Through a Splinter by missing-whisper13, literature
Literature
Through a Splinter
I think nothing
of a splinter,
until my hand slides
down a wood rail
and a sliver pierces
my finger,
then I can think of
nothing else.
A small seed means nothing,
until my mother plants it,
and a flower blooms,
then its aroma reaches my
nose and makes me feel good,
or causes me to sneeze.
A simple word, like love, means nothing,
until I hear it spoken and see it lived out
by someone who matters most to me,
then I feel more alive than ever.
Small things,
they don't mean much at all,
until they somehow find their way
into my life,
through a splinter,
through a flower,
through a word,
like love.
Merry Freakin' Christmas by missing-whisper13, literature
Literature
Merry Freakin' Christmas
'Tis the season
For fire proof evergreens,
coverd in pine scented,
aerosol snow.
Hip-hop carols,
Performed by prepackaged teen divas,
backed by one-man synthesizer orchestras.
Drunken Santa Clauses for
every gas station,
And the latest in nativity scene technology:
"Hear the baby Jesus cry!"
Do genuine kisses exist,
in a world of plastic mistletoe?
Merry Freakin' Christmas by missing-whisper13, literature
Literature
Merry Freakin' Christmas
'Tis the season
For fire proof evergreens,
coverd in pine scented,
aerosol snow.
Hip-hop carols,
Performed by prepackaged teen divas,
backed by one-man synthesizer orchestras.
Drunken Santa Clauses for
every gas station,
And the latest in nativity scene technology:
"Hear the baby Jesus cry!"
Do genuine kisses exist,
in a world of plastic mistletoe?
Through a Splinter by missing-whisper13, literature
Literature
Through a Splinter
I think nothing
of a splinter,
until my hand slides
down a wood rail
and a sliver pierces
my finger,
then I can think of
nothing else.
A small seed means nothing,
until my mother plants it,
and a flower blooms,
then its aroma reaches my
nose and makes me feel good,
or causes me to sneeze.
A simple word, like love, means nothing,
until I hear it spoken and see it lived out
by someone who matters most to me,
then I feel more alive than ever.
Small things,
they don't mean much at all,
until they somehow find their way
into my life,
through a splinter,
through a flower,
through a word,
like love.
Current Residence: Under Your Bed Skin of choice: Yours Favourite cartoon character: GiR Personal Quote: Here's my kiss to betray. Desperate to brush the lips of grace.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Underoath, Godsmack, Dead Man in Reno, Cradle of Filth
I found this on one of my friends pages and decided to post it on here. It's also on my communities, woo! I just can't give up showing this to people.
She's beautiful, but she'll never admit
it. Technology is her life, literally. Ask
her for a good movie, she'll give you five.
Cute shirts and ripped jeans are her
trademarks. She's afraid of the dark and
obsessed with Dr. Pepper. When she smiles
her whole face lights up. Her hearts been
broken by a guy who doesn't love her. And
you know what? She doesn't care.
He wrote that for me, how sweet is that?
..::+::..
I miss her so much.
I love him so much.
<3 Lizzie
Skin so pale, the pain stands out like a dark ugly afterthought. Misery, she says, oh sweet oblivion. All I can see is the pale light of the stars floating around behind closed lids. The rest of the world is black.
Confusion strikes.
Eyes so blue, the pain stands out like a dark ugly afterthought. Dreams, she says, oh sweet torture. All I can see is grey. The color having leaked away long ago.
Ache settles.
Hair so light, the pain stands out like a dark ugly afterthought. Hope, she says, never ending wonder. All I can see are people passing by. The ability to speak having vanished long ago.
..::~-~::..
I really can't think of anything t
"Teenage Angst"
Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes.
Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
You see through my disguise
At the drive-in, double feature,
pull the lever, break the fever
and say your last goodbyes.
Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever ever goes my way
One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time.
Trapped in amber, petrified.
And still not satisfied
Airs and social graces, elocution so divine.
I'll stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time,
both spineless and sublime.
Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever - ever goes my way.
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*gathp* I am starting over on deviant art. No, I am not taking away any deviations but I will not be submitting any for a while yet. I am currently working on my photography skills and hope they do not go to waste. My photo's and "other" works of art will be placed here whenever I decide they fit dA standars. AKA dA satisfied. O___o