I feel the waves,
As they come to a rest at my feet,
The cold water,
A nice break from the heat.
I tried to tell myself,
It'd all be okay.
I would get to sleep,
Thinking it had to be this way.
I'm left with fragments,
And tiny shards,
Holding this deck,
That has only two cards,
My plan was flawless,
My thoughts were true,
I simply couldn't find an end,
That included you.
Perhaps you'd led me here,
To this point of no return,
Forcing me to act,
Else I'd simply burn.
Or maybe it was me,
Had it all been my fault?
Was I not ready,
To gain access to the vault?
I pressed you,
And I pried,
I pushed your buttons,
As I tried,
To get you to rele
I keep on going,
Despite the truth,
That I'm a victim,
Of pessimistic youth,
I kept thinking tomorrow,
Would never be,
That somehow the world,
Truly needed me,
Perhaps I was waiting,
For a chance,
To steal a look,
Your solemn glance,
Maybe you would smile,
Perhaps you'd cry,
I could ignore it,
Or maybe try,
To profess a love,
That was wrong,
Upon sweet gentle hymns,
An irreverent song,
From where I am,
Where I'll be,
Upon who I was,
Perhaps you'd see,
That, that was it,
That thing there,
From your playful words,
And callous stare,
To my broken heart,
My shattered soul,
The things you broke,
Can't be whole.
I keep on thinking,
That it'll all make sense,
As if somehow,
I'd see over the fence.
Perhaps there's a hill,
Upon which I'd see,
That the future was simple,
Or even a tad bumpy.
Maybe the truth,
That I am coming to know,
Is that the future isn't something,
Of which life can show.
Maybe it's not determined,
By what we choose to do,
Perhaps it's something random,
Without even the slightest clue.
As I run on empty,
My sight starts to fade,
I feel so cold,
I can't keep up the charade.
I want to collapse to the ground,
In the most spectacular of fashion,
So they might say I died,
Just how I lived, with passion.
You never did understand,
The things that I'd said,
Hell they barely made sense,
In my own damn head.
Perhaps in death,
You'll finally come to know,
That love isn't just a word,
I'd chosen to let go.
It was a deliberate strike,
An attempt to show truth,
It also was an ignorant play,
By a man exuding youth.
I never understood,
Just how much I could harm,
With the use of one word,
Applied with lush charm.
I hope you'll forgiv
Reflection Isn't Easy by SubtlexAntidote, literature
Literature
Reflection Isn't Easy
When you look in the mirror,
What is it you'll see?
Is it someone new,
Or a long forgotten memory?
Do you risk it all,
Or perhaps tempt fate,
Gazing into the glass,
In a contemplative state?
Mesmerized or tormented,
Captivated or let astray,
When I look my eyes,
Well they just can't look away.
I like to believe the man,
Who is staring right back,
Is someone somewhere,
On the same circular track.
For maybe he'd smile,
Or nod and bow,
Knowing,
I'd make it through this somehow.
I Just Want You Back by SubtlexAntidote, literature
Literature
I Just Want You Back
My nose hurts,
And my eyes fucking sting,
Thanks to the stream of memories,
And all the hurt they bring.
The cat brushed up against my leg,
And I frantically sought you,
Hoping that the soft brushing,
Was a faint dream come true.
I searched for the toy,
With which you'd always play,
Thinking if I found it,
I'd somehow see this pain away.
It didn't smell like you,
It just hurt me so deep,
Knowing this bit of cotton,
Was all of you I'd keep.
I wanted to curse God,
To call him a stupid moronic fuck.
That he had no right to take you,
That he had no right to make this my luck.
Then I began to sob,
To yell and cry,
Hitting this door to feel,
A
I feel like I'm walking
Through a dark and dreary maze,
Wear even the sun,
Can't bathe me in it's warm rays.
I wake up every morning,
Wishing you were here,
Praying when I look at the foot of my bed,
You'd be somewhere near.
I know it's hopeless,
I know that you're gone,
But I just can't help it,
I have to leave the light on.
You were something precious,
Something perfectly good,
I wish I could scream,
Like a man in pain should.
I know you were suffering,
And I hope it's better now,
Please my little puppy,
Come back to me somehow.
My dearest dog,
I cry for you,
My lovely friend,
You were my glue.
Holding me together,
And keeping me afloat,
I cannot believe,
I can no longer dote,
Upon you like I used to,
With treats and kisses,
Your desire for attention,
Is just one thing this man misses.
I never knew I'd be so weak,
Or that you'd go so fast,
I wanted to get a chance to speak,
I expected our love to last.
My dearest pet,
My loveliest friend,
Forgive me for failing you,
At least I was with you in the end.
From your beautiful hair,
To the times you'd swear,
It wasn't what you'd planned.
I think something got lost,
Or simply began to cost,
More than I was willing to stand.
I remember how you cried,
All the times we both lied,
'Cause love is a one way street,
You'd always wanted to win,
When there was no competition to begin,
This is yet another agreement we'll never meet.
There's this three letter word,
That constantly eludes me,
As if it's somehow blurred,
A magical combination I can't see.
Selling me off and out,
Is something of which you're down.
Making sense just about,
As much as a crying clown.
I wanted to fix the lonely,
Save myself from all the change,
Coming short and only,
Failing to correct what felt strange.
I feel the waves,
As they come to a rest at my feet,
The cold water,
A nice break from the heat.
I tried to tell myself,
It'd all be okay.
I would get to sleep,
Thinking it had to be this way.
I'm left with fragments,
And tiny shards,
Holding this deck,
That has only two cards,
My plan was flawless,
My thoughts were true,
I simply couldn't find an end,
That included you.
Perhaps you'd led me here,
To this point of no return,
Forcing me to act,
Else I'd simply burn.
Or maybe it was me,
Had it all been my fault?
Was I not ready,
To gain access to the vault?
I pressed you,
And I pried,
I pushed your buttons,
As I tried,
To get you to rele
I keep on going,
Despite the truth,
That I'm a victim,
Of pessimistic youth,
I kept thinking tomorrow,
Would never be,
That somehow the world,
Truly needed me,
Perhaps I was waiting,
For a chance,
To steal a look,
Your solemn glance,
Maybe you would smile,
Perhaps you'd cry,
I could ignore it,
Or maybe try,
To profess a love,
That was wrong,
Upon sweet gentle hymns,
An irreverent song,
From where I am,
Where I'll be,
Upon who I was,
Perhaps you'd see,
That, that was it,
That thing there,
From your playful words,
And callous stare,
To my broken heart,
My shattered soul,
The things you broke,
Can't be whole.
I keep on thinking,
That it'll all make sense,
As if somehow,
I'd see over the fence.
Perhaps there's a hill,
Upon which I'd see,
That the future was simple,
Or even a tad bumpy.
Maybe the truth,
That I am coming to know,
Is that the future isn't something,
Of which life can show.
Maybe it's not determined,
By what we choose to do,
Perhaps it's something random,
Without even the slightest clue.
As I run on empty,
My sight starts to fade,
I feel so cold,
I can't keep up the charade.
I want to collapse to the ground,
In the most spectacular of fashion,
So they might say I died,
Just how I lived, with passion.
You never did understand,
The things that I'd said,
Hell they barely made sense,
In my own damn head.
Perhaps in death,
You'll finally come to know,
That love isn't just a word,
I'd chosen to let go.
It was a deliberate strike,
An attempt to show truth,
It also was an ignorant play,
By a man exuding youth.
I never understood,
Just how much I could harm,
With the use of one word,
Applied with lush charm.
I hope you'll forgiv
Reflection Isn't Easy by SubtlexAntidote, literature
Literature
Reflection Isn't Easy
When you look in the mirror,
What is it you'll see?
Is it someone new,
Or a long forgotten memory?
Do you risk it all,
Or perhaps tempt fate,
Gazing into the glass,
In a contemplative state?
Mesmerized or tormented,
Captivated or let astray,
When I look my eyes,
Well they just can't look away.
I like to believe the man,
Who is staring right back,
Is someone somewhere,
On the same circular track.
For maybe he'd smile,
Or nod and bow,
Knowing,
I'd make it through this somehow.
I Just Want You Back by SubtlexAntidote, literature
Literature
I Just Want You Back
My nose hurts,
And my eyes fucking sting,
Thanks to the stream of memories,
And all the hurt they bring.
The cat brushed up against my leg,
And I frantically sought you,
Hoping that the soft brushing,
Was a faint dream come true.
I searched for the toy,
With which you'd always play,
Thinking if I found it,
I'd somehow see this pain away.
It didn't smell like you,
It just hurt me so deep,
Knowing this bit of cotton,
Was all of you I'd keep.
I wanted to curse God,
To call him a stupid moronic fuck.
That he had no right to take you,
That he had no right to make this my luck.
Then I began to sob,
To yell and cry,
Hitting this door to feel,
A
I feel like I'm walking
Through a dark and dreary maze,
Wear even the sun,
Can't bathe me in it's warm rays.
I wake up every morning,
Wishing you were here,
Praying when I look at the foot of my bed,
You'd be somewhere near.
I know it's hopeless,
I know that you're gone,
But I just can't help it,
I have to leave the light on.
You were something precious,
Something perfectly good,
I wish I could scream,
Like a man in pain should.
I know you were suffering,
And I hope it's better now,
Please my little puppy,
Come back to me somehow.
My dearest dog,
I cry for you,
My lovely friend,
You were my glue.
Holding me together,
And keeping me afloat,
I cannot believe,
I can no longer dote,
Upon you like I used to,
With treats and kisses,
Your desire for attention,
Is just one thing this man misses.
I never knew I'd be so weak,
Or that you'd go so fast,
I wanted to get a chance to speak,
I expected our love to last.
My dearest pet,
My loveliest friend,
Forgive me for failing you,
At least I was with you in the end.
From your beautiful hair,
To the times you'd swear,
It wasn't what you'd planned.
I think something got lost,
Or simply began to cost,
More than I was willing to stand.
I remember how you cried,
All the times we both lied,
'Cause love is a one way street,
You'd always wanted to win,
When there was no competition to begin,
This is yet another agreement we'll never meet.
There's this three letter word,
That constantly eludes me,
As if it's somehow blurred,
A magical combination I can't see.
Selling me off and out,
Is something of which you're down.
Making sense just about,
As much as a crying clown.
I wanted to fix the lonely,
Save myself from all the change,
Coming short and only,
Failing to correct what felt strange.
Antidote to Dreams by LittleMissNowhere, literature
Literature
Antidote to Dreams
No matter how I am restricted,
No matter how hard I seem to try
It seems my life remains conflicted.
You know, I only want to fly;
Break free of words and right and wrong
And free myself to a clear spring sky.
But all I desire, all for which I long,
Dances just out of my short reach
Singing a false and tempting song.
I find no wisdom in what they preach;
Hard work and endless focus.
My restless soul, you cannot teach.
Though the day grows dark
and the clouds are here
We must look on to tomorrow
Where always there is hope.
Though the miles between us are long
and they don't get shorter
We must realize our fortune
For always there is hope.
Thought time passes so slow
and it doesn't hurry along
We must be patient
And always there is hope.
Though our eyes strain, legs grow weary
and our watches creep along
We must stay strong
We will always have hope.
Pieces to the Picture by LittleMissNowhere, literature
Literature
Pieces to the Picture
You know I like to break things down,
Crack months into moments and
Sentences into syllables.
I know I can last moments alone,
And maybe hearing phonemes -
'eye- doe-n't- noe'-
Hurts less than comprehending
The sentiments they represent.
Recently I've started
Searching for signs in
The most peculiar of places;
I look to the dictionary to
Find if we are written,
The sky to shine out our worth
And forgotten maps to
Direct my foolish movements.
But paths on maps are moved about
Like pencilled in sentences
Their author no longer wants.
And the skies are obscured by
Thick blankets of November cloud.
Maybe the dictionary a
You feel like cancer,
But Im refusing chemo,
You spread in me,
In all my organs until they race to keep up,
You feel like tentative words,
The ones I chose to speak,
I actually think,
While I wrack my brain for something interesting,
You feel like being carried,
Down flights of stairs,
With my arms clutching you,
As you lovingly joke about throwing me,
You feel like comfort,
With your arms around me,
A flood breaks my brain,
And all the nerves drift away,
You feel like butterflies,
When your eyes lock with mine,
I still get giddy,
With the mere sight of your eyes.
I can't hold back the seasons by GrimmestFangs, literature
Literature
I can't hold back the seasons
You blew this candle out, and now the horizons will forever be constellations.
September nights have always been the same.
Those small and fragile rivers beginning to slowly freeze over. The pine branch sculptures encrusted over their thick layer of see through skin. A forbidden silhouette for the world to see.
You said you liked that.
I cant breathe with your lips on mine.
October nights have always been the same.
The cherry blossom days are over and the threaded gold leaves are in the air, tying themselves to the frail arms of dying oak trees.
You said you loved that.
The clocks have stopped, and
4. An Unexceptional Morning by LittleMissNowhere, literature
Literature
4. An Unexceptional Morning
A slight breeze blew onto Juliettes face. Crouched on the balcony of her small apartment, it also marbled the steam pouring from her freshly brewed mug of tea. The pre-dawn air was cool enough to encourage burrowing hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt shed thrown on. Surprise flashed across Juliettes face as her fingers met metal. She extracted the object, and had to smile when it was identified. A watercolour tube; Paynes grey. Paints popped up everywhere in her life, especially that particular shade. Paynes was the exact colour of her eyes.
Juliette waited until a reasonable hour to call Allie.
A Childhood Summer In Adelaide by LittleMissNowhere, literature
Literature
A Childhood Summer In Adelaide
In balmy summers just past dusk
The stars arrive in manners brusque,
To hang above the dusty town
And lend a single, gleaming crown.
Its highways shine with veins of gold
Towards towns heart, slowly grown cold.
[Though you remain my childhood home
You fade to dust beneath nights dome].
Through the peaceful, star-filled night
I saw you were not my true light.
With heavy hearts, innocence dies-
Wanderlust fills my future skies.
A child condemns this city scene,
So unaware than it will mean
Her entire life will bend to shape
A long lost summers planned escape.
Don't
Don't pretend to know me,
Don't pretend to care,
Don't think you're clever;
I can see in your eyes, there's nothing really there.
Don't lend a hand,
Don't ask if I'm okay,
Don't think I'll trust you,
When I know you'll look the other way.
Don't be nosy,
Don't be mean,
Don't cry for attention,
Don't make a big scene.
Just...
...Don't.
I'm the sort of person who can't write a "real" bio. I wont tell you the reasons, or explain the why's. For I feel it's much more exciting if you imagine it all up yourself.
Just remember, there needs to be a tiger, a can of pepper spray, and an eye patch.
We all know things change. It's one of our first lessons as kids. Maybe it's explained poorly, but it is always shown. Why is it so many people hate it so? I'm one of those people. I never embrace the change. I want things static. Then at other times I don't. Sometimes with some things, I want them changed instantly. I don't have the patience to wait, I fear the ticking hands of the clock, and never seem willing to wait.
Perhaps I'm just determined to be miserable.
Haha, or at least hellbent on being contradictory.
I lost my dog last Saturday. He was so young. I'd been worried about him for a few months. Been saying how I wasn't sure if I could deal with losing him or anyone really. I've never been good at this sort of thing (Is anyone really?)
I took him to the emergency vet, not expecting anything horrible. I mean no way. I was more worried about the outrageous costs. Even when I paid the $768 for the tests, I was just assuming another couple thousand dollars and I'd take my little pup home ready to start healing. When the emergency vet came out and said he had fluid in his chest and stomach, and it was possible he'd eaten something bad like rat pois
I've been listening to this one single song off the Inception OST labeled, 'Time'
And wow do I love it lol.
From start to finish it's provided me with plenty of muse.
You should look it up if you like that instrumental stuff!
No luck in finding a real life muse though. I wonder if I dried those wells up... Or if people just aren't as interesting to me as they used to be =S