how i hate you
hide your face
no one hears you scream your pain
filled with madness
you damn disgrace
loose your blood like calming rain
love your anger
feed your spite
eat the apple
one poison bite
how i hate you
hide your face
staring back with eyes like mine
break the mirror
you damn disgrace
go ahead and cross the line
looking
i'm leaving
searching
no feeling
you'll miss me
but i won't
how i hate you
hide your face
staring back with eyes like mine
break the mirror
you damn disgrace
go ahead and cross the line
"Ahoy," the captain shouted
From the SS Clam Chowder
"There be a shark a-comin'
Blast the beast to powder!"
As the shark approached
Teeth bared to eat the crew
It gave a fearsome squeak
Then jumped in the air and flew
Prepared to strike the ship
It was hit a mighty blow
A cobra coming to the rescue
Had shot up from below
The Chowder and its fleet
Of one hundred and eighty-two
Cheered the cobra's victory
But the danger wasn't through
A giant yellow duck
Fixed with a wicked smile
Was coming with a horde
That stretched out near a mile
From savage red sea monkeys
To an alien submarine
And an octopus named Herold
That was s
One time I said I'd die for you
And now I'll die because of you
So many times I believed what you said
Too blind to see that your love was dead
I drank your poison and thought it the sweetest of wines
And now, only too late, I see all the lies
In my mind you never did wrong
When behind my illusions, it was you all along
Why'd you let me blame myself?!
I fell for it so many times before
Now life's just not worth it anymore
The more I feel, the less I'm alive
I'll join the chorus of fallen angels tonight
I drank your poison and thought it the sweetest of wines
And now, only too late, I see all the lies
In my mind you never did
Vacuum, scrub, vacuum, scrub, and vacuum again. Mother didn't allow Ty to stop until every trace of mud and water was gone. It seemed like an impossible task. Even after all the water had dried, the dirt refused to come out. There remained faint, brown marks from his shoes. These had to go before Ty could go and he kept at it until his arms ached. But after anything visible had disappeared, he was still forced to work at the invisible mess that his parents somehow still saw.
Finally, he was stopped by sharp words from his mother.
"For heaven's sake, boy, can't you see the floor is clean? Put that goddamned thing away and get to your room.
Ty was shivering violently by the time he reached home. Icicles hung in his hair and his clothes were stiff with frost. It almost made him gag to think what condition his school books were in. How much money was he going to have to fork over to the school just in book fines?
"Where've ya been, bro?" Emily shouted the moment her brother had walked through the door. "We had to start cleaning for you. Hey, where's the vacuum?" She was in the kitchen somewhere by the sound of things.
"In th-th-the cl-closet," Ty stuttered angrily through his chattering teeth. &
The day went fairly well for Ty. He managed to escape getting shoved into his locker and got to eat his lunch before someone decided to take it. The major bully, Bruce Diemer, was sick at home and there was a substitute in geometry who completely forgot to grade yesterdays assignments, allowing Ty an extra day to get them finished.
He sat in seventh hour jazz band, talking with Tiffany Collins, the lead alto sax, waiting for the bell to ring. Going home after school didnt seem like the best ending to his decent day but he had no choice. He wasnt needed at work and students werent allowed to hang around after scho
Ty! Ty, Emily took my hair clip! Britney ran downstairs to find her brother; her sister, Emily, hot on her heels.
Its only fair, you little twerp, Emily shouted. You stole mine!
Ty caught Britney as she reached the bottom step, pulling her behind him and out of Emilys vengeful reach. Whoa, raging pygmies, he said, holding up a hand to halt Emily but also keeping a hold of Britney. Em, why did you take Britneys hair clip?
Emily indignantly put her hands on her hips and pouted. Britney stole mine. Its only fair! She cant have both!
Two feelings at once
One fear, the other anger
I cannot act
the fear is greater
Don't hit me...
I hate you!
Don't hurt me...
I loathe you!
I cringe from your hand
I'm defiant for my right
I hide from the pain
I face you to fight
Don't touch me!
Please love me...
Don't harm me!
Please hug me...
No more will i take this
But i hide just the same
I'll stand up to your violence
But i give in to the pain
Don't hate me...
I'll fight you!
Don't leave me...
I'll hit you!
You make my life hell!
Why do i still love you?
today is yesterday's tomorrow by lost-creed, literature
Literature
today is yesterday's tomorrow
Our hopes are always one ahead
Our memries one behind
This explains why happiness
Is always hard to find
Our dreams are in tomorrow
And our thoughts in yesterday
Today is our reality
Where most dont want to stay
Tomorrow holds a promise
But tomorrow is a spoof
And evry time we wake up
Our eyes behold the truth
The day we had to leave behind
Became a yesterday
And tomorrows still just one ahead
And were still in today
And finally we realize
The reason to our sorrow
Today is just a yesterday
That waits to be tomorrow
how i hate you
hide your face
no one hears you scream your pain
filled with madness
you damn disgrace
loose your blood like calming rain
love your anger
feed your spite
eat the apple
one poison bite
how i hate you
hide your face
staring back with eyes like mine
break the mirror
you damn disgrace
go ahead and cross the line
looking
i'm leaving
searching
no feeling
you'll miss me
but i won't
how i hate you
hide your face
staring back with eyes like mine
break the mirror
you damn disgrace
go ahead and cross the line
this character represents the literary side of me. the side of me that writes songs, tells stories, and enjoys poems
makla, my other and more outspoken side, is the more visual side of me. that side loves patterns and colors and textures. making things outside of reality as well as deep within it
i think this is becoming a sort of therapy. writing all the shit down. i don't care if people see it or not, really. its not like i'm over abundant of watchers so i figure its pretty safe to just put whatever emotional diarrhea comes from my disfunctional fingertips. yeah, i could vent my frustrations on an empty word document. and i do. you don't want to see the files i've got piled up just from rantings. but those are ones i DO care if people see. they have things in them only the love of my life and my current councilor know of.
as it is, i feel no remorse in plaguing my page with yet another spash of whiney dribble. again, you can choos
i........ i'm writing just to write....... don't have anything to say......... guess i better find some sort of topic before i go crazy...
thank you for the replies to my last journal. gave me things to think about. and i wish i could say i'm feeling better but it hasn't changed much on the positive end of things. i had a breakdown at the counciling center the other day. taking advice of others, i sought help from my fellow councilors and they were very willing. wasn't long before they started to crack away at the fake calm. i was so embarassed... they don't all have the type of background as me, but some of them do. and i've never seen them
I don't know how often you come on here nowadays but. . . I was just thinking back to those Dragnix days, ha ha. . . And I wanted to thank you! For all the encouragement and everything, you really helped me to grow as an artist back then. It's crazy to think I went from a hyper kid scrawling dragons in MS Paint to an art student, gosh.
I know you were having a tough time the last time I spoke to you, but I really hope you're doing well, dude. I miss ya. <3
Thank you so much for the , the and the funky little llama too! I appreciate it!
I'll be back this afternoon to check out the rest of your work! So far, I am very impressed and touched by your writings! That's says a lot about your empathic and caring character!