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I care but do you?My world
I have a world that changes
But a lot of the time it's gray
Cloudy I mean
And for one moment you brought me sunlight
And I want to retern it to you
I love you
Yes it's true
You act so happy
But your father beats you
I see the pain in your eyes
There was a light there and once I saw it go out
So at that moment I said what wrong and you said you don't need to worry
But I do
I would push away all the thoughts i have to die
Just to save you
I would die and fight to help you
But you won't do the same for me
Not once have you asked if I was ok
Just once you showed some affection
I still love you
It's not your fault
I was not ment for this world
No one loves me
And I myself will never be loved
I became so desperate
I let someone beat me
Just for fake love
I wish you could love me
But I hide it oh to well
You know I might just tell you
I'll write letters
And so on
I could care for millions of people
And not one cares for me
I am always alone
I tried to make friends just to be bullied
I shouldn't even talk
Look where it's got me
I was stupid
I gave my wings to someone
He hurts them
And he feels no pain
I feel the pain
People have tried to give me wings
But I just can't take them
I don't want people like me
A dull gray bird
Unable to fly
My purpose is to help others
But is gray birds we are the ones to die first
And I'm gray
So this is my pre note
For any pain
I'm gonna write Ben a letter an send it to him
I'm gonna write Audra
It maybe all
That maybe something's
DarknessI sit alone
In the darkness
Maddness eating my soul
Little demons scare me
They scurry around in the dark
No one would care
If I died
I will never know
I'm a grey bird
My colors dull
My song silent
If someone loves me
Say it now
Before the darkness kills me
Before I die
Anyone who did care
I'll see u when I fall asleep
Cause I won't be wakeing up
My true feelingsWhat this world is....
Something that give pain
Something that gives happiness
The prize is love
Or the price is pain
I live in pain but smile still
Why do I do that
Can't I just show my pain
But I can't I can't bear bothering people
I smile but it's not real
I don't cry
I don't laugh happily
It hurts when people push me aside
It's like I help you and then you do this
I tell my closest friend I have suicide thoughts
She dosnt care
I tell a close friend a guy
He dosnt care
I'm going to tell an old friend that I fell in love with
I don't know if he will care
I hope he does
I hope he cares a lot
Cause if he dosnt I'm gonna do it
I don't know
But if that's what happens this is my note
My family will find it soon after I hope
I entrust a red bird to tell them
It's simple I live in gilroy California
Ask te people you will find them but if not
I just can't
Can't be a helper anymore
I'm tired and I want to sleep
Who do I love (Prolouge)Maka woke up to after haveing a nightmare of the Kishin hurting her. When she jumped she grabed her side and screamed. Both crona and soul rushed in ( crona moved in with soul and maka after the Kishin was defeated) soul walked over and asked " what's wrong are you ok". " ya I'm fine I just had a bad dream" maka said with a sigh. " what was it about " crona asked as he walked over to the other side of the bed. " The Kishin was hurting me, more of a memory though". Soul got up and without a word left. " Hey crona what's up with soul." "Well he has been really upset since you got hurt, well he is more upset about that topic." " Why it wasn't his fault". "He is just mad about how he couldn't help you that all he could do was lie there and listen" " oh" maka felt bad soul had been knocked out but could still hear. " I'm going to go to bed maka" " NO!!...uh um please stay." "U-uh o-ok.." Crona got under the covers and maka lied on his chest. C
Her name was Genesis part 3Genesis was on the ground in pain. She got up with her last strength and ran to the nearest house. She ran in , there was a couch, a game system, etc. she walked over and passed out on the couch. She woke up to majoras mask on the screen of the tv. She plinked and saw something come out of the tv. She jumped out of scarce, in moment there was a ghost dressed as link. She said" who, who are you". The ghost looked puzzled and then said
"Ben, what's yours"
"Genesis and where am I"
" your in my friends house" Ben replied. Genesis passed out on the couch. When she woke up there was someone playing on the game station and then she herd " she is awake Jeff"
She sat up and saw a smiling face. " Genesis asked what are you so happy about"
The boy said " I'm stuck like this forever do you have a problem with that"
" no,no just curious what's your name sir"
"Jeff but most people call me Jeff the killer though" . Ben was smirking in the corner and said " I
Gentleman at my Side -UsUk poem request-Alone in the woods I was,
Height of the tall grass,
Clouds and wind that would pass,
Then you came along,
As well as another fellow,
Both lean and hair of pure yellow,
The dressier and taller man
Offered me a lovely plate of food,
He was handsome with a charming mood,
You couldn't compete,
Nothing to brag or show,
Yet I took your hand and didn't let go,
You had much in your heart,
Always me to smother,
I was proud to call you my brother,
Then you began to come home bloody
From all the battles that you would contradict,
Without a word I knew I was the conflict,
A gentleman so sweet,
Tender and love that can't be beat,
From smiles and laughs
To the blood and gore
Has begun our war,
All I wanted is my freedom,
But you wouldn't let me break,
Giving you an endless heartache,
At war we are,
Our jackets torn and stained,
Yet liberty must be obtained,
I'm not a child or a brother,
We can't live in this friction,
You can't die
Mothers YearMothers Year.
Our biggest fans and critics.
Even if we don't want to admit it.
Sometimes it may seem she's against you.
But her intentions are never meant to hurt or prevent you.
Her only aim is to love and admire.
She doesn't expect you to do everything she requires.
Her assignment is to teach you how to survive.
She will struggle just so that you are not deprived.
She will ground you and pick you up when needed.
As long as you are happy and content her job is completed.
Constructed to protect and provide.
Faithful and loyal and will always remain at your side.
She will guide and give advice.
To come to your aid she will not hesitate to think twice.
Created to nurture and criticize.
She will always care for you even when you fail to realize.
You are her sole main cause for concern.
She will devote all her time to you and ask for nothing in return.
Designed to praise and applaud.
She is willing to spend any amount on you even if she can't afford.
One day isn't enough to show your appre
Coming Out: Not An Option
Coming Out: Not an Option
I've given hints,
Been honest about most things,
Asked what you would do.
You replied about being okay with it,
That I'd be restricted on friends,
And the disgust on your face shows your lies.
Loosing friends to be truthful,
That's not an option to me,
So I guess I can't trust you.
If there's a price to pay,
What's the point,
But nothing's free.
So I'll lie,
If a fake life is what you want,
Here you go.
Take it willingly,
You can't tell the difference,
You don't know me,
Because you'd yell at me.
Life of a Soldier--------------------------------------------------------------
Life of a Soldier by Illscarlett:
I'll sleep tonight but the war's far from over,
Tomorrow is no guarantee,
If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.
The moon glistens a peaceful light,
I'm far away, so far from your sight,
Don't cry because I'll be fine,
I can't guarantee, but tonight I won't die,
Rest your eyes, believe in me,
Believe in the soldier I have come to be,
Don't reminiscence the past, the times before,
Dream of me walking back through that door because,
I'll sleep tonight but the war's far from over.
Don't be frightened, don't be scared,
Worry about me not, I'm prepared;
To fight again, each and every day,
The fire within my eyes burns bright,
Destroying all my enemies in sight,
They will die in pain, and die in fear,
Baby, don't worry their deaths are near,
As one day mine will be because
Tomorrow is no guarantee.
Your beautifulI want to tell you every day,
that you're beautiful and I hope that every time
I say your beautiful, that
it's meaningful to you.
As a poet I'll take every opportunity to
take the misconstrued word we know as beauty,
and make you see it the way God sees,
who defines it perfectly,
and the definition is you and me.
You were made and seen as beautiful by the most
beautiful and flawless being ever known.
As we've grown we've relied on what we see
every day. Rather than on the God to whom
we pray, who tries to tell you in different forms
and different ways
that your beautiful, always.
You didn't come into the world with make up
You didn't come into the world by accident or luck
You didn't come to the world with a "perfect weight"
Your image reciprocates the God who hopes and wants
us to know, we're covered and full of beautiful.
God was careful to design every part,
your body, your soul, your personality, your heart.
They say beauty fades and dies,
but in the eyes of God,
there are no lies,
Tears and Me
H</b>umans are humans [Or are we grueling gremlins?]
On this small little planet we named, "Earth" [The pits of our mirth]
We all been through the same predicaments
And what we all have in common is that we're beautiful diamonds
Glinting like a trillion stars
In the ruff between the Sun and Mars
We all have made our mistakes
And we all will learn from them, just not with haste
But let us not cover up our past with our hate
For someone else of the same or other race
Now even though I'm fifteen, I'm just a little girl
With a mindset poisoned by the words of the world
I'm one of those hopeless cases
To where society has gotten to them
Who do they want I, Jazmine, to be?
Obviously, not me
My blessing [emotivity] is my curse [sensitivity]
And it's turned my life upside down for the worst
For I care too much about what people think [their shit-talking streak]
And the ocean of tears come faster as I sink [tears written in ink]
I want to run
Thorki: I will never lose youThorki : I will never lose you.
Loki sat at an chair bounded, Thor sat right for him. Loki was waithing for his punishment, the only thing he could think about at the moment was that he would gett an punishment that would die him.
"Why do you always make it so hard for yourself?" Thor asked sillently. "You also can just come back by us. I just miss the time we had togheter, brother." Thor said and looked in his eyes. Loki looked like always a little angry.
"Father will arrive in a few minuts and say what your punishment will be." Thor said and looked to the door. Loki couldn't do anything, he couldn't talk to him, he couldn't move, nothing. So he did his eyes close and tried to sleep.
"Loki! Come with me! I whant to lett you see something." Thor run to Loki he catched his hand and walked with him to the bridge.
"You see brother! The bridge is made again afther years had passed." Thor said and pointed his finger to the portal and the sea. Loki tried to smille a little.
"Should we maybe
Okay?I would never hurt you
I would never use you
I love you
And you have the ability to save me
From the darkness
You are falling
Into the darkness
But I will give you my wings
I just learned to fly again
But I would gladly give my wings for you
I would risk my life
I would die
Your only gonna live for so long
So don't hurt yourself
Talk to me
I can listen
I can hide away my pain to help you
Cause that's how much I love you
Just saying your not alone in this world
In this world we are in my suide is pitch black
But your is dark gray
And I need to save you
Before your like me
With no emotions really
I ounestly don't want you like that
I don't wanna get all in your bisness
But I need to save you
So I must pop the bubble a little
But before I help you
Would you do the same for me one day
When you finally realize
I'm in the pitch black area your coming to soon
So I must use the shadows to stop you
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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