..it doesn't have a name:D by loltianna, literature
Literature
..it doesn't have a name:D
I ignored what they told me, I pushed forward, I believed. That was my downfall. That was what ruined me, my life, my belief in right and wrong.
I thought I did what was right, but in the end I was still left alone.. Nothing brought her back. I tried, don't tell me I didn't.
I can't forget what she looks like. Oh, how I wish I could forget. But how can I forget my own face. A reminder every morning as I look in the mirror.
--
I was born as two, Alexia, myself, and Jennifer, my sister. We were two separate parts of one person. As we grew up people told stories of our adorable relationship, how close we were. They spoke of how our clos
She opened the door
And from there on her life was changed
She thought she knew everything
And made sure everyone knew it
But she couldn't believe this, didn't want to believe it
That something like this could have been going on in her house and she didn't know
He cried, begged her to know that he was the same person inside
That this didn't change anything
He hurriedly put on clothes, throwing his around
Eyes shone with tears, that were steadily dripping down his cheeks
He looked to her for some sort of acceptance
But her eyes only held confusion
One might even say they held pain
He told her he loved her
That he was the boy sh
every scar, blemish, imperfection
is infallible truth
that you are still alive
that you are a survivor
whether it is outer or less visible
hidden inside
it is still there, shown through toughened skin
it is proof
that you were, at least once, strong
and hopefully it teaches you
that you are not invincible
merely very hard to beat
i believe, and you should too,
that you can bounce back from nearly
anything
and if you feel your strength waver
know that I am there to keep you going
i will always be there
and you will always be a survivor.
Just listen,
to my heart's song,
to the static on the radio,
to the bird's early morning song.
Just listen,
to the old man cry,
as he loses another son,
to an unneccesary war,
when everyone knows,
sons bury fathers,
not fathers burying sons.
Just listen,
to the woman's heart break,
as she learns of the infidelity,
knowing that she is,
just not...good enough.
Just listen,
to the boy's pain
and relief,
as he draws the blade,
against his wrist,
and the blood that spill's forth,
like the hateful slurs,
spilling from the mouth of,
family and friends he thought,
he could trust.
Just listen,
to the girls desperation,
The Mouse gracefully lifts himself,
onto his back paw,
pointed beautifully,
he begins to
spin
and spin
and spin
...and spin
He stops.
The Mouse gracefully raises himself,
onto his hind legs,
balanced expertly,
he begins to
...and leap
and leap
and leap
leap
He stops
His strength,
is only outshined
by his grace, which is
outshined by his beauty
...a mouse, a work of art
he falls
and falls
and falls
and falls
...and falls
the curtain falls
and the crowd rises
the applause i
Loneliness,
Overwhelming my soul
as I watch the,
love and friendship
I cannot contain
my jealousy
my hopes and dreams
to be that special
The bond that is
Unbreakable and unreplaceable
that I wish
that I could have
But not with him
her, unbelievably so
the love that is for her
not understood and shunned
the confusion hurts
while the rejection
kills, twisting deep inside
like a blade, but worse
And each night before
I dream of her
I pray loud, hoping someone,
anyone, will hear
I wake every morning
with unquenched lust
living inside of my body
limbs twisted with desire
But the desire stays
and the confusion, the j
Take ahold of my hand
And whisper those words in my ear
Make sure I know that you love me
Before you let go
But if its possible
Could you please not let go?
I feel that I may fall
And that you are the only thing
Keeping me Standing
-Breathing
-Walking
A girl alone
Wandering, wandering
No place to go
No reason to live
No reason to die
Stuck in endless
Sadness, despair
A forest around her
Yet she does not see
Danger, that is unseen
Numbness
Nothing is felt
Yet the pain is there
The pain of losing
And knowing what is lost
Not just a lost love
But, friends
A family
A rock that
Is gone, gone
The silence is
Overwhelming, incomprehensible
Refusing to understand
What is missing?
Why is it missing?
Life is over
Love is over
What is left?
What is the point?
Nothing, nothing
Darkness, darker
Circles, moving in circles
Falling into the darkness
So tired
Nothing left t
..it doesn't have a name:D by loltianna, literature
Literature
..it doesn't have a name:D
I ignored what they told me, I pushed forward, I believed. That was my downfall. That was what ruined me, my life, my belief in right and wrong.
I thought I did what was right, but in the end I was still left alone.. Nothing brought her back. I tried, don't tell me I didn't.
I can't forget what she looks like. Oh, how I wish I could forget. But how can I forget my own face. A reminder every morning as I look in the mirror.
--
I was born as two, Alexia, myself, and Jennifer, my sister. We were two separate parts of one person. As we grew up people told stories of our adorable relationship, how close we were. They spoke of how our clos
She opened the door
And from there on her life was changed
She thought she knew everything
And made sure everyone knew it
But she couldn't believe this, didn't want to believe it
That something like this could have been going on in her house and she didn't know
He cried, begged her to know that he was the same person inside
That this didn't change anything
He hurriedly put on clothes, throwing his around
Eyes shone with tears, that were steadily dripping down his cheeks
He looked to her for some sort of acceptance
But her eyes only held confusion
One might even say they held pain
He told her he loved her
That he was the boy sh
every scar, blemish, imperfection
is infallible truth
that you are still alive
that you are a survivor
whether it is outer or less visible
hidden inside
it is still there, shown through toughened skin
it is proof
that you were, at least once, strong
and hopefully it teaches you
that you are not invincible
merely very hard to beat
i believe, and you should too,
that you can bounce back from nearly
anything
and if you feel your strength waver
know that I am there to keep you going
i will always be there
and you will always be a survivor.
Just listen,
to my heart's song,
to the static on the radio,
to the bird's early morning song.
Just listen,
to the old man cry,
as he loses another son,
to an unneccesary war,
when everyone knows,
sons bury fathers,
not fathers burying sons.
Just listen,
to the woman's heart break,
as she learns of the infidelity,
knowing that she is,
just not...good enough.
Just listen,
to the boy's pain
and relief,
as he draws the blade,
against his wrist,
and the blood that spill's forth,
like the hateful slurs,
spilling from the mouth of,
family and friends he thought,
he could trust.
Just listen,
to the girls desperation,
The Mouse gracefully lifts himself,
onto his back paw,
pointed beautifully,
he begins to
spin
and spin
and spin
...and spin
He stops.
The Mouse gracefully raises himself,
onto his hind legs,
balanced expertly,
he begins to
...and leap
and leap
and leap
leap
He stops
His strength,
is only outshined
by his grace, which is
outshined by his beauty
...a mouse, a work of art
he falls
and falls
and falls
and falls
...and falls
the curtain falls
and the crowd rises
the applause i
Loneliness,
Overwhelming my soul
as I watch the,
love and friendship
I cannot contain
my jealousy
my hopes and dreams
to be that special
The bond that is
Unbreakable and unreplaceable
that I wish
that I could have
But not with him
her, unbelievably so
the love that is for her
not understood and shunned
the confusion hurts
while the rejection
kills, twisting deep inside
like a blade, but worse
And each night before
I dream of her
I pray loud, hoping someone,
anyone, will hear
I wake every morning
with unquenched lust
living inside of my body
limbs twisted with desire
But the desire stays
and the confusion, the j
Take ahold of my hand
And whisper those words in my ear
Make sure I know that you love me
Before you let go
But if its possible
Could you please not let go?
I feel that I may fall
And that you are the only thing
Keeping me Standing
-Breathing
-Walking
A girl alone
Wandering, wandering
No place to go
No reason to live
No reason to die
Stuck in endless
Sadness, despair
A forest around her
Yet she does not see
Danger, that is unseen
Numbness
Nothing is felt
Yet the pain is there
The pain of losing
And knowing what is lost
Not just a lost love
But, friends
A family
A rock that
Is gone, gone
The silence is
Overwhelming, incomprehensible
Refusing to understand
What is missing?
Why is it missing?
Life is over
Love is over
What is left?
What is the point?
Nothing, nothing
Darkness, darker
Circles, moving in circles
Falling into the darkness
So tired
Nothing left t
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