Like Freya, I cried
I love him so,
He was my son
my brother
my father
my lover
and so,
Like Freya, I cried
I love him
His thoughts were mine
His feelings my own
and so,
I felt the pain rip through my soul
Like the sword pierced his body
and so,
Like Freya, I cried
and now
I loved him like the moon and the sun
I mourn him like the wolf wails the night
Like Freya, I cry
A tear
A fear
A resolution
A decision
A broken heart
A mistake.
We all have those and always will.
Those and more.
An indecision
An error
A regret
A life
A moment
A death
They say that regret comes with the last breath
If that is so, I don't want to have it.
That last breath that brings the regret.
You can take it from me.
Kiss me to sleep
With your rouge lips.
Don't let me breath.
Don't let me think.
Strip me from my mind and emotions.
From my decisions and make it yours.
Make it yours.
Make me yours.
My body,
My mind.
Take it from me.
Take it all.
Leave me nothing.
Leave me dead.
Breathless.
Boneless.
Gone.
I feel when I'm not thinking and think when I want to feel. I beg for my heart to shut and for my soul to still because my mind is free and I wish for it to wander.
At the light of the covered Moon and Stars, I write what's on my head and wish for it to be in my heart.
With the whispers of the world and the scream in this chest, I whimper deep inside. Begging for enclosure, begging for protection.
As this cold summer breeze dances around me and this sweater, I picked from somewhere, protects me, I wish for release.
Release me from the Demons hiding in the deepest corner of this room I picture.
I imagine a cube. A cube with no lights, jus
It's yours. It hurt. It's gone by AmIemoSoe, literature
Literature
It's yours. It hurt. It's gone
It's yours...
You want it don't you?
Just for the selfishness of it.
It's yours.
I want you to have it.
Just for the the loneliness that I carry.
It's yours!
So open your arms,
Broaden your smile.
It's yours...
Then I'll give it up.
I will succumb.
It hurts...
You've used it too much.
It wasn't enough.
It hurts.
But I've given up,
It isn't enough.
It hurts!
You've shred it to pieces.
You won't give up.
It hurts...
I'm bracing this body,
An empty shell.
The war is over.
Now that it's all set and done,
I just want to be alone.
Like Freya, I cried
I love him so,
He was my son
my brother
my father
my lover
and so,
Like Freya, I cried
I love him
His thoughts were mine
His feelings my own
and so,
I felt the pain rip through my soul
Like the sword pierced his body
and so,
Like Freya, I cried
and now
I loved him like the moon and the sun
I mourn him like the wolf wails the night
Like Freya, I cry
A tear
A fear
A resolution
A decision
A broken heart
A mistake.
We all have those and always will.
Those and more.
An indecision
An error
A regret
A life
A moment
A death
They say that regret comes with the last breath
If that is so, I don't want to have it.
That last breath that brings the regret.
You can take it from me.
Kiss me to sleep
With your rouge lips.
Don't let me breath.
Don't let me think.
Strip me from my mind and emotions.
From my decisions and make it yours.
Make it yours.
Make me yours.
My body,
My mind.
Take it from me.
Take it all.
Leave me nothing.
Leave me dead.
Breathless.
Boneless.
Gone.
I feel when I'm not thinking and think when I want to feel. I beg for my heart to shut and for my soul to still because my mind is free and I wish for it to wander.
At the light of the covered Moon and Stars, I write what's on my head and wish for it to be in my heart.
With the whispers of the world and the scream in this chest, I whimper deep inside. Begging for enclosure, begging for protection.
As this cold summer breeze dances around me and this sweater, I picked from somewhere, protects me, I wish for release.
Release me from the Demons hiding in the deepest corner of this room I picture.
I imagine a cube. A cube with no lights, jus
It's yours. It hurt. It's gone by AmIemoSoe, literature
Literature
It's yours. It hurt. It's gone
It's yours...
You want it don't you?
Just for the selfishness of it.
It's yours.
I want you to have it.
Just for the the loneliness that I carry.
It's yours!
So open your arms,
Broaden your smile.
It's yours...
Then I'll give it up.
I will succumb.
It hurts...
You've used it too much.
It wasn't enough.
It hurts.
But I've given up,
It isn't enough.
It hurts!
You've shred it to pieces.
You won't give up.
It hurts...
I'm bracing this body,
An empty shell.
The war is over.
Now that it's all set and done,
I just want to be alone.
We laugh.
We are sitting in a staircase,
Somewhere,
I can't remember where.
We are smiling,
The sweet feeling of desire.
Smiling still,
Desiring...
Still.
I look at your lips,
Wondering their taste.
Maybe they're bittersweet.
Sweet, because,
ain't that what it's suppose to be?
Bitter, because
I know
It's forbidden.
I'm desiring still.
I look at your lips.
Mine!
They are eager,
My tongue smoothes them
and eventually
My teeth capture them
My lips are eager,
They want to know,
The feel of your flesh,
The taste of your inocence.
I'm looking at your lips.
Eager,
Desiring,
still...
I'm that flirtatious stranger on the corner of your eye.
I'm that mystery that you want to solve.
I'm the rose that you want...
I'm that smile that you want to give.
I'm that laugh that you need to hear.
I'm that fragrance that fills your house.
I'm a pleasured sigh.
I'm the waves of happiness.
I'm the redness of passion
I'm that truth that was left untold.
I'm that last action that was left undone.
I'm the dry core.
I'm that lie that you had to say.
I'm that scream that you heard.
I'm the petals falling...
I'm the actions you couldn't forgive.
I'm those forsaken words.
I'm the dead rose
Eu pergunto-me se os poetas pensaram mesmo em tudo aquilo que supostamente estudamos nos seus épicos poemas.
Se Fernando Pessoa pensou mesmo no classicismo das sensações quando escreveu acerca de si mesmo e das suas trágicas dúvidas. Crises existenciais era o que ele tinha!
Se fosse um adolescente a pensar assim, seria chamado de "emo" e posto no escritório de um psiquiatra, porque os pais não saberiam o que fazer com ele. Pobre menino!
Se fosse um adulto estaria nas ruas a pedir dinheiro só para mais um maço de tabaco, ou bem pior. As pessoas afastariam-se dele porque simplesmente, "não
A cheerful person! That's what you want me to be.... Alright! I can handle it. How about I start with writing a cheerful story, like the Lilith's story?!
Lilith was a young girl. She lived in a tree that sprouted gums.
One night she dreamed of a colorful place. There, she met a unicorn that shoot rainbows out of his ass!
Ooops! Sorry... Let me rephrase the last sentence.
There, she met a unicorn that left a trail of a miscellany of colors everytime he leaped!
Is that good enough?
Does it need more colors or mystical creatures?
Maybe if I write about the warrior who had the soul of a Phoenix you'll appreciate it more.
You say I need to
Get Out! I said... Get Out! Leave!
I can't take it anymore. The pressure in my head. The aching for some relieve.
I want you to leave!
Oh! How I wish I could just relax. Like my cheeks do everytime I'm savouring that bittersweet chocolate I bought as mere act of selfishness.
Leave me alone!
If you won't leave with a simple request then I will ask politelly.
Could you please leave me in peace? Or is that ask for too much?
I guess you won't leave me. Well then, I'm going to keep tasting this block of bittersweet heaven and let my body swim in pleasure while my mind is in your hands.
When I entered the room of the one I desired the only thing I saw were Shadows. Inside Darkness, the Shadows were dancing.
Dancing at the sound of the beating heart that belonged to the one sitting next to the bed.
I walked to the source of those Shadows to understand the reasons. The only thing that came from those beautiful lips made my heart sunk.
-He is dead.
I wonder if you have seen me look at you;
If you look at me too.
I wonder if you see who I truly am;
Will you like me if I show you this wounded soul?
Will you want to see more if I show you the holes?
I could say scars, but....
Holes seem to fit better because I'm not healing.
I'm yearning;
I'm searching;
I'm looking for what is missing;
I'm exploring myself
I really wish you looked at me.
Not just look! I don't think it's enough.
See me;
Watch me;
Search for me;
Beware.
You'll have to go far;
Dig deep, so deep you won't see the sun.
I really wish we could be friends.
Will you be my friend?
My true friend?
Are you will
Hello Guys!
Teenage-Writers (https://www.deviantart.com/teenage-writers) Opened a contest! http://teenage-writers.deviantart.com/journal/Finished-for-now-273238392
Aaaaaaaand the results were:
The winner is Burning Out, and Falling Fast by russetwolf1 (https://www.deviantart.com/russetwolf1)
And highly commended is awarded to Summer Child by jazz-watson (https://www.deviantart.com/jazz-watson)
Congratulations to everyone!! :la:
:party: Hello cool people!!
How have you been? How was Christmas?
I can't complain, it was good enough :) I'm so sorry I've been missing. I don't have much for you to read, I only have drawings ^^;
Well, Happy New Year my deviant fellows :party:
Oh Yeah Fuckers!
Meet the soon to be landscaper!!! (Landscape Architecture FTW!)
It's gonna take me years but I sure hope to love and endure each year!
MWAHAHAHAHAH
Ofc that means less time here, but meh, have to deal with it!
I'm so into this!
Peace bros! Gonna crash!
ps: Excuse the language, too happy (and drunk) to deal with it.