So its five in the morning
Part of the worlds asleep but were awake
Oh, its not too early in the morning
Lets stay awake for our sake.
Floating in our blissful trance
Ill tell you what, Ive got a plan
Well all stand around and pretend to dance
Some of us will never sleep again.
The cops came a few hours ago
But, dont worry, they wont bother us
It turns out, they were just too slow
We threw them off before they could cuss.
The party is winding down but were still up
Dont touch the volume because I love the bass
Dont mind that guy, hes just drunk
Her marbled hair flowed through the water in a wave of grief.
Falling down beneath the waves, the fire of her heart all too brief.
Incidental emotions and well-placed machinery.
It was just too bad that she became scenery.
Too fast, they say.
She just went too fast today.
Along that dark road, its such a shame.
Now the newspapers proclaim her fame.
Her name was Catherine, and she isnt just a number.
Shes one of many others. But not just another.
Shes important too, I knew her too.
Shes not just a number, not just a number.
Launched out of her seat and into the river.
What an odd way to be delivered.
I want a downpour,
a final crash.
I want an ending and to never look back.
I want sunshine, while it's raining;
thunderclouds that tremble insanely.
I want to destroy everything worth fighting for.
This is war.
This is war.
The sky cries tears of black
and I'll I see is their bloody backs.
I climb a hill of those I laid low,
only to find there's still more to go.
Rip and tear, pillage and plunder.
I refuse, for you, to ever surrender.
You think those shiny rifles will protect you?
Then have at me, mortal, as your fingers tremble.
This is war.
This is war.
I will win this conflict.
With nations in your court,
I'll make a me
Swing, oh swing me on this dream,
This wonderful, fanciful, strawberry swing.
We'll fly and sometimes we'll sing,
All the while swinging, on our strawberry swing.
And when the sky darkens, and the clouds push over,
Here, we'll be dancing, around out strawberry swing.
While others run away from what they see,
I'll be with you, here, on this strawberry swing.
Though it not be sturdy,
Though it not be clean;
Here I will be, blissfully,
Swinging on our strawberry swing.
Maybe it's all the stickers they see,
Covering out strawberry swing,
Or, maybe it's the beautiful tree,
From which our swing swings,
That causes them to shy away f
Dazzling
Shows me sights I thought I'd never see.
Take a look around,
take a look around.
What do you hear?
Everything is dark, there is nothing for me.
Wait, what's that sound,
what's that sound?
There's something near.
Flash, flash, this bulb is black.
There it goes again, ending this dream.
Killing me again,
I can't stand the pain.
I'm not the one who's under attack.
Maybe it's you, or so it seems.
All part of the plan,
I'm not the one who's sane.
Intresting dream.. by Suicidaljellyfish, literature
Literature
Intresting dream..
That glass of water on the table.
No, not that one... that one.
Yes, that one is mine, the one they must have drugged.
Hand-cuffed to a seat in this unbearably hot room with these abominations of human kind, and they can't ever provide me with a little bit of clean water.
Serves me right.
I mean, of course I did it.
Killed those kids, I just had to.
You would too, right?
Of course you would, damn kids.
Just kept pushing my buttons, tossing that football over, asking me to throw it back.
Tearing up my grass with their stupid sports.
Making fun of me because I don't talk to the other residents.
Saying I was all alone because no one
Rock the body,
Touch it softly.
Feel the rhythm, dance this fight.
We know the floor, we know the floor, it breaks down the doors, it breaks down the doors.
Flow with the more, swing to the chord.
Oh, dont stop, theres more.
Anything, anything, dont give up this dance.
Dance with me, in this flighty stance.
A chance glance,
A noticed stop.
You stopped.
Why?
The dance, ended, the players leave the stage.
The curtains are drawn, the wife goes to bed.
The old man dies, the growing season ends.
Its all so sad, really, if you look at it that way.
Dancing and dancing only to fall at the end.
Not what I pla
~trip~
"Fuc-"
*slam-splosh*
".. Ow."
Tripping on the curb is an embarrasing occurance for anyone, but landing face-first, into a coagulated mess of slush and ice tips the bucket.
*slowly pushing himself up, he brushed off a majority of the slush and snow, then attempted to climb the deadly hill in front of him*
This can be said about the character of this fellow; he is upset.
Why he is upset, you may ask?
Well, there are several reasons for this, one, which is offered to us by his little sister, is that he is ".. filled with bad-stuff, so it makes him cranky all the time, that, and no one loves him."
"Oof!"
*giving up on trying to
I hate,
feeling this way.
All i want to do,
is run away.
So far away form here,
but,
perhaps another day.
One more step away,
from where i wanted to be today.
"Fly, fly away my sweet child, for time spent free, is actually worth-while."-Chris
(you can quote me, lol.)
Walls close in... by Suicidaljellyfish, literature
Literature
Walls close in...
These walls are built of solid stone,
there surfaces reflect me alone.
I wish not to be seen,
behind this glossy sheen.
This wall is one with me,
that is for all to see.
(^=poem)
There comes a knocking at the side of my wall.
This is not a knocking, but a pounding.
"Go away!", I yell at the top of my lungs.
There is no answer, only a small humming.
"I mean it!", I yell fruitfully, and yet the knocking continues.
It must be them, they have finally come for me.
I am running, running around in circles in my wall.
I am trapped, my soul is sold, my life is extinguished.
They'll kill me, they all want me to die, but why?
What did i
Lonelyness Opresses by Suicidaljellyfish, literature
Literature
Lonelyness Opresses
I sit alone with this heart of mine,
trying to console it from time to time.
Those who see me think i'm dead inside,
but they can't see what i keep inside.
I'm wonderful,
i'm beutiful,
in every way.
That when other people see me they walk away.
They know i dont care, they know they can't hide,
from this awsome vitality that i hold inside.
So if you see me staring off into space,
sit by me and take a lover's place.
For all i want is the company of another,
caring and compasionate, much like my mother.
There is a woman who i love so dearly,
that the very thought of her mearly,
sets my mind ablaze.
Her electric personality confounds me,
how could such a woman astound me,
with such things i crave.
She thinks upon my train of thought,
as if to complete what i had wroght,
on my way to a shallow grave.
For i could not transpire,
into a world much higher,
whithout this wonderful woman,
for whom i rave.
If she doesn't share my love, then it is time,
For someone to kill me, oh, i'll be quite fine, (laugh, jk/jk)
Everything seems beautiful, the flowers sigh,
The sun gleams, and my eyes cry,
These beautiful images however, can not stay here,
Give it some time, and they will most certainly disappear,
The winter storms will destroy their petals,
Far extinguishing their life into fettle,
But, once all is said and done,
There will always be at least one,
One flower, one petal, one blade of grass,
In which this power of winter, could not possibly grasp,
And when the time comes, this plant shall grow,
For what mother earth reaps, she wil
Why must I wait?
Why can't I have my happiness now?
I want it now!
Alas,
These are thoughts of a spoiled child,
whose mind is filled with desire,
her mouth waters with the thought of owning the world.
Give me the world!
I wish to grasp it with my outstretched fingers,
this world shall be mine, you all will see,
for you cannot escape the glare of me.
. (poem)
These people I see,
They run away form me,
They duck, they hide,
They avert their eyes,
Can they not see,
What lies inside of me?
All my life I hoped for another,
Hoping some day I could find some cover,
From the pelting of the rain.
She ran to me,
She came to me,
And then she fell away.
(chrous)
This is the end,
My time is up,
It's finally time I,
Give up!
She came back one day,
To see if I was o.k.,
To offer up some aid.
But I shut her away,
I hid the pain,
And now it's all too late.
(chorus)
All this pain,
Nothing's real,
All I want is just to feel,
Her gentle touch,
Her beutiful voice,
Her gorgeous figure,
Her simple choice...
SHE CHOSE ME!
How coulden't I see,
My eyes were clouded,
By this strange disease,
Why didn't I see,
I wanted to
It's been a while deviantart. It truely has.
Browsing all my once-friends' profiles brings back semi-painful
memories. But those that I'm still friends with lighten my heart.
*inspirational music*
-keep on keeping on :P-
/end
maybe I'll start going on here again. Of that, I am unsure.
I feel like a kid again, doing all the stupid things I thought were
so cool at the time.
I wonder how you're doing, my long-time-lost friends.
I hope you're well.
I love you, and miss you. :heart:
Weeeeeeelllllllp, I have started college. :)
Fun fun fun...
I actually really like my classes!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
Now I'm hungry.
hmm..
Do want something spicy.
... and I am ready.
I'm so ready. :)
I'm happy, and carefree, and wonderfully splendid.
yay = life.
I worry.
Some of my friends are not having the most fantastic time.
I wish I could help.
Looking forward to life and living.
Planning on doing that for a while.
I have some writings I'll have to put up soon. Maybe on Wensday. :]
:heart: you all!