Headphones can't drown out the sound
Volume can't coordinate the pounding
of my weak heart anymore
I can't swallow this pill
And my hands shake
The only true escape I know
is one I can't bring myself to take
And the symphony goes on
Making music all night long
Keeps me awake while a better mind sleeps
Makeup caked on my face
hide my mistakes
The only peace I want to find
is a peace from which I'd never wake
Headphones won't drown out the sound
Volume can't disrupt the pain
of this weak heart anymore
Where you want to leave
to find a place to breathe
but there's no place to go
where the air is clean
Where you want to scream
and have your screams be heard
but there's nowhere where
the sound fits the word
When you want to run
but the roads don't take you
When you want to cry
but the tears will break you
Where your mind's a mess
and your dreams are as fake
as you want them to be
Welcome to my land of make believe
Where no one wants
to know the hurt is deep
It's just better to smile
than to let the wounds bleed
Where you just can't focus
anymore on the present
and the past is worse
and your future is absent
When you wa
Type,
Think,
Highlight,
and delete.
Inhale,
Exhale,
Rinse,
and repeat.
Thoughts,
Troubles,
Routines,
and deceit.
Depression,
Suppression,
Regression,
and defeat.
Life,
Death,
Words
incomplete.
I remember being a kid.
I read books about fairies
and dreampt I was one.
I'd imagine that Pokemon were real,
and that we could keep them as pets,
and I would be very hurt
when someone would try to tell me otherwise.
I remember being a kid.
Dandelions were my best friends
because if you turned them upside down
they were wearing beautiful ballroom dresses,
and the grasshoppers thought
they were excellent dancers,
and the sandbox
was the debutant ball.
I remember being a kid.
"Extreme-awesome swinging"
was my sport of choice.
The top of the jungle gym
was the top of Mt. Everest,
and the kickball field
was the Super Bowl sta
Rosaline wiped a tear from her cheek as she wrote. Golden-blonde hair, layered in every direction. Almond-shaped, bright-blue eyes, like perfect sapphires set in alabaster skin Rosaline and her words were so connected; it was painful to pull them from her mind. Still, she pressed on. She had been at her desk for almost a whole day now, but she knew that if she stopped, all her work would be for nothing. However, if all went well, the work would be well worth her time and tears. Tall enough to place his head on top of mine, with a crooked and dazzling smile, exactly proportioned to his smooth, angular face
Glimpsing Painted Eyes by Serpentgamer, literature
Literature
Glimpsing Painted Eyes
Another stab
another slice
another glimpse of painted eyes
another push by this hand
I thought this was what it was
Thoughts of you with me
I see the answers now
I wish I could have known before
How can you help me
when you need my help?
when you said "love"
when you said "love"
you said "love" to me
and this broke so easily.
Trust is a brittle bird
repetition for the defect
Hit it and it will break
the pieces will fly away
Again and again and
oh my god again I did
it's just too easy
it's oh so easy
Never fall, I said
my heart will not bend
But you said "love"
but you said "love".
You said "love" to me
and I broke s
Headphones can't drown out the sound
Volume can't coordinate the pounding
of my weak heart anymore
I can't swallow this pill
And my hands shake
The only true escape I know
is one I can't bring myself to take
And the symphony goes on
Making music all night long
Keeps me awake while a better mind sleeps
Makeup caked on my face
hide my mistakes
The only peace I want to find
is a peace from which I'd never wake
Headphones won't drown out the sound
Volume can't disrupt the pain
of this weak heart anymore
Where you want to leave
to find a place to breathe
but there's no place to go
where the air is clean
Where you want to scream
and have your screams be heard
but there's nowhere where
the sound fits the word
When you want to run
but the roads don't take you
When you want to cry
but the tears will break you
Where your mind's a mess
and your dreams are as fake
as you want them to be
Welcome to my land of make believe
Where no one wants
to know the hurt is deep
It's just better to smile
than to let the wounds bleed
Where you just can't focus
anymore on the present
and the past is worse
and your future is absent
When you wa
Type,
Think,
Highlight,
and delete.
Inhale,
Exhale,
Rinse,
and repeat.
Thoughts,
Troubles,
Routines,
and deceit.
Depression,
Suppression,
Regression,
and defeat.
Life,
Death,
Words
incomplete.
I remember being a kid.
I read books about fairies
and dreampt I was one.
I'd imagine that Pokemon were real,
and that we could keep them as pets,
and I would be very hurt
when someone would try to tell me otherwise.
I remember being a kid.
Dandelions were my best friends
because if you turned them upside down
they were wearing beautiful ballroom dresses,
and the grasshoppers thought
they were excellent dancers,
and the sandbox
was the debutant ball.
I remember being a kid.
"Extreme-awesome swinging"
was my sport of choice.
The top of the jungle gym
was the top of Mt. Everest,
and the kickball field
was the Super Bowl sta
Rosaline wiped a tear from her cheek as she wrote. Golden-blonde hair, layered in every direction. Almond-shaped, bright-blue eyes, like perfect sapphires set in alabaster skin Rosaline and her words were so connected; it was painful to pull them from her mind. Still, she pressed on. She had been at her desk for almost a whole day now, but she knew that if she stopped, all her work would be for nothing. However, if all went well, the work would be well worth her time and tears. Tall enough to place his head on top of mine, with a crooked and dazzling smile, exactly proportioned to his smooth, angular face
Current Residence: Wyoming Favourite genre of music: Punk/Alternative/Emo Favourite photographer: kil1k.deviantart.com Favourite style of art: Vectors Operating System: Whatever runs properly MP3 player of choice: iPod 30g Favourite cartoon character: GIR Personal Quote: "They've got waffles in 'em!"
Why does everyone like Heartbreak? I was proud of it at 12, but... I haven't even really broken up with anyone. It's a stupid, cheesy poem. Blah.
Stop faving it. I hate it. Fav the poems I'm more proud of. Like... Oh, all of them.
Please.
Grr.
Something to update the annoyingness of my... uh... entire self...
So, I've determined that I can't be happy... I really do try, it just doesn't work.
I'm manic depressive much.... I should get some pills so I can start ignoring everything, just like the rest of everyone...
I'm going through and deleting all my journal entries. They're pretty much all stupid and unimportant...
Since this is going back and forth between two Deviants, myself and !Lacili (https://www.deviantart.com/lacili), I thought it best to keep people orderly when trying to read these.
This is about my original character, Lia, and her quest to find the heart of her love Zeke. By far my utmost favorite (and first!) original couple. Lacili expresses her beautifully, I can't thank her enough for that. :D
And now, without further ado:
The Heart Series
I: http://www.deviantart.com/view/35126628/ Running Away
II: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/35155686/ Decisions
III: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/35157963/ The Search
IV: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/351917