you think this is funny? Do you think this is good?
Drowning in all your petty sorrows,
and dismissing all of your tomorrows
as the same as today...
All as "grey" as your heart
And you'd like to think the universe
is out to get you constantly
Go, trusting no one, turning your back
on them all. You're losing your love...
...and you're losing the knack.
The sky is always as grey as your heart
(or, today, deepest black?)
You say you're at your happiest
when you are sad,
when you are "depressed"
Then tell me (with your bruised mind)
How can a heart be HARD as STONE
and still beat; and still breathe?
How can you feel happiness
My skin grey and withered
Beneath it, veins twist and gnarl
like meandered rivers
Occasionally,
my heart
quivers,
and snarls,
And I feel a pang of life
so familiar to me from years ago
in my youth
how I miss it
How I miss being able to run again, laugh again, and on THE PATH TO THE GRAVE
the only things I have to keep me company are bare winter trees and rusty wedding rings,
stuck to my grey withered fingers...
The nurse nailed my windows shut in winter
But it makes me feel trapped...
My house is a prison
and I'm going to die
How I miss being able to laugh, how I miss the ability to cry
Behind the thick wooden boards
I can
Blood Sport_Beautiful Heart by Bigskit, literature
Literature
Blood Sport_Beautiful Heart
The beauty in the baby,
skin gnarled like oak and glowing like moon
Can see the sun but not share the same sky
Baby, don't cry; you'll see through soon
There's beauty in the baby,
with it's blue eyes twisted into knots
Can hear the laughter but not understand
Sleeping in tired, knowing cots
Blood sport for all the oblivious;
Let's play with your features?
Let's pull out your beautiful face,
let's stretch down your body of perfection
And burn your crib, lined with such fine lace
Stretch down, tear down your idolisation
Can YOU see beauty in this child?
Infant cyclops, lip curled into growl
The fingers stuck together, formed int
Hearts don't seem so sour anymore
And clouds have never been so light,
This poetry flows so freely
Because I'm in love.
I colour these doodle organs in red,
A shade once tainted so sour it was contaminated black.
I hope I wake up each morning now,
a feeling that is no longer negative... because I'm in love.
Flowers bloom to please me,
I take the time to take them in.
I no longer trudge, I no longer fall,
No longer do I stumble and ruin it all...
This poetry flows so freely; I can smile, it's okay;
Because I'm in love.
The harsh cold cannot kill my warmth;
the warmth that emits from my heart and soul.
I can find myself, I c
So we can go travelling
Where are we going?
Let's go on a road trip,
You can wear your carnivore dress
And I shall wear my favourite mask
Let's go on a road trip
And see the sun melt me away now
See my smile landslide down my chin
You've never loved me more
When I'm running for the bus
And I'm sweating
And the light glistens these beads
I bet you love me so much now?
So much more
It's still not perfect; nothing's
Ever right
I'm not in love anymore
I feel nothing for anyone
There's nothing for me
You sit high in the branches, in
Your carnivore dress
All that shines about you is your eyes
No nervous perspiration
No pani
"G-get away...!"
Me, a little baby in the bottle,
the fluttering of insect wings against the glass
match
the panic
of my heart beat.
Asphyxiating.
My hairless new-born scalp
bursts through the lacerations,
throbbing... throbbing, pulsing...
You can see it all move in there.
I'm a prodigy,
I -- the super hero!
Watch me dance my electrical skip
between the bottle's sides.
Grin wider, expand,
show me those pearly whites!
And I'm raising the bar,
hgher and higher,
screaming
(less teeth than you, I know...)
over the pulse that quakes the glass
and rattles me.
With fists clutching,
I let go of everything around... but th
Heeey.
So my gallery was in such bad need of a clearing out that I decided to give up and create a whole new account.
Yeeeah I'm lazy. :nod:
Thank you for all my favourites recently, and all my comments too -- they're much appreciate still!
But here is my new one:
~themonsterproject (https://www.deviantart.com/themonsterproject),
if you want to put me on watch here... that would be amazing.
Thank you everyone, I'll miss this account!
Biggy.
AND my town, Southend, has recently been announced as the town with the most smashed windows in the country.
...now THAT I can believe.
Oh, and the media exam went horribly wrong.
It was two and a half hours long.
Which seemed SO LONG
but it wasn't
NEARLY
enough bloody TIME
to do all the work that was required!
But I got to make up a film though. I called it "Ninja", and it starred Vic Reeves and Dylan Moran.
I also created my own television drama, about a printing company of which all the employees are MEN, and the arrival of a female worker leads them into utter CHAOS... resulting in them attempting to throw her out a window.
Bu
One more exam and then I'm totally shot of school.
...took it's time, eehhh?
Last exam is for media, it's two and a half hours long.
PAH!
I had more to say.
...well this is what I'm listening to::
Enter Shikari
SiKth
:( (pronounced "colon open-bracket, I love them I do.)
In Flames
Murder By Death
Coco Rosie
Summer now, aye?
How is everyone? :wave:
I love the bloody sunshine, me. :sunnysideup: