stuckunderground... by XstuckundergroundX, literature
Literature
stuckunderground...
Pull me through this hole of mine,
Here i am, I'm stuck underground.
Reach with your hand,
Into my heart,
Grab it now and keep it tight.
Save it until I return from my mind,
This little black hole i have made.
In my world.
You are the pain.
The source of death and of destruction.
You take me,
You break me.
You even make me fall,
Crunch me until I snap.
This life I live in,
Is not like yours.
It is far from perfect,
Away from all happiness.
You come close to me,
making me feel the way i do.
Dead....
Take me,
Break me.
But please,
Stop my fall and just leave me.
one would say,
that a king is rich...
dressed with a crown and a robe.
seated in a throne and given a septre...
a king with guards surrounding him and protecting him...
what would happen,
if that king had none of these things.
no crown, no robe, no throne.
would he be called a king??
What would you call,
a kid dressing up.
a strainer for a crown,
a spoon for his septre.
This king wrapt in a blanket.
seated on his throne.
protected by kids and their brooms.
does this make him a king?
is it merely looks??
would a king give up his place on a throne.
give in his robe.
exchange his crown,
then die..
just for you.
would a ki
im in my little corner,
in the darkness of this room.
i sit here, protected from light of the moon.
This freezing night,
is creeping up into my soul,
through my skin and into my mind.
seeping into my heart,
turning me to stone.
this last of me,
trying to break free,
you hold me back...
As i sit here all by myself.
I feel a loneliness creep up.
I can not move.
I can not shout.
I am still.
I am calm.
completely hopeless.
all i can do is to remember to breathe,
to keep this life that is half inside of me.
wanting to be normal,
is an attempt of the past,
merely a dream,
a wanted path.
You are my ray of hope.
my sunshine at life's last hour.
You are my everything.
And everything I give to you.
For you keep me up strong.
Living day by day,
just for you.
You are mine..
My Spark of happiness,
that once made a bushfire,
but now has gone out..
You are still my everything.
But my everything is now cold.
There is not happiness as you are now so far away.
My little ray of gray.
I breathe out,
my warm gentle air.
Causing my eyes to dehydrate.
I begin to cry,
the tears are leaving stains all over my page.
Leaving a memory of what I'm going through.
Just so those stains can remind me of the things
that made me sad, and dull.
Just to even acknoledge that you are gone,
is too depressing to even sympathise.
You've left my soul,
now full of nothing.
You departed my life.
All the colours you introduced during the sunrise...
Are now fading away,
fading away into the last sunset,
that I will ever view again.
Why read these words,
This script of shame,
A coward's tool of attention.
Finding solitude upon the pen's swing,
Capturing untouched emotions,
As life moves on,
Hiding within these walls,
The confines of mine,
The poetic failure.
Speaking this babble,
Of freedom in expression,
Tightening the shackles of writer's block.
Listening to clock tick,
Turning the pages of time,
Slicing my mind open,
Exposing my inner self.
Drowning in your self doubt,
Mourning the words unsaid,
The demons untapped,
Forgetting reality as time slows,
Failing to ignite the beauty in my misery
I've become another flash in the pan,
Like a flower losing it's petals.
Like a tree losing it's leaves.
I saw you floating,
Slowly fading away with the breeze.
No-one else could tell.
No-one else could see.
The happy little girl,
Turn into a troubled teen.
That Saturday morning,
At 10 o'clock on the dot.
I felt it in my stomach,
I knew a gun was shot.
I ran into the street,
And let out a scream.
I pinched myself,
Hoping it was a dream.
When I got there,
I knew it was too late.
The blood surrounded you,
Like a dark red lake.
Why did you do this?
Why did you leave?
Why did you float away with that breeze?
You could've told someone.
You didn't have to lie.
B
Timmy sits alone,
Examining his heart,
As it bleeds upon his hands,
Showing the wounds they left.
For Timmy has suffered,
Yet lied to the world,
Since this psychologist of mask,
Hid his wounds from those that cared,
Concealing his torment,
Leaving a rose upon friend's bed walking into the shadows.
So now Timmy writes some poetry,
Losing his mind,
Walking the tight rope of sanity.
For as Timmy thinks of ancestral anarchy,
Holding these herbs,
Finding a release,
Looking within these intoxicating memories.
Seeing that imaginary shard of light,
A mocking mask of hope,
Drinking another shot,
Making another sl
As each tear runs down my face,
a shade of my eye colour,
fades away.
While the tears run down,
A wind comes through my window.
It sent a shiver across my face.
It felt like you were haunting me again,
haunting me at nightt,
and you do it because you know I cannot fight,
the temptation of trying to picture your face again.
One day I'll do it,
I'll build up all my courage,
and erase you from my memory...
Completely.
But as I whisper the words in a quiet,
fragile way.
They echoe through the winds flowing current....
I miss you....
father are u there by damiandevonshire, literature
Literature
father are u there
Father are your there,
Can you see the images in my head?
Can u see the anger that lines my heart?
I try,
A then cry,
My fist are bleeding,
This wall is broken,
Now its time for us to talk,
Actually for us to talk an you to listen,
Listen to this tale of pain,
That's been our past,
As u drank an beat me,
Then killed my mind,
Put fear in my mother,
An drove my brother mad,
Can u hear me father,
Or shall I bleed again,
Line my vein with the apathy I feel,
As this withers away,
You are my father,
Yes that's true,
Yet I can think of nothing but killing you,
Raise your fist,
I await the blow,
Make it
roar... well yea.. i really need a new camera :( *sigh* hmm... i have to save up for one.. cause at the moment i have noooo money >.< and yea.. my camera is really crap. hmm oh well.. yea.. ummm i gotta pic of the shirt i made.. lol.. yea.. its right there ---> http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/8398353/ yep.. i'll be going now...
haha... wellllllll... umm im now officially on school holidays! yay! yea last week i was on work experience... i did it at a hospital with one of my friends.. the people we were doing it with didn't like us. So they rang up the school. haha yea. its all good though cause we aren't going back to school for 3 weeks! hmm i might be changing schools at the end of the year or something! yea that rocks heaps. lol. i get to bum around doing nothing for 3 weeks yay!! how much fun!
stolen from chrisss go check him out..-->http://too-disturbed.deviantart.com/
hmm.. im bored...like seriously.. and tired. >_<
10 Bands you've been listening a lot to lately:
1. Korn
2. Dream Theater
3. Smashing pumpkins
4. KillswitchEngage
5. The Offspring
6. SOAD
7. Three Days Grace
8. greenday
9. umm my band..
10. A perfect circle
9 Things you look forward to:
1. going skateboarding..yay.... mm..
2. dieing
3. going to the shops..
4. seeing friends..
5. playing music stuff..
6. getting a bf.. maybe..
7. monday.. then its holidays.. officially..
8. um. sleeping
9. concerts..
8 Things you like to wear:
1. baggy jeans
I enjoyed your gallery, you seem to have taken a liking for poetry lately, well as far as 19 weeks in concerned (last time you were on), but yeah i have gotten into a little more poetry lately, but anyway, good luck in the future
Thanks for faving [link] I've decided to move accounts and this is one of the deviations that I'll be submitting in my new account at ~dhali. Just noting you of its new home at [link] since I'll be deleting it from ~aztecrose soon
(another mass notification thing.. this time, i'm being a bit more proactive... a few more to go i think...!)
hmm heyyyy! lol.. . umm... just if your wondering.. ive stuffed this account up.. this ones my new one if ya wanna go to it. i duno why youd wanna though lol rock on