you stood there in the dim light looking at your phone
scrolling down a list of excuses
you sigh and for a moment, you have seen them all there
sitting down at the table laughing and chatting
but instead you watch your reflection in the dim mirror
glassy eyes staring back from a world of shadows
you felt the air going through your head as you raced down a hill on a bike
and behind you, your mother following, equally happy and delighted
you bought a pint and a bag of crisps and you celebrated together
on the top of the hill, where the wind was blowing wildly
a vision of Thames on the far distance
and for a moment, the sun came out and shined
the fog closes above your head and light fades
you look around but the fog thickens and you inhale
a ghastly breath, vapor spreading
temperature dropping and you feel it stinging your skin
bare arms and legs and the thin dress you are wearing
clinging to your thin frame
not enough to protect you from the cold
the quiet presses on your ears
your shallow breath sounding loudly in the quiet space
shapes shift in the darkness and the low light
coming from the darkening sky
casts moving shadows on your surroundings
muffled steps, the flutter of wings
you look around, expecting,
the shivers that make you tremble,
send goosebumps spreading across
it's sitting there under a pile of dust
a notebook full of tiny meticulous writing
with tickets and dried flowers sticking out
notes and dates and drawings
and when you pick it up and flicker through
you smile, reading bits and pieces
entries of sunny days and memories
and then falls a picture
one that tightens your chest still
and makes you smile nostalgically...
where is he today?
what could have happened if...
in a parallel world, behind the piece of paper
it's all happening,
you were holding hands running on the cobbled streets
of an ancient city
pointed Gothic arches would filter the sunlight
inside a courtyard, a gnarled old tree was
keep your head high and keep on walking
grab on every rail, on every surface you can, on every wall
nails scratching paint, broken bloodied fingers
don't fall, just don't fall
shaking knees and broken shoes
exhausted, bruised and dirty
don't stop, keep on walking
and when the time is right
the path will open in front of you
beyond the concrete and asphalt
there lies a field of daisies
at the edge of the cliff
where the sea breaks in white foam
and deep in the grass there lie broken arrows
and rusty swords and axes
there the earth is soft and deep down still red
and the wind blows through hollow whitened bones
a song of love, a song of war
staring out in space,
in front of her eyes, a computer screen
but while her hands are on a mouse, clicking
her mind is lost in a different landscape
remembering the wind in her hair,
the dust in her nostrils and the scorching heat
the beautiful sunsets and sunrises
the sand dunes spread in front of her eyes
atop of rocky mountains
where cracks in the earth
hide small rivers and green
and the sun colouring it all in red
frozen lakes and snow in the desert
she is cold, she is warm
and the day turns into night and the night into day
but it all fades away as an email pops up on the screen
but the feeling is there
creeping in between one task a
water coming from the sky soaking your skin
a soft caress, a cool blessing,
chilled and cold, like everything
enveloping the world and yourself in it
indiscriminately
rain loves everybody and forgives nobody
The rain knows, witnesses everything
every step you took that day to get to the station
every shiver, waiting in the cold
every drop that soaked on your shirt and your hair
every breath that you let out
and the sound of your beating heart
looking forward to meeting him
rain witnessed you walking the London streets at night
your shoes soaked wet, waiting for a lonely bus
your phone in your hands, reading those texts again and again
yo
soft music drifting to my ears
light piano and a crescendo
then it stops,
so caught into it
my heart stops as well
and I whisper its name
eyes closed, I feel it around me
entering the room,
the air shifts and temperature drops,
always guarding me, insisible yet there
always coming when I call
the cool touch enveloping my shoulders
sending chills on my skin as it hugs my back
around my lungs, around my ribs and to my chest
like cristallized glass, ripling with every movement
Help me, help me kill it all
those feeling inside of me that are drowning me
small hands carresing my skin, the lightest feathery touch
finding the pain inside me and fre
a gentle squeeze around my neck
chokes me for a second before releasing me
a brief reminder of my position
the smell of death around me
desiring the blood that flows in my veins
my life
I sight indiferently, unfeeling
a bite would eand my misery, yet I am allowed to live
my indiference being my greatest defence
placid, unaffected
I bat the hand away, mildy annoyed
defying
my jailer, chuckles mildly
electric blue eyes meeting mine
captor of my heart,
how you delight in my despair
"oh darling", he sais softly
his dark voice reverbring through my entire being
sweet desire and melancholy
"we will be late for dinner"
I purse my lips, pouting sed
you stood there in the dim light looking at your phone
scrolling down a list of excuses
you sigh and for a moment, you have seen them all there
sitting down at the table laughing and chatting
but instead you watch your reflection in the dim mirror
glassy eyes staring back from a world of shadows
you felt the air going through your head as you raced down a hill on a bike
and behind you, your mother following, equally happy and delighted
you bought a pint and a bag of crisps and you celebrated together
on the top of the hill, where the wind was blowing wildly
a vision of Thames on the far distance
and for a moment, the sun came out and shined
the fog closes above your head and light fades
you look around but the fog thickens and you inhale
a ghastly breath, vapor spreading
temperature dropping and you feel it stinging your skin
bare arms and legs and the thin dress you are wearing
clinging to your thin frame
not enough to protect you from the cold
the quiet presses on your ears
your shallow breath sounding loudly in the quiet space
shapes shift in the darkness and the low light
coming from the darkening sky
casts moving shadows on your surroundings
muffled steps, the flutter of wings
you look around, expecting,
the shivers that make you tremble,
send goosebumps spreading across
it's sitting there under a pile of dust
a notebook full of tiny meticulous writing
with tickets and dried flowers sticking out
notes and dates and drawings
and when you pick it up and flicker through
you smile, reading bits and pieces
entries of sunny days and memories
and then falls a picture
one that tightens your chest still
and makes you smile nostalgically...
where is he today?
what could have happened if...
in a parallel world, behind the piece of paper
it's all happening,
you were holding hands running on the cobbled streets
of an ancient city
pointed Gothic arches would filter the sunlight
inside a courtyard, a gnarled old tree was
keep your head high and keep on walking
grab on every rail, on every surface you can, on every wall
nails scratching paint, broken bloodied fingers
don't fall, just don't fall
shaking knees and broken shoes
exhausted, bruised and dirty
don't stop, keep on walking
and when the time is right
the path will open in front of you
beyond the concrete and asphalt
there lies a field of daisies
at the edge of the cliff
where the sea breaks in white foam
and deep in the grass there lie broken arrows
and rusty swords and axes
there the earth is soft and deep down still red
and the wind blows through hollow whitened bones
a song of love, a song of war
staring out in space,
in front of her eyes, a computer screen
but while her hands are on a mouse, clicking
her mind is lost in a different landscape
remembering the wind in her hair,
the dust in her nostrils and the scorching heat
the beautiful sunsets and sunrises
the sand dunes spread in front of her eyes
atop of rocky mountains
where cracks in the earth
hide small rivers and green
and the sun colouring it all in red
frozen lakes and snow in the desert
she is cold, she is warm
and the day turns into night and the night into day
but it all fades away as an email pops up on the screen
but the feeling is there
creeping in between one task a
water coming from the sky soaking your skin
a soft caress, a cool blessing,
chilled and cold, like everything
enveloping the world and yourself in it
indiscriminately
rain loves everybody and forgives nobody
The rain knows, witnesses everything
every step you took that day to get to the station
every shiver, waiting in the cold
every drop that soaked on your shirt and your hair
every breath that you let out
and the sound of your beating heart
looking forward to meeting him
rain witnessed you walking the London streets at night
your shoes soaked wet, waiting for a lonely bus
your phone in your hands, reading those texts again and again
yo
soft music drifting to my ears
light piano and a crescendo
then it stops,
so caught into it
my heart stops as well
and I whisper its name
eyes closed, I feel it around me
entering the room,
the air shifts and temperature drops,
always guarding me, insisible yet there
always coming when I call
the cool touch enveloping my shoulders
sending chills on my skin as it hugs my back
around my lungs, around my ribs and to my chest
like cristallized glass, ripling with every movement
Help me, help me kill it all
those feeling inside of me that are drowning me
small hands carresing my skin, the lightest feathery touch
finding the pain inside me and fre
a gentle squeeze around my neck
chokes me for a second before releasing me
a brief reminder of my position
the smell of death around me
desiring the blood that flows in my veins
my life
I sight indiferently, unfeeling
a bite would eand my misery, yet I am allowed to live
my indiference being my greatest defence
placid, unaffected
I bat the hand away, mildy annoyed
defying
my jailer, chuckles mildly
electric blue eyes meeting mine
captor of my heart,
how you delight in my despair
"oh darling", he sais softly
his dark voice reverbring through my entire being
sweet desire and melancholy
"we will be late for dinner"
I purse my lips, pouting sed
I am a canary, trapped within a large bell jar. No matter how much I try to fly on my weak wings constructed from hopes and dreams, I always hit the cold glass of reality. It is then that I fall back down again to lick my sorry wounds. Failure tastes like neatly preened feathers.
And, despite the pain and the hurt, I always forget that the glass is there. Each day I start on a fresh wing, fresh flight, fresh ambition. But, every time, reality lurks with dark and bitter breath. Like countless days before, I fall. Like countless times before, I never learn. I never will.
I've seen other people, people who like me are birds
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Current Residence: London , UK deviantWEAR sizing preference: large Print preference: clear and very detailed Favourite genre of music: rock, hard rock, metal Favourite photographer: eeeeh.... Favourite style of art: sketches with lots of pencil work, although I'm better at painting Operating System: is it....like type of windows? MP3 player of choice: Ipod Skin of choice: huuuuuuh? o_0 Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede - Trigun ( I love that guy XD) Personal Quote: "everything can be done with a smile"
continuing the thread I started a while back on interesting quotes I find
here's mmmore :
"and a chunk of ice big enough to sink the Titanic has dropped into the pit of my stomach"
"Love means never having to say you're sorry." (Erich Segal's 'Love Story')
"I tentatively raised my own arms to emulate his position and we just stayed like that for several minutes. I was aware that his toast would be getting cold, but I didn't say anything – perhaps, when you are in a relationship, hugs come before toast?"
"That thing that was on your face just then." She rolled her eyes. "Did you actually crack a smile? Has the world stopped turning? My G
u left us behind so suddenly without any chance of salvaging you and ur precious mind
your memory now inaccessible, contained three years of my life and my work
we have been together everywhere - u knew my deepest secrets and my best moments
I will forever regret your passing away as u were my brain back up support and therefore irreplaceable
may we hope that in the future HDD like you to never break and die again
may we wish for a place where we can lay our memories, photos and work in peace without the fear of ever loosing something so important/ a part of our life/ our younger selves/ a different state of mind
you will be forever r
may.... seems like such a long time ago damn it
let me see.... work submitted barely in time ( the damn second year ditched me in the last 2 hours and I couldn;t finished 2 or 3 drawings cause of her so had to submit them like that)
passed - THANK GOD - but my grade.... hope they;re not gonna judge me by it when I go for the job hunt ( most of my dreams never come true sadly)
ended up..... in a dodgy company which gave a lot of money for dodgy work.... dodgy in the sense that I had to carry a gun with me when gooing to olelct money at doors.... in dodgy neighbourhoods .... my life is not woth £1300 with the possible possibility of raisin
Smoke fills the room. I emerge from the darkness and sexy saunter to you. You don't see me stop. You feel my presence over. My lips draw close your ear. You feel me in hale and you imagine that I am taking in your very soul. I whisper so softly you mistake it for your own thoughts. "Did I ever thank you.." my breath trails off and there is an unnecessary pause, "for the deviant watch?"
I walk away toward the stairs. Forgetting to turn, I do not notice you vacuum until I have tripped over it and my head hits the Bannister with a thud that shakes the floor.
I'm sorry for getting blood on your carpet. It was very rude.