When you're born
You're soft
Tiny
A beauty everyone has
As a toddler
You're wobbly
Curious
And wandering
As a child
You begin to learn
Who you are
And what you like
As a teenager
You learn
What society wants
What you "should" hide
As an adult
You know who you are
Yet cannot show it
Beacaue of fear
As an old one
Your life is mapped
Along your skin
In wrinkles
Laugh lines
And frown lines
Lines from tears spillt
Lines in which joy is etched
And you hide it
With surgery
Or creams
And unnatural things
Does no one realize
That only
When you are a young child
Do you EVER show yourself
No fear
No worryies
No r
I watched the girl. She came here every night and did various things in the little meadow that was the only real break in the dense trees. Some nights she hummed little melodies and danced, swaying and leaping and moving gracefully as if in a trance. Other times she wrote for hours on end, filling pages of those blue lines with words. Sometimes she simply sat looking at stars or meditating or playing with the grass and flowers around her.
I began watching her when I came across her on a walk through these woods, thinking of everything that had troubled me for countless years.
I'd come to the edge of the meadow and saw her laying in the over
I sat with my back against the rough bark of a big oak tree, one of many in the beautiful forest. I hummed as I wrote word after word of what I felt, saw, and heard in the quiet night.
Crickets chirped. The wind rustled the leaves gently. Small animals scurried as an owl swooped overhead. The shadows shifted and stirred, creating different shapes and unique creatures that weren't really there.
I could hear my own heartbeat, each breath that I calmly let out, every scratch of pen on paper.
I felt at peace. Safe. Calm. Steady.
And then I glanced at the green screen on my watch.
11:47
I jumped up and began running. I had to make it home be
Sometimes I get sad
And down
And mad
And feel crazy
Sometimes I'm happy
And fun
And random!
And you THINK I'm crazy
With all these emotions
Running wild in my heart
You'd think that I was!
But the truth?
I totally am
I'm crazy as hell
And love every second
Even when I hate it!
Because I know
I'm not the only one
And at the same time
I am!
Tonight I feel good
Happy
Bright
Creative even!
And I'll embrace it!
Just as I'll embrace
Those feelings of weakness
That come with my sadness
Or my anger
Or craziness!
Because I know
That there's no changing it
And I wouldn't for the world
I'm beginning to realize
That I a
So what if
I'm lesbian
Bisexual
Straight
Or pansexual
Does it really matter?
Why judge on
My sexuality?
Why not
My writing
Or my art
Or the way that I sing.
If you're going to judge
And I know that you will
Judge on something
That makes me individual
That makes a girl
Different
There are many lebians
Many pans
Many Bis
Many straights
So why not judge
On something
That NO ONE does
Exactly like me
No one can write like me
And I can't write
Like someone else
No one sings like me
And I can sing
Like no one else
No one is the same
In their talents
So why not judge
On something that matters?
Rather than somethi
When you're born
You're soft
Tiny
A beauty everyone has
As a toddler
You're wobbly
Curious
And wandering
As a child
You begin to learn
Who you are
And what you like
As a teenager
You learn
What society wants
What you "should" hide
As an adult
You know who you are
Yet cannot show it
Beacaue of fear
As an old one
Your life is mapped
Along your skin
In wrinkles
Laugh lines
And frown lines
Lines from tears spillt
Lines in which joy is etched
And you hide it
With surgery
Or creams
And unnatural things
Does no one realize
That only
When you are a young child
Do you EVER show yourself
No fear
No worryies
No r
I watched the girl. She came here every night and did various things in the little meadow that was the only real break in the dense trees. Some nights she hummed little melodies and danced, swaying and leaping and moving gracefully as if in a trance. Other times she wrote for hours on end, filling pages of those blue lines with words. Sometimes she simply sat looking at stars or meditating or playing with the grass and flowers around her.
I began watching her when I came across her on a walk through these woods, thinking of everything that had troubled me for countless years.
I'd come to the edge of the meadow and saw her laying in the over
I sat with my back against the rough bark of a big oak tree, one of many in the beautiful forest. I hummed as I wrote word after word of what I felt, saw, and heard in the quiet night.
Crickets chirped. The wind rustled the leaves gently. Small animals scurried as an owl swooped overhead. The shadows shifted and stirred, creating different shapes and unique creatures that weren't really there.
I could hear my own heartbeat, each breath that I calmly let out, every scratch of pen on paper.
I felt at peace. Safe. Calm. Steady.
And then I glanced at the green screen on my watch.
11:47
I jumped up and began running. I had to make it home be
Sometimes I get sad
And down
And mad
And feel crazy
Sometimes I'm happy
And fun
And random!
And you THINK I'm crazy
With all these emotions
Running wild in my heart
You'd think that I was!
But the truth?
I totally am
I'm crazy as hell
And love every second
Even when I hate it!
Because I know
I'm not the only one
And at the same time
I am!
Tonight I feel good
Happy
Bright
Creative even!
And I'll embrace it!
Just as I'll embrace
Those feelings of weakness
That come with my sadness
Or my anger
Or craziness!
Because I know
That there's no changing it
And I wouldn't for the world
I'm beginning to realize
That I a
So what if
I'm lesbian
Bisexual
Straight
Or pansexual
Does it really matter?
Why judge on
My sexuality?
Why not
My writing
Or my art
Or the way that I sing.
If you're going to judge
And I know that you will
Judge on something
That makes me individual
That makes a girl
Different
There are many lebians
Many pans
Many Bis
Many straights
So why not judge
On something
That NO ONE does
Exactly like me
No one can write like me
And I can't write
Like someone else
No one sings like me
And I can sing
Like no one else
No one is the same
In their talents
So why not judge
On something that matters?
Rather than somethi
Heavy breathing
Sweating
Disorientation
It's all to familiar
The screams
The cries
The tears
The pain
The fear
Every night
It was the same
Sleep
Wake
Sleep
Wake
Never getting rest
So
I quit trying
I put an end to the cycle
But now
I've been beat
It's all coming back
It's never going to end
The screams
Only get louder
The cries
Only hurt more
The tears
Only continue to flow
The pain
Only gets stronger
The fear
Only keeps me prisoner longer
red sky
perched behind battle-drawn
blinds, nimbi ab urbe illuminati.
"red sky," my question:
"do you have it?"
"is it yours to give?"
but no, i know you
you are cruel,
those who live under you, cruel.
black box
per noctem spirans
shining; cubiculum caerulio complens.
"black box," i ask:
"do you have it?"
"is it yours to give?"
but no, i've tried you
you mean well,
even as you strangle me.
ipse albus
e lecto calore dimissus
taesus, desperans, fractus.
i have nothing,
no words to spill.
you have nothing for me.
i hate you,
therefore i am;
thus i shall be.
To the girl who thinks:
"I'm worthless"
your wrong
more wrong than you will ever know
Every single obbstical you've faced
shows how strong you really are
Every regret you have
shows how much wiser you are
Every tear you cry
shows how much you care
Everyone that's ever hurt you
can go to hell
Cuz to the girl who thinks she's worth less
She's been through he'll and back
She's been judged her entire life
but never judged any one
She's never see her self as beautiful
but is the most beautiful girl you'll ever meet
She's been hurt so many times
but finds away to still love
To the girl who things she's worthless
you think you
Ever wonder?
What it's like?
Will you burn in "hell"?
or
Will you see those "golden gates"?
Do you see what happened to your loved ones?
Is it everything you ever heard of?
or
Is it everything you feared?
well
I don't wonder
I've gone and come back
I've seen what's next
There were no white lights with angels singing
No golden gates
No demons dragged me by my feet
No flames melted my skin
Every thing I thought it would be was a lie
I woke and saw nothing
No light yet not in darkness
No sounds yet not silent
No "God" yet no "Satan"
It was no paradise yet it was not hell
It was bliss
Then I heard something
but
There
I See Differently by darknessangelskiss, literature
Literature
I See Differently
You see pain
I see promise
While you see struggle
I see strength
Where you see lust
I see love
What you see as fate
I see as fault
You may see a soul
but
I see sarrow
You see darkness
I see differently
When Im not talking to you, Im thinking of you.
When youre away, Im hurting inside for you.
Heart sinking,
Belly aching,
Mind numbing,
Hurt for you.
I miss you.
When Im talking to you, Im thinking of us.
When youre with me I come alive.
Heart beating,
Belly flying,
Mind racing,
Alive for you.
I love you.
I watched the girl. She came here every night and did various things in the little meadow that was the only real break in the dense trees. Some nights she hummed little melodies and danced, swaying and leaping and moving gracefully as if in a trance. Other times she wrote for hours on end, filling pages of those blue lines with words. Sometimes she simply sat looking at stars or meditating or playing with the grass and flowers around her.
I began watching her when I came across her on a walk through these woods, thinking of everything that had troubled me for countless years.
I'd come to the edge of the meadow and saw her laying in the over
Hair Color: Dyed black Eye Color: Hazel brown (depending on my mood they go from gold to green) Height: 5' 4" Best Feature: Eyes School: I'm not gonna say Music of choice: Dubstep or Screamo Favorite Color: Emerald Green Favorite Dessert: BlueBell Homeade Vanilla IceCream Sexuality: Pansexual Religion: Wiccan Religion Goddess: Hecate Tattoos: Nada...yet Piercings: ears, Smoke: Sometimes Drink: sometimes Drugs: Never Nickname: Kitty ;)
I'm a person. My sexuality means nothing, neither does my preference for women. Why can't it be left at that? I am a person. Just another girl. I want to be open like you. Not have to worry about when I'll be beat in a public bathroom next. Not have to wonder when my family will finally turn me away. Not have to hate walking around. Not have to bear the weight of the world on my own shoulders every time my girl cries. Not have to be a secret. But when I'm writing I don't worry at all. From eroticas to my own thoughts on anything. When I'm writing I am me. Just another person.
Current Residence: Unsure Favourite genre of music: Screamo, Techno, Trance Favourite style of art: Abstract Favourite cartoon character: Hello Kitty
Favourite Movies
The Corpse Bride
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Blood on the Dance Floor, HeadHunterz, Ry Legit, Jeffree Star
Gosh, everything's been crazy lately! I'm sorry for the long wait for people who have messaged me.... 347 notifications, 25 messages, and a few watches.... I'm back for the moment and I'll get your messages answered as soon as I can....
It sucks when people you love don't approve of your lifestyle. I'm kinda tired of bing laughed at for my choices and the things I didn't choose. When will this bull end?