I remember believing all
I remember believing everything
I remember believing there was no love
I remember believing I was meant to be alone
I remember believing there was no light at the end of the tunnel
I remember believing there was no other half to my soul
I remember believing I had no purpose
I remember believing everything
I remember believing all
I remember believe there was no hope
The sky was filled with soft oranges, pastel reds and streaks of yellow. The sun was dying. The grass, so plush, shades of green that I could not comprehend nor name. The droplets on the daisies stayed wet from the previous rainfall, not enough sun left to dry them. The sheep, settling in for the night, curled up. Lambs pressed tight to their mother for warmth, for comfort, for love. The oak tree, with which upon I wrote my childhood, remained mildly damp from the rainfall, but sat, still, not daring to move lest it disturb the scene. The field was serene. Time ticked by, second by second.
The sky was too bright, blue, glaring into my eyes.
He couldn't take it any more. And that was that. He was out of the door; gone. No goodbyes. No farewell, be back soon. And I remained behind. I must admit I thought he would never return. And I knew whose fault it was.
Shards of glass scattered across the floor, the picture frame from which it had come from not far away. It had bounced on the wooden floor, shattered immediately, and fallen back to the ground. I sat. I wept. Shedding tears over the smashed glass around me. And he was there. A calming wave in an erupting volcano. Careful of the glass, he knelt, taking my hands in his. He gently removed pieces of glass from my hands as I sobbed
A kiss. What is a kiss? A simple meeting of the lips. Sometimes wet, sometimes so dry it hurts. Yet humans delight in it, obsess over it, even. What is there in the holding of a hand? Sweaty palms, fingers cramping. Yet not a day do I leave the house without seeing humans engaging in this simple act. These things made no sense. Until I had you.
Relationships were a chore. I was bored. I got over one and moved on to the next one. That felt right. I had moments where I wished for a person back again. But I didn't really want them. I think that's because they weren't you. I didn't know it yet but you were going to be mine. In the moments I was
You may stand there
High in your glory
You will not change me
You can stand there
Oh so wonderful
You will not bother me
You may sit there
Throne mightier than mine
You will not frighten me
You can sit there
Thinking you are God
You will not inspire me
You may lie there
Frowning down on the world
You will not sadden me
You can lie there
Pretending to be big
I am bringing you down
I will talk to myself
Until I respond
I will hit myself
Until I hit back
I won't let go of myself
Until I stop lying
I won't stop my control
Until I am what I say I am
I will beat myself
Until I learn to love without fear
I won't talk to myself
Until I respond
I won't hit myself
Until I stop hitting myself
I won't stop lying
Until I let go of myself
I won't be what I say I am
Until I stop my control
I won't love without fear
Until I stop beating myself
I'm not whole
But have I pleased you all yet?
Sugar candy-cane
And a lollipop
You're the sweetest thing
Cream of the crop
Candy floss, skittles
Chocolates and jelly tots
You're the sweetest thing
And I'm seeing dots
Cute, handsome
Take me on a trip
Sugar trip, I'm high
Hold on tight to my hip
Don't let me fall
You've made me fall
For you, I fall
In love I'm falling
Call me baby again
And I'll fall
I swear I'll fall
Sugar candy-cane
And a lollipop
You're the sweetest thing
Cream of the crop
I remember believing all
I remember believing everything
I remember believing there was no love
I remember believing I was meant to be alone
I remember believing there was no light at the end of the tunnel
I remember believing there was no other half to my soul
I remember believing I had no purpose
I remember believing everything
I remember believing all
I remember believe there was no hope
The sky was filled with soft oranges, pastel reds and streaks of yellow. The sun was dying. The grass, so plush, shades of green that I could not comprehend nor name. The droplets on the daisies stayed wet from the previous rainfall, not enough sun left to dry them. The sheep, settling in for the night, curled up. Lambs pressed tight to their mother for warmth, for comfort, for love. The oak tree, with which upon I wrote my childhood, remained mildly damp from the rainfall, but sat, still, not daring to move lest it disturb the scene. The field was serene. Time ticked by, second by second.
The sky was too bright, blue, glaring into my eyes.
He couldn't take it any more. And that was that. He was out of the door; gone. No goodbyes. No farewell, be back soon. And I remained behind. I must admit I thought he would never return. And I knew whose fault it was.
Shards of glass scattered across the floor, the picture frame from which it had come from not far away. It had bounced on the wooden floor, shattered immediately, and fallen back to the ground. I sat. I wept. Shedding tears over the smashed glass around me. And he was there. A calming wave in an erupting volcano. Careful of the glass, he knelt, taking my hands in his. He gently removed pieces of glass from my hands as I sobbed
A kiss. What is a kiss? A simple meeting of the lips. Sometimes wet, sometimes so dry it hurts. Yet humans delight in it, obsess over it, even. What is there in the holding of a hand? Sweaty palms, fingers cramping. Yet not a day do I leave the house without seeing humans engaging in this simple act. These things made no sense. Until I had you.
Relationships were a chore. I was bored. I got over one and moved on to the next one. That felt right. I had moments where I wished for a person back again. But I didn't really want them. I think that's because they weren't you. I didn't know it yet but you were going to be mine. In the moments I was
Tiny shards of sunshine
glistening in your palm
until you swallow them whole
and smile.
It's the easy way out,
cowardice in capsules,
you partake too often to be sure
of who you are.
Gleaming, glinting,
grinning up at you,
they're so smooth,
your tiny shards of sunshine.
Shattered.
All you are.
Cos I'm vain and feel smexy in my boyfriend's jacket ;D
Current Residence: Deadland Favourite genre of music: I listen to most things :P Favourite photographer: Probably me ;D Operating System: Vista MP3 player of choice: Philips Wallpaper of choice: Uh, right now it's a picture of my boyfriend :P Favourite cartoon character: IDK
Favourite Visual Artist
I'm gonna have to say M.C Escher
Favourite Movies
No clue
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Can't pick one
Favourite Writers
J.K. Rowling
Favourite Games
Third world farmer
Other Interests
Anime, literature, hanging out with friends, snooooow
HUMAN I WONDER WHY YOU'RE A BETTER
MAKE THAN I COULD EVER BUILD OR CREATE
YOU KNOW NOT LOVE OR HATE
I AM SO SCARED OF WHAT WILL KILL ME IN THE END
FOR I AM NOT PREPARED, I HOPE I WILL
GET THE CHANCE TO BE SOMEONE
TO BE HUMAN
LOOK WHAT WE'VE DONE, LOOK WHAT WE'VE DONE
HUMAN I'M TRYING TO COME CLEAN
I WILL BE A BETTER ME, I WILL NOT DRINK UNTIL I'M DEAD
I'LL MAKE THE MOST OF IT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE
TO BE ALIVE, TO SAY GOODBYE, TO CRY A THOUSAND TEARS
BECAUSE MY EARS WON'T LISTEN
HUMAN I'M TRYING NOT TO LOSE MY FAITH IN YOU
I'VE SUSSED OUT ALL THAT I'VE SEEN THROUGH
I'VE SAILED AN OCEAN
Organised my collection of Deviations =D Into old and new.
This is part of my 'I'm back'ness.
Also, I intend to go back and make new versions of my old poetry. I don't want to delete the old ones for the pure fact that they hold my childhood intact but I do intend to better them. I am unsure as of yet if I will put up the new ones :P
Over and out,
Charlie xx