Her souless eyes by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Her souless eyes
For thousands of years she had lain there, not hundreds as so many before had told to yonder weary traveler who curious as any traveler should be would ask with some hesitant expectation of some blinding brilliance - and would therefore be disapointed as many before had been with the clandness of thie tale.
But the truth, ohhhh the truth if only they knew it would shake it being to the feeble foundations of their innocence. And so the tale was told- again of some gentle beauty of pale complexion, of some crystalline angel who seemingly floated upon sheets of purest white, limbs relaxed but for some slender elegance that unknowingly clasped a
I thought I'd lost you by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
I thought I'd lost you
You know
I thought I'd lost you
for a while, when I caught
that glazed look
in your eye, in your face
I knew
there was too much pain,
for you to respond, to me.
To anything. Your agony
I felt it as my own
I wished
it had been, my own pain.
Anthing but to hear your cry,
and I could do nothing, but
listen and watch, you suffer
And how
I'd waited, silent fear. The
door slam, shut. I had listened
for news, mostly for hope. And
for one single, bitter moment
I'd thought I'd lost you
My time is running out by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
My time is running out
You may cast your eyes with great delight
upon emerald trees and azure skies
And clouds that block out coal black night
and listen to wolf's lonely cries
No joy do I take in such visage as
any I could ever find, in life and sight
Or even feel and touch, as this world has
lost true beauty. It's problems reach new heights
For trees are never everlasting, one day each
will fall. Why they call some evergreen I do
not know. For a better, truer life I reach,
with beat of weary heart. Each breath I take anew
But not a beat, not hearts thud, but a tick. You
open my ribcage and find a clock, antique I guess
worth more in age than in
Demi-God Doctors by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Demi-God Doctors
They work over the broken, silent songs
that lift their hearts, and murmur quiet
condolence, with life that rests in
bloodied hands. As they hold anothers,
bleeding, cease beating in their palm.
They stroke, soft fingertips, massage
the abused souls, or their bodies at
least. In cold weather, when hot breath
brings cold mist. They warm themselves
over open bodies heat, organs layed out
before the masked. The heart now deathly
quiet. Dressed in white, stained crimson,
the body in peices after slice and slice.
The soul lost, the demi- god pays the price.
Have I lost myself? by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Have I lost myself?
I don't care
How long it takes, or how much it hurts
I'll make it someday, somehow. I'll fight
with my soul's every breath. My hearts
ever tear. Because I decide
Who I am? or What I will be?.
I simply don't care, if I finish my journey
skin flayed, mind lost. And through some
miracle? I may be a better person.
I can only hope I may be better, a
better heart, and soul. And even mind?
Why do you see me, as a good person?
When it is so obvious, my heart is black.
No trace of the pure innocence, that we owned?
When I was a child. Where has all my goodness
gone? I don't remember losing it, but do we ever?
Evil thoughts, evil eve
Deadly Salvation by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Deadly Salvation
I can see it, in your eyes, your
face. Fear. Your life in my hands.
The blade against your throat. My
blade. You gasp, writhing for air,
for life and hope. For anything that
stops the light, fading from you.
Your blood dips from my hands, I can't
, just can't bring myself to end your
life. You don't deserve peace. The
scent reeks from you, the decay of all
those who have died at your hands. The
hands that grasp my neck for support,
cut into my flesh. I slice the blade
across your neck. The life within you fades.
We knew it would happen, once, one
day, in one lifetime, one moment.
That would change everything, about
my life, about us? But when it happens
there will be no us, only me alone, just like
before you came and lightened my life.
Now I have to learn, to live without you,
how can I live without my heart. You have
my heart, it beats against your palm. That
you have crushed, and bruised. Keep it. I don't
want it back. No, I do, I need it, I need you.
Please
I am empty,
you have left me empty, a souless void Can't you
give it back? To me?, I still have your heart.
I think I'll keep it to fill the dark night, that
was, where
He's still so perfect by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
He's still so perfect
Please don't, no, don't let it happen
again. I can't stop it. Please I don't
think I deserve this? Noooo please
(gasps) stop I can't stop myself, it
from occuring.(Chokes) Why me, why did
he come back to me, my life. The same
effects as before, leaves me breathless.
Still perfect, he's still so perfect, he's
seen me (heart jumps), looking at me, my
soul. He can see my soul, my weakness, my hope.
Silence
Lost but to his heart by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Lost but to his heart
"Not her, please" he cried in desperation, at the sound of his shaking voice the teenager turned, her movement slowed as the revolver was pressed more closely to her skull.
"Alex" his name torn from her, his name a silent whisper cried in tones of love and... hope? The womans intent was obvious, her hand was steady on the gun and he knew no fear resided whithin her. He looked into the eyes of his love, eyes that dripped silent tears, so heartfelt those tears could have been drops of blood. His blood, for his heart weeped for her. How he wished to wipe those tears away, and brush those lips now quivering in fear with his.
"You killed my fia
Her souless eyes by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Her souless eyes
For thousands of years she had lain there, not hundreds as so many before had told to yonder weary traveler who curious as any traveler should be would ask with some hesitant expectation of some blinding brilliance - and would therefore be disapointed as many before had been with the clandness of thie tale.
But the truth, ohhhh the truth if only they knew it would shake it being to the feeble foundations of their innocence. And so the tale was told- again of some gentle beauty of pale complexion, of some crystalline angel who seemingly floated upon sheets of purest white, limbs relaxed but for some slender elegance that unknowingly clasped a
I thought I'd lost you by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
I thought I'd lost you
You know
I thought I'd lost you
for a while, when I caught
that glazed look
in your eye, in your face
I knew
there was too much pain,
for you to respond, to me.
To anything. Your agony
I felt it as my own
I wished
it had been, my own pain.
Anthing but to hear your cry,
and I could do nothing, but
listen and watch, you suffer
And how
I'd waited, silent fear. The
door slam, shut. I had listened
for news, mostly for hope. And
for one single, bitter moment
I'd thought I'd lost you
My time is running out by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
My time is running out
You may cast your eyes with great delight
upon emerald trees and azure skies
And clouds that block out coal black night
and listen to wolf's lonely cries
No joy do I take in such visage as
any I could ever find, in life and sight
Or even feel and touch, as this world has
lost true beauty. It's problems reach new heights
For trees are never everlasting, one day each
will fall. Why they call some evergreen I do
not know. For a better, truer life I reach,
with beat of weary heart. Each breath I take anew
But not a beat, not hearts thud, but a tick. You
open my ribcage and find a clock, antique I guess
worth more in age than in
Demi-God Doctors by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Demi-God Doctors
They work over the broken, silent songs
that lift their hearts, and murmur quiet
condolence, with life that rests in
bloodied hands. As they hold anothers,
bleeding, cease beating in their palm.
They stroke, soft fingertips, massage
the abused souls, or their bodies at
least. In cold weather, when hot breath
brings cold mist. They warm themselves
over open bodies heat, organs layed out
before the masked. The heart now deathly
quiet. Dressed in white, stained crimson,
the body in peices after slice and slice.
The soul lost, the demi- god pays the price.
Have I lost myself? by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Have I lost myself?
I don't care
How long it takes, or how much it hurts
I'll make it someday, somehow. I'll fight
with my soul's every breath. My hearts
ever tear. Because I decide
Who I am? or What I will be?.
I simply don't care, if I finish my journey
skin flayed, mind lost. And through some
miracle? I may be a better person.
I can only hope I may be better, a
better heart, and soul. And even mind?
Why do you see me, as a good person?
When it is so obvious, my heart is black.
No trace of the pure innocence, that we owned?
When I was a child. Where has all my goodness
gone? I don't remember losing it, but do we ever?
Evil thoughts, evil eve
Deadly Salvation by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Deadly Salvation
I can see it, in your eyes, your
face. Fear. Your life in my hands.
The blade against your throat. My
blade. You gasp, writhing for air,
for life and hope. For anything that
stops the light, fading from you.
Your blood dips from my hands, I can't
, just can't bring myself to end your
life. You don't deserve peace. The
scent reeks from you, the decay of all
those who have died at your hands. The
hands that grasp my neck for support,
cut into my flesh. I slice the blade
across your neck. The life within you fades.
We knew it would happen, once, one
day, in one lifetime, one moment.
That would change everything, about
my life, about us? But when it happens
there will be no us, only me alone, just like
before you came and lightened my life.
Now I have to learn, to live without you,
how can I live without my heart. You have
my heart, it beats against your palm. That
you have crushed, and bruised. Keep it. I don't
want it back. No, I do, I need it, I need you.
Please
I am empty,
you have left me empty, a souless void Can't you
give it back? To me?, I still have your heart.
I think I'll keep it to fill the dark night, that
was, where
He's still so perfect by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
He's still so perfect
Please don't, no, don't let it happen
again. I can't stop it. Please I don't
think I deserve this? Noooo please
(gasps) stop I can't stop myself, it
from occuring.(Chokes) Why me, why did
he come back to me, my life. The same
effects as before, leaves me breathless.
Still perfect, he's still so perfect, he's
seen me (heart jumps), looking at me, my
soul. He can see my soul, my weakness, my hope.
Silence
Lost but to his heart by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Lost but to his heart
"Not her, please" he cried in desperation, at the sound of his shaking voice the teenager turned, her movement slowed as the revolver was pressed more closely to her skull.
"Alex" his name torn from her, his name a silent whisper cried in tones of love and... hope? The womans intent was obvious, her hand was steady on the gun and he knew no fear resided whithin her. He looked into the eyes of his love, eyes that dripped silent tears, so heartfelt those tears could have been drops of blood. His blood, for his heart weeped for her. How he wished to wipe those tears away, and brush those lips now quivering in fear with his.
"You killed my fia
We are the living graves
of the tortured souls.
What if you could see the faces
of the animals lined up for slaughter?
The souls being skinned and scorched alive,
just for our eating pleasure.
Can you hear the cries,
that make your meal?
Or look into the eyes,
of all the veal?
Tied around that post from birth,
a murder will surly come swift.
Babies torn from their mothers,
with no chance of saying goodbye.
They are forced to have another,
to keep the process alive.
Squirming and squealing, no escape,
chickens hang upside down,
to fuel the greed, of this murderous clown.
Another day gone by, another meal
your actions, anoth
Personality Puzzle by RunsWivDaSupanatural, literature
Literature
Personality Puzzle
I can't quite see the whole picture yet,
but the pieces are all here.
Some all fixed together,
others spread far and wide.
But one things for sure:
My personality puzzle,
fragmented as it may be
is slowly coming together
as I discover who is me.
Shivering with the heater on by Ladyadorkable, literature
Literature
Shivering with the heater on
"Then go grab a blanket and stop whining already!" The last time I heard my grandmother say those words was almost excatly seventeen years ago. I pulled the blanket up around my shoulders and pulled my knees closer to my chest as I stared out the window. She died when I was 6, I was too young to actually know her well but I still dwell on every memory I have of her. The snow outside started slowing down and I glanced down at the phone in my lap for the tenth time and noted, it was eleven thirty-four and he wasn't home yet. I took a deep breath and laid my head down on the pillow remembering my grandmothers words, "A watched pot never boils,
She breathed in deeply, the ache almost too much to bear in her frozen lungs. Her hands were bound painfully tight behind her back, her legs roped together by her ankles and knees. It had been days and the fear had diminished into boredom and grief. She'd thought she had been lucky once upon a time - had it really only been three days before that she'd popped the champagne and cheered with her husband, her parents and friends? She laid her head down on the opposite side, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to break through. He was dead; of that she was sure. No more champagne, jokingly mocked red roses or soft candle-light the
Imogen says walk away
Imogen says go away
But I say,
Stay.
Walking down the paved sidewalk,
Trying not to talk
So I don't lose track
Of missing all the cracks
Well, who knows , who cares?
Life' ll throw you a bunch of flares
And a bit of worry and doubt, too.
I don't care who stares
But I love you,
You know it's true
Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Well, shadows come and shadows go
Shadows stay for a while,
They come and sit on the stile,
And they point and laugh at you
Well, shake it off, dust it off,
Boy, keep running in that race,
You'll find your right place
Here
Well, who knows, who cares?
Life' ll throw you a bunch
Lost but to his heart by toBea-or-not-toBea, literature
Literature
Lost but to his heart
"Not her, please" he cried in desperation, at the sound of his shaking voice the teenager turned, her movement slowed as the revolver was pressed more closely to her skull.
"Alex" his name torn from her, his name a silent whisper cried in tones of love and... hope? The womans intent was obvious, her hand was steady on the gun and he knew no fear resided whithin her. He looked into the eyes of his love, eyes that dripped silent tears, so heartfelt those tears could have been drops of blood. His blood, for his heart weeped for her. How he wished to wipe those tears away, and brush those lips now quivering in fear with his.
"You killed my fia
My friend's mum was rushed into hospital a couple of nights ago, I don't why she's in hospital or if it's serious. If anyone is readying this can they say a prayer for her, my friend and her mum don't deserve something like this to happen so I thought that rather than me praying alone if lot's of people pray it might work better. Thank You
I'm so nervous, I have a french speaking test tomorrow and i'm freaking out.
It's a part of my GCSE so it's realy important nd I have to remember lots
of information from memory. I f anyone anywhere is reading this, fingers
crossed okay? And a little prayer may be helpful but onl if you feel you want
to. Anyway I better go and revise some more. Bye :(
This is my first journal entry, before this I put my art
on here thinking it was how you posted artwork onto
your gallery. Stupid of me huh? So anyway, first day
back at college and I'm exhausted, as soon as I
got through the door I practically collapsed. I'm under
so much stress preparing for my GCSE's anyway and
my dog's realy ill, he's really old anyway so I'm more
worried than normal.
Why can't I give in?
To the burning exhaustion
That strives to engulf
Just a thought.
So anyway, I doubt anyone is reading this to hear me
moan about my life. I just wanted to say that this is
my first official journal entry and to say hi t