Now that you're gone it's just as I feared.
There is that hole I knew you filled.
It's gaping again.
Open and pooling.
The emotions that come from the hole.
The just stagnate.
They rest.
Seemingly blocked.
But you know how it is,
Things never are how they seem.
Theres always something in the way.
Something blocking the hole from being what it really should.
Is this new?
The feelings that surrond the question.
They have an acidic coating.
One that erodes.
Decays the true feeling.
The one that matters.
It's awkward in so many ways.
This is love.
There is no question.
Understanding what thoughts mean.
No longer guessing.
Pretending no longer.
Where does the pain come from?
Is there truth from the fraud?
Or is there another?
This rambling will cease.
There is no question.
Swing for one more.
One more what?
Arms and legs tangled.
Wishing to be close.
Oh So Close
It means so much,
These four letters
It means scratches, bumps, scars.
It means cool breezes.
The colors of fire all around.
Falling from the sky.
Descending from the heavens.
It's hard to fully comprehend four letters.
They never really come together like they should.
Since when is moving on so easy?
No tears wasted?
This is new
Normally it's weeks
Could be months
But a three minute car ride?
A new record on so many levels
This small amount of plastic, wiring, and metal.
Only amounts to a device used to torment and degrade.
Degrade the mind as well as the heart.
But yet as it degrades it can also heal.
Heal the distance between him and her.
Why as he holds this mess of plastic in his hand,
Does it have to be her on the other side?
Can it not just be someone else?
Someone who could just,
Heal the degeneration that this mess has done?
The stupid plastic pieces that have cut to the bone.
The wires being bitten apart in order to destroy the source of torment.
The metal screws flying through the madness.
And in the end.
The battered mess still ringing
Peace...
Finally in this place I can see it all.
Feel it all.
Understand the real meaning of the word breathe.
Feel clean air rushing into my lungs.
The trees that keep you centered.
Understanding that the new leaves have been turned.
Just this once...
I understand.
Without the soiled air of the towns we live in.
Just feeling the cleansing gusts of freshness.
Getting lost in my self for only god knows how long.
This type of freedom is lost in a hometown.
Nothing can touch me up here.
This is land untamed by the Industrial Devistation of America.
Nothing happens here but I still can not get past that fact that,
This is peace.
How can he feel so safe when he's lost in you?
In your words of comfort and freedom.
Promises so open and true.
Fearless are your eyes when faced with a challenge.
Dull do his glow when faced with defeat.
Your tears move the stars whenever you cry
The moon could be yours if you ever tried
Where did the time go when we were young?
So careless and free, always having fun.
Sleep, Why?
Eat, What?
Work, When?
Love, How?
How do you love someone when all you've ever known of it was false?
False Hope, False happiness, false love.
Why must we live in desperation of love?
Is it something that pulls us in and keeps us there?
Or is it something that you choose to have happen?
Looking into photos, do you see the shell that you used to be?
Do you hate the memories from the pictures that you have?
The ripped, torn, bitten apart pictures that you just can't delete from your computer?
Yes, you know what this poems about.
It's the poem about your inability to see the ugly truth.
That
You
Are
Destined
To
F
Is this the reason why?
Answer this I think you'll cry
Can you feel the tension in the air?
Static pleasures flying everywhere
Late nights riding home alone
In the darkness flying farther
Don't you love the way she floats
Sliding straight down your throat
Ride the airwaves to disaster
Sleep the days away to safety
Dodge the bullet for the last time
Luck runs out all too quickly
Call out an SOS
Maybe someone'll be there on the other side
Living life to the limit
Seeing love from other people
Fleeing the questions
The answers that will make you cry
Feeling love from loveless bodies
Tasting life, sleeping through death
Choki
Now that you're gone it's just as I feared.
There is that hole I knew you filled.
It's gaping again.
Open and pooling.
The emotions that come from the hole.
The just stagnate.
They rest.
Seemingly blocked.
But you know how it is,
Things never are how they seem.
Theres always something in the way.
Something blocking the hole from being what it really should.
Is this new?
The feelings that surrond the question.
They have an acidic coating.
One that erodes.
Decays the true feeling.
The one that matters.
It's awkward in so many ways.
This is love.
There is no question.
Understanding what thoughts mean.
No longer guessing.
Pretending no longer.
Where does the pain come from?
Is there truth from the fraud?
Or is there another?
This rambling will cease.
There is no question.
Swing for one more.
One more what?
Arms and legs tangled.
Wishing to be close.
Oh So Close
It means so much,
These four letters
It means scratches, bumps, scars.
It means cool breezes.
The colors of fire all around.
Falling from the sky.
Descending from the heavens.
It's hard to fully comprehend four letters.
They never really come together like they should.
Since when is moving on so easy?
No tears wasted?
This is new
Normally it's weeks
Could be months
But a three minute car ride?
A new record on so many levels
This small amount of plastic, wiring, and metal.
Only amounts to a device used to torment and degrade.
Degrade the mind as well as the heart.
But yet as it degrades it can also heal.
Heal the distance between him and her.
Why as he holds this mess of plastic in his hand,
Does it have to be her on the other side?
Can it not just be someone else?
Someone who could just,
Heal the degeneration that this mess has done?
The stupid plastic pieces that have cut to the bone.
The wires being bitten apart in order to destroy the source of torment.
The metal screws flying through the madness.
And in the end.
The battered mess still ringing
Peace...
Finally in this place I can see it all.
Feel it all.
Understand the real meaning of the word breathe.
Feel clean air rushing into my lungs.
The trees that keep you centered.
Understanding that the new leaves have been turned.
Just this once...
I understand.
Without the soiled air of the towns we live in.
Just feeling the cleansing gusts of freshness.
Getting lost in my self for only god knows how long.
This type of freedom is lost in a hometown.
Nothing can touch me up here.
This is land untamed by the Industrial Devistation of America.
Nothing happens here but I still can not get past that fact that,
This is peace.
How can he feel so safe when he's lost in you?
In your words of comfort and freedom.
Promises so open and true.
Fearless are your eyes when faced with a challenge.
Dull do his glow when faced with defeat.
Your tears move the stars whenever you cry
The moon could be yours if you ever tried
Where did the time go when we were young?
So careless and free, always having fun.
Sleep, Why?
Eat, What?
Work, When?
Love, How?
How do you love someone when all you've ever known of it was false?
False Hope, False happiness, false love.
Why must we live in desperation of love?
Is it something that pulls us in and keeps us there?
Or is it something that you choose to have happen?
Looking into photos, do you see the shell that you used to be?
Do you hate the memories from the pictures that you have?
The ripped, torn, bitten apart pictures that you just can't delete from your computer?
Yes, you know what this poems about.
It's the poem about your inability to see the ugly truth.
That
You
Are
Destined
To
F
Is this the reason why?
Answer this I think you'll cry
Can you feel the tension in the air?
Static pleasures flying everywhere
Late nights riding home alone
In the darkness flying farther
Don't you love the way she floats
Sliding straight down your throat
Ride the airwaves to disaster
Sleep the days away to safety
Dodge the bullet for the last time
Luck runs out all too quickly
Call out an SOS
Maybe someone'll be there on the other side
Living life to the limit
Seeing love from other people
Fleeing the questions
The answers that will make you cry
Feeling love from loveless bodies
Tasting life, sleeping through death
Choki
Long Live the Sorrow by myxpoeticxtragedy, literature
Literature
Long Live the Sorrow
You watch as the ink touches paper
These troubled eyes call for a desolate ending
Relieving the burden of your own little hell
A taste of things to come...
Your thoughts make for a good laugh
You won't live to regret your choice set in stone
You've staged a smile for a lifetime too long
There's so much they will never know
...Time to put the act to rest.
Staring through clouded eyes at the only thing between the peace you never had and your everlasting anguish
The once feared enemy, has now become your only hope to escape this wretched tale
Entering the unknown, leaving behind the life you never had.
Just the ink conformed to the
Days seem so long
When I sit here alone
fading in and out of thought
that is but the memory of yesterday
realising that theres no point in living
As I'm living a lie
but what is a lie for truth is a shadow
As i sit trying not to cry
those memories continue to torture me
And what i see before my eyes slowly...
...fades away...
I'm dreaming now
But such a horrid dream is this!
why? why?
...eruption of thought
How can this be truth
When the lies are so much better
Confused at the sights
Confused at the noise
My life is not in control
I am not myself anymore
There's this demon inside me
Trying to free me....
...From...
...
Is this the reason why?
Answer this I think you'll cry
Can you feel the tension in the air?
Static pleasures flying everywhere
Late nights riding home alone
In the darkness flying farther
Don't you love the way she floats
Sliding straight down your throat
Ride the airwaves to disaster
Sleep the days away to safety
Dodge the bullet for the last time
Luck runs out all too quickly
Call out an SOS
Maybe someone'll be there on the other side
Living life to the limit
Seeing love from other people
Fleeing the questions
The answers that will make you cry
Feeling love from loveless bodies
Tasting life, sleeping through death
Choki
Current Residence: Fairfield Conn. Favourite genre of music: ANYTHING! Favourite photographer: JLIFIII Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: Shit for brains Favourite cartoon character: THUMPER!!!! from bambi
I write this in a new mood of sorts. I realize now that life is ever changing no matter how stationary I want it to be. I also realize that my friends are quite possibly the best thing in my life, and therefore should never be overlooked. And as much as a new year coming is sort of big it's just another year in the span of everyones eventual short lives. I've never really recollected on a year like I feel I am about to, but we will try it and see how long this lasts.
First off, my writing failed this year, even if most of the writing I've ever done was this year. I feel as if I didn't put any effort into it. Just whenever I had a break durin
Well I got one entry up. I plan on doing at least two more by April break. At least I hope to.
Also, I'm 18 today. Wooofuckinghooooo.
Not that big once it happens. The only thing that can happen now is if I ever wanted to start smoking I can. And I can be drafted... What fun^^... I can't even fucking gamble yet... That's something I want....
Well Need to go have fun all of you.
Peace
You wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...
Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..
1-3 ~ you're a bad friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend
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If you've been poked it shows that you are either a very good friend or a very good artist. If you have been poked then you must poke at least five people on DA that you view as a great friend or a great artist as well as the one who poked you. Happy Poking!