Insecurities.
Screaming at me,
haunting me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
apart,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
each burn,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
Puffy eyes,
tear-stained cheeks,
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
talented enough,
smart enough,
good enough.
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
a young girl yawns,
darkness falls.
her thoughts still racing.
she slips under the covers.
her head hits the pillow.
her thoughts still racing.
she squeezes her eyes shut,
tries to play herself a lullaby.
her thoughts still racing.
she lays in bed for hours,
no closer to sleep.
her thoughts still racing.
she clears every thought from her mind,
they all come flooding back.
her thoughts still racing.
a young girl yawns,
dawn breaks.
her thoughts still racing.
i lost my drive for achievement,
i've misplaced my will for success,
i can't bring myself to try harder,
i'm really becoming a mess.
i'm in too deep,
a little too late,
though i still care,
i'll just sit and wait.
i'm destroying my world,
i've let you down,
i'm a disappointment,
in my imperfections i drown.
i have no drive to try,
i've pretty much given up hope,
i have no reason to change this,
i don't know how to cope.
The stone wall is peaking,
Making it's rise to the top.
I try not to think about us often,
I've simply put my heart on stop.
When people look at me,
All that pity in their eyes,
I stare back with my fake contempt,
Causing them to step back in surprise.
They say I take things quite well,
They think I'm doing just fine,
But truth is, I'm not taking it at all,
although deep down I've lost my shine.
I had this gut feeling from the start,
That I would end up broken,
But an idea called love got in the way,
Now on bitter tears I'm chokin'.
In my imagination you were different,
You were just the boy of my dreams,
But reality kicked
You left me here,
alone in the cold.
I can almost see the wind blow.
It brings back memories,
memories of you.
The way you used to smile,
you know, back we were two.
three musketeers minus one, "best friends".
The warth of your hug,
and those silly jokes you told,
while trying to cheer me up, force one smile out of me.
I opened up to you, telling you everything.
& now thinking back I realize...
you told me nothing.
Nothing worth knowing, anyway.
Whatever happened? Did you just get bored?
I'm not always cheery, not always interesting,
but I thought best friends was more than that.
Maybe I was too eager,
eager to believe I fi
Insecurities.
Screaming at me,
haunting me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
apart,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
each burn,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
Puffy eyes,
tear-stained cheeks,
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
talented enough,
smart enough,
good enough.
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
I'm trying to escape,
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
A Beautiful - Terrible Scene by brokenxbeauty, literature
Literature
A Beautiful - Terrible Scene
You are in a vast forest. You walk into a big clearing, a meadow. Soft, lush, green grass is growing with little clumps of tiny yellow flowers here and there. The meadow is very big and is surrounded by trees on all sides, but one.
In the distance you see something glisten in the sun and run towards it. It’s a lake, filled with clear, blue, glistening water, not that deep. At the bottom you can see the white sand and little fish swimming. Around the lake are cherry, peach, and apple trees, ripe and sweet-smelling, in full bloom. You pull a peach off of one of the trees and bite into it, tasting it’s sweet juices.
You look up
I'm sorry for the things I do,
sorry for the things I say.
Sorry that I talked to you,
sorry that I'm this way.
I'm sorry that I trusted you,
and sorry that I lied.
Sorry that I laughed at you,
sorry that I cried.
I'm sorry that I hated you,
I'm sorry I loved you too,
I'm sorry that you broke my heart,
and that it still belongs to you.
Trying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.
Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.
I used to be cheery, it used to be real.
But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.
Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."
Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?
So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?
Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.
Everyone changes.
As they look upon her casket,
tears in their eyes,
wondering why she did this,
they can't seem to help but cry.
What they don't know would hurt them,
suicide was her dismiss,
but could you call it suicide?
she was dead so long before this.
hey, pretty girl,
try not to cry.
i know he broke your heart,
it all was just a lie.
hey, pretty girl,
try and smile just for me.
forget all about him,
he's worthless as can be.
hey, pretty girl,
don't let this bring you down.
you've got far too pretty a smile,
to waste it on a frown.
It's the little things I know about Caitlyn Cameron.
She never tells anyone the big things.
Once, Caitlyn Cameron broke in front of me.
She leaned against the dirty bathroom stall
And clutched herself, like it was all that held her
Together.
"My sister cut herself last night."
And the one time Caitlyn Cameron trusted someone
Enough to see her break
That someone could not help her.
Sometimes when it rains,
Caitlyn Cameron will stand out in the water
And ask God why she wasn't good enough.
She says it feels good to blame someone for her cut-off angel wings.
She can still feel them desperately trying to take her some place better.
lights like it's god by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
lights like it's god
she wants her veins to be bigger
so they can hug the room when it starts spinning.
she wants a time machine and more storms.
she doesn't want an 'It's Gonna Be Okay'.
she wants an end.
except i'm not sure i know what you
want anymore, sister.
i think you want to sleep it away.
i think you want to stop the yelling.
i surrounded our old childhood playground
with real world problems, sister.
then doused it in too-expensive gasoline
and lit the whole damn thing on fire
so no one can touch those ours my memories.
is that what you want?
memories from the days when your problems were
so simple you didn't need a knife or needle to so
the most honest poem i've ever written by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
the most honest poem i've ever written
I keep a bible by my bed and tell myself
One day, I'll read it.
I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives you
That you never really wanted.
I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yet
You're still standing on the shore, waving
Good-bye to your loved ones.
I like rain and you and breathing
And only one of those is optional.
I think horrible things are funny,
and cry when I lose something I thought
I'd have forever.
For what it's worth, I can't
Imagine next year without you
And I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes
'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,
I'm sick of 'flying'.
If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.
imagine:
you're fifteen
sitting by the roadside
plucking daisies
waiting for love to come along
& there he comes
a man
(the man of your dreams?)
& talks to you nice
nicer
than the brothers back home
he talks like you're a woman
not just the baby sister
he talks like you're worth something
not just there to be teased
can you blame me?
i went with him
i thought, why not?
he looked good enough
he seemed kind enough
i wanted to believe him
even when he hurt me
i wanted him to love me
i wanted to be loved
can you blame me?
my brothers didn't
they blamed him
i wish they'd blamed me
i wish they'd listened
to my story
bu
A Slow Drive through Yosemite by livingbyair, literature
Literature
A Slow Drive through Yosemite
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay,"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up from a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted to paint
like
Hold On To Your Heart by AngeliqueRaindrops, journal
Hold On To Your Heart
:heart:
Time to dig out all of the love.
Spread it.
:dalove:
~spotlightplz (https://www.deviantart.com/spotlightplz)
-For The Longest Time-Billy Joel
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:music:If you said goodbye to me tonight there would still be music left to write/what else could I do:music:
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:music:I'm so inspired by you that hasn't happened for the longest time:music:
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:music:Once I thought my innocence was gone now I know that happiness goes on that's where you found me:music:
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:music:When you put your arms around me I haven't been there for the lon
violins were always playing in the drums of my fifteen year old ears,
do you know, i think my fingers were bent over before i turned seventy,
and dry beyond their years, too tattered to be there,
just because those narrow bones badly needed something to hold between them.
and its so strange,
because whenever i hear songs without words i imagine you singing.
her beauty,
shines as bright as a star.
glows palely in the moonlight.
burns radiant in the sunshine.
her eyes,
soft and sensual, like a mother's touch.
big and green, pretty like money.
the key to her heart, mind, and soul.
her lips,
as smooth as cocoa butter.
juicy as a ripe red apple.
longing to feel a lover's kiss.
her heart,
cold like a winter frost.
lonely like a high school geek.
cracked like a broken record.
her mind,
deep like the ocean blue.
sharp like a razorblade.
wandering like a lost soul.
her body,
petite like a china doll.
her skin a milky white.
warm to the touch, like fire.
her soul,
torn like a ri
22-year-old journalism major, English minor from USA. studying abroad this semester (Spring 2014) in Norway. I'm trying to get back in touch with my creative side. I love reading, writing, sketching, photos, crafts and DIY, fishing, travel & camping.
I promised myself I'd work on my writing, so I promised myself I'd write something this weekend.
Going for a hike today, we'll see if that inspires something decent from me on Sunday/Monday.
Here goes nothin'...
:)
I posted all of this work in 2006, with no idea or hopes that anyone would ever be able to enjoy my writing. I hoped for critique and self improvement. I hoped to find that I was not alone on the emotional rollercoaster of life.
I wrote these poems in middle school and early high school years to express the depression and feeling utterly lost that I was experiencing. Many have similar feelings growing up.
I hadn't logged into the site for years, when one day I was bored and I did. Only to find out that my "Is it love?" had blown up - been favorited and commented on more times than I ever thought possible.
To everyone who has enjoyed my wor
I'm taking a photography class this year, and so far, I love it! We're using these old cameras, processing black and white, and well, I'm learning a lot. (: I'm really excited and we started making our first prints today. I've made one so far, so I'll probably be posting lots of photos this year!
Also, I think I'll be posting a lot of makeup photos, as I'm planning to attend a cosmetology school when I graduate. And well, I love playing with makeup.
Can't wait to get some new stuff up!
Are you still writing? I have read every poem and story of yours but the world would be so lucky to hear more art from the best author I know. You inspire me more than I thought any writer could!
Your writing is very enthralling..! On another point, if I could be so rude as to bother you with a survey I made about deviantart and I'm trying to get it to as many different people on deviantart so I can get into a large variety of opinions and artists. If you could take it or even post a journal about it I would be eternally grateful! Thank you for your time, have a nice day! docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAI…