For What It's Worth by thelightthatfades, literature
Literature
For What It's Worth
She stands in solitude
amongst the silent serenade of emptiness
that brings breath to her skin
and the fear
that's pulsating through her core
and she's thinking of apple trees
and soft, white petals
getting tangled in her hair
the scent of summer grass and country air
but it's all lost
in her ongoing bitterness
The thoughts of him
prevent her mind
from mending her hear
how is it possible to miss
something that never existed?
She wishes she could forget him
but the sound of his voice
and the thunder in his eyes
still haunt her
apple petals dance from limb to stomach
and she finds herself
grasping at twigs of hope
but sh
I look out the paned glass
And the evening light is grey
The faded color of old pictures
Like the ones of us
From four years ago
We've grown in comparison
For better and worse
And I can't help it
The need to have that time back
Or is it the innocence I'm chasing
Only time and God can make us
Children again
The cold hand of glass touches
My cheek, soothing the skin
A gentle reminder of my own existence
And just how far gone I truly am
One bad decision after another
Too many times I've made
the wrong choices, and now
I've gone back to square one again
The Spring blooms a constant reminder
For each one of my mistakes
3 mo
I watch the old couple
As they walk hand in hand
Step to the sound of the love
They have built upon
I can't help but smile
Stare at those hands
Her smooth, pale palm
Clasped in his rough, cracked one
Worn from age and the care
He has given her
And I am blessed
To be a witness
Because it's sweet
Because it's hope
Because it's a testimony
That love is more
Than a figment of my imagination
And as I watch them
I see myself with you
And what the future holds
And I can feel your whisper
In my ear
And your rough voice
Choppy accent
Never sounded so sweet
As when it says three words
And I believe them
For the first time-
Somewhere underneath by thelightthatfades, literature
Literature
Somewhere underneath
"The light that fades?"
"Uhm, yeah..."
I close my lips on the words
threatening to come out
they struggle to explain
that it's derived from a song
lyrics about how even the most perfect beings
die..dust..gone fail
how somehow a few words set to music
can describe how broken I am
The words are pushing themselves
against my barred teeth
they want to tell you everything
confessions of the past
my stalker ex, my mom's verbal abuse
almost being raped
being taken for granted, underestimated
third in the class not good enough
for Ivy league
too good for community college
too poor
for art school
privat
Perfectly Damaged by thelightthatfades, literature
Literature
Perfectly Damaged
"At least the flashbacks have stopped"
I stop, mouth agape, confused
the sky is lit with colored sparks
each one emitting gunfire
and suddenly I understand
you're referring to the hell in Iraq
I'm not sure what's worse
imagining you ducking for cover
in an over grown sandtrap
or seeing the fear and refind honesty
in your eyes as they closely watch the sky
I have to look away
to keep the tears from falling
part of me wants to speak
but I know my voice is too fragile
all i can do is stare at the sky
and as I rub your back hoping to console you
I think of how much I want you
to know that I wo
I can feel the grit of dirt between my toes
And the rain is nothing more than a mist
Even though its pouring
Im soaked through my skin
But I feel only a slight caress
As if Im brushing against morning dew
I continue to pick the buttercups
They seem oddly full of sun
Considering the weather were having
Ill pick some rainbow
Petals of blue, white, maybe purple
You laugh at my pitiful
Almost beautiful bouquet
It reminds you of me
And everything you love
I realize how small and broken I must look
But you treat me like Im irreplaceable
Im some priceless gem
In your eyes
But you don
3
Sure, Jezzymyn wasnt sure of whom she was or what her power was, but the avoidance of inevitable death seemed to be a part of it. She loved how serene the city looked from the cathedrals roof and the way that stepping off the edge was like flying again. The wind seemed to carry her safely to the ground; body as light as leaves.
Of course the bookshop with the quaint little decal in the window was closed at this time of night. However, the owner was still inside stocking shelves and answered the door when he saw Jezzymyn. She had wanted to thank him, but all she could manage was a faint smile and a nod of the head. The elder
For What It's Worth by thelightthatfades, literature
Literature
For What It's Worth
She stands in solitude
amongst the silent serenade of emptiness
that brings breath to her skin
and the fear
that's pulsating through her core
and she's thinking of apple trees
and soft, white petals
getting tangled in her hair
the scent of summer grass and country air
but it's all lost
in her ongoing bitterness
The thoughts of him
prevent her mind
from mending her hear
how is it possible to miss
something that never existed?
She wishes she could forget him
but the sound of his voice
and the thunder in his eyes
still haunt her
apple petals dance from limb to stomach
and she finds herself
grasping at twigs of hope
but sh
I look out the paned glass
And the evening light is grey
The faded color of old pictures
Like the ones of us
From four years ago
We've grown in comparison
For better and worse
And I can't help it
The need to have that time back
Or is it the innocence I'm chasing
Only time and God can make us
Children again
The cold hand of glass touches
My cheek, soothing the skin
A gentle reminder of my own existence
And just how far gone I truly am
One bad decision after another
Too many times I've made
the wrong choices, and now
I've gone back to square one again
The Spring blooms a constant reminder
For each one of my mistakes
3 mo
I watch the old couple
As they walk hand in hand
Step to the sound of the love
They have built upon
I can't help but smile
Stare at those hands
Her smooth, pale palm
Clasped in his rough, cracked one
Worn from age and the care
He has given her
And I am blessed
To be a witness
Because it's sweet
Because it's hope
Because it's a testimony
That love is more
Than a figment of my imagination
And as I watch them
I see myself with you
And what the future holds
And I can feel your whisper
In my ear
And your rough voice
Choppy accent
Never sounded so sweet
As when it says three words
And I believe them
For the first time-
Psalm to God
Fog has taken her away
Mommy dear gone astray
Alone a girl sheds her fear
Bleeding soul through tears
Forsaken child
Disaster reaped such innocence
Lone light in the wild
God protect the-
Forsaken child
Each day her light grows more dim
Daddy's near she clings to him
No one knows the pain she feels
Her resistance it has come to steal
Forsaken child
Disaster reaped such innocence
Lone light in the wild
God protect the-
Forsaken child
I feel so helpless watching her thrive
In disaster she's come to survive
I see myself there in her eyes
A part of me each day that dies
I am, too, a forsaken child
Disaster re
Perfect- Words of Ink by thelightthatfades, literature
Literature
Perfect- Words of Ink
Perfect (Words of Ink)
The secrets of my pain are burning deep inside
Where no one can see 'cept the tears I cry
I've become somethin' I didn't wanta be
Staring in the mirror all I see is me
I may be angry, tear my heart inside
The promise in me I've come to hide
I'm just the outcast, just so perfect
At least that's what they think
But they don't know that I bleed
Through these words of ink
Stuck in the crowd feelin' so left out
Even my shadow has left me
And there's no doubt
Just a blemish on this masterpiece
And I want out
I may be angry, tear my heart inside
The promise in me I've come to hide
I'm just the outcast, just
Dark Eyes
I watched him walk down the hall
With the people he called his friends.
My eyes focused on his tan, slender body.
The same back I watched those friends laugh behind.
I watched him go to dances.
The girl clinging to his arm was always different.
Yet, her self-centered personality was always the same.
The same girls I wished I could have the chance to be.
I never talked to him.
I lacked the courage and sensibility.
Instead I gazed into his eyes.
Sometimes they were brown,
Others green,
But they were always dark.
Those eyes were as black as ink.
The same pool from which I found the words to love's song.
The eyes in whi
Now That He's Gone by thelightthatfades, literature
Literature
Now That He's Gone
Now That He's Gone
My first love
Came when I met his eyes
Feelings so strange
I've never felt before
By summer that love faded
The love I'd given
I'd never received
Yet, why do I feel sorrow
A yearning I once had
Now that he's gone
I told myself it was impossible
To miss a love you never had
But why do I wish so badly
To have him back
Now that he's gone
I told myself I couldn't handle
Another minute of his multiple personality
But
Now that he's gone
I've had a chance to see the real him
And I'm left with mixed emotions
Now that he's gone
Me and Amity
Me and Amity
Drove down by the lakeside
I called her up about half-past midnight
I said, "I need your help girl."
Then I started to cry
I said, "I can't deal with this
Wish I could die."
She picked me up at two a.m.
She said, "Girl, what's wrong?
Oh, is it him?"
I said, "Yeah, yeah. I can't deal with it.
I can't take his shit.
I just want to forget."
'Cause when you love someone
Don't treat them so
Can only take so much
Oh, don't you know
And can only tolerate for so long
I'm tired of pleadin'
"Please, no more!"
It's my hopes, my dreams I'm bleedin'.
She parks the car
And I open the door
Soft, green grass
Amiens
I sit here looking
Looking, looking
At pictures of you
I'm stuck here wishing
Wishing, wishing
Of a life with you
But you gave here Notre Dame
And your love forever
While I'm dreaming of Amiens
And our life together
I thought I saw your promise in your eyes
And we slept holding on tight
I never thought you would have to decide
Between my love and her blight
A sunrise warms the subtle clouds
A silent serenade for this emptiness
I'm filled with feelings never spoken aloud
I'm left here suffocating in loneliness
I sit here looking
Looking, looking
At pictures of you
I'm left here dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming
Of sayi
She shoves him against the door,
tears are rolling down her face.
Pain in her eyes that he cannot describe
lips that once smiled now form a snarl.
Nails painted red dig into his skin,
fingers twisting to grab a hold of something.
He wants to reach and put his arms around her,
he wants to reassure her that everything is okay.
He should be apologizing but she knows the lies.
Right now all her eyes are asking is "why?"
She shoves him in an attempt to be strong,
but her soul has weakenedno longer does she belong.
She pulls away, closes the door,
and leaves him there as he falls to the floor.
Please come back,
but he knows she
there are no tears in heaven by doorfromheaven, literature
Literature
there are no tears in heaven
ice hung from her face, dangling
off her lashes, closing her eyes for eternity.
her fingers a bitter ghost that numbs
as they glide over the cracks
silencing the unspoken screams
poised on now frozen lips,
panic should be swelling instead
of ebbing, skating away, smooth.
never would have guessed
how comforting the cold would be,
a fragile balance
so easily broken
but serene.
a walk on thin ice,
chancing life and meeting death.
An old beaten up story book left opened on the floor.
A knight in shining armor, who is now covered in a rusty dust and
Little red riding hood's blood red cape hanging from a distorted branch.
A Hansel and Gretel who didn't make it out of the delicious ginger bread home.
And Cinderella's glass slippers shattered like diamonds on the floor.
A Repunzel whose chemo makes her lose her golden locks and Seven little Dwarfs who didn't care if their Snow White died.
An old beaten up story book left opened on the floor reveals a world of broken fairy tales.
Falling Between The Line by doorfromheaven, literature
Literature
Falling Between The Line
My mouth opened to speakwords
clung to the tip of my tongue,
praying to be released and capture the moment,
but your mouth denied such pleasure,
enticed my body with different sensations,
strangled my tongue so what I said was impossible
to decipher. Just a purr vibrating the back of my throat,
a moan captured in the chest,
light-headed, throbbing of the temples, to the point of calling it a migraine.
I'm sick. My mother even told me so.
As I counted down the days of the months,
the hours of the days, the minutes of the hours,
until the numbers became to
I wrote your name 1,003 times on multiple pieces of paper,
In books, on my desk, with broken hearts,
In print. In cursive. Smeared by tears,
On chalkboards, On posters,
Things I could burn, Things I could break,
Anything that said you existed but no more--
In hopes my hands would be utterly exhausted,
Would loathe the very thought of your name,
And I would no longer find it slipping into my poetry,
My stories, my dreams, my thoughtsMY HEAD.
I wrote my name by itself without yours 2,056 times
And only managed to write a little bit
For What It's Worth by thelightthatfades, literature
Literature
For What It's Worth
She stands in solitude
amongst the silent serenade of emptiness
that brings breath to her skin
and the fear
that's pulsating through her core
and she's thinking of apple trees
and soft, white petals
getting tangled in her hair
the scent of summer grass and country air
but it's all lost
in her ongoing bitterness
The thoughts of him
prevent her mind
from mending her hear
how is it possible to miss
something that never existed?
She wishes she could forget him
but the sound of his voice
and the thunder in his eyes
still haunt her
apple petals dance from limb to stomach
and she finds herself
grasping at twigs of hope
but sh
Current Residence: Maine-iac Favourite genre of music: pop rock and punk rock Favourite style of art: Fantasy art and horror writing MP3 player of choice: whatever happens to be working at the time. Shell of choice: turtle Wallpaper of choice: whatever sticks to the walls Skin of choice: whatever will keep me alive Favourite cartoon character: Blooregard Q. Kazoo Personal Quote: "....silent serenade for this emptiness."
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okay, I know I said I was back about a year ago or more....I can't count that high, but this time I'm ready to make a commitment. I've been sooo uber busy with school and finding a new job and what not since my last journal that I've been unable to get back here as I had originally intended to do. So...I am aware that the theft thing still occurs, so I probably won't be posting my most awesomest stuff here, but I will be posting. I have a few updates I will be making to my gallery later this evening. I must first type and edit them. So those of you that still read my stuff or follow please critique ect. I can't guarantee how often I will be o
Just thought I'd post a big, I'm back for anyone that may have noticed that I haven't been on in like a year. I was actually in the process of deleting my account about a year ago, due to the theft thing that was going around. However, I was hoping that that whole phase has blown over. I sort of miss this place and my darling roomie sorta convinced me to become active again. So here I am. I'm not making any promises that I will be posting daily, weekly, or monthly. Believe it or not college is keeping me pretty busy and things have changed DRASTICALLY in a year. I'm not the same person I used to be and I think that may appear evident the more
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