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Blinded Trust In The CrossroadsHere I am, standing in the midstBlinded Trust In The Crossroads by ChiharusMoon
Of the crossroads
Or maybe it is in that grassy field I cherish
Which is the setting of a particular countryside lover's dream....~
I hear the violins playing such a dark yet beautiful melody
Which I am very familiar with
of my emotions
A line is said in my head, from a movie I know so well:
♪ Play your horn, don't spare the tone
And blow a little soul into the tune ♫
I used to imagine myself singing this character's lines
To the one I cherish most deeply in my heart
I still love him dearly
No matter how angry he gets me
No matter how much pain he caused a while ago
I still love and care for him very much
But our paths have altered in different directions
An unfortunate curse of the hopeless romantic in place...~
A blindfold is wrapped around my eyes
I feel so lost and so confused
Am I treasured
Or am I something of temporary wort
Take Me Into The TARDISDoctor, I see you in your TARDISTake Me Into The TARDIS by ChiharusMoon
How vast and wide is the inside
Yet, on the outside, it appears small
Why is everything so inside-out?
Doctor, please take me to another world
A world where everything goes -my- way
Or at least
Take me back to the time
When my world wasn't falling apart
Take me to the place when romance began
When the greatest days had begun
When I, for once in my life,
Believed I was more beautiful than any jewel
A young man had ever set his eyes upon
Doctor, please take me away
Away to that grassy field
Where I danced, was hugged and kissed
Played in the babbling brook, picnics on the grass
Surprises were created, kissing sessions were exchanged
Given flowers to, told so many lovely things
I never believed I would hear
From someone I carry with me in my heart
Take your sonic screwdriver
And mend my heart, please....
There are the broken memories if you don't believe me
Here are the tears I have shed for him
Please help me believe
ExhaustIt’s a baptism of bleachExhaust by TigerSlinx
To clear all of the air inside your tired lungs
A stagnant pool filled to overflowing
Going nowhere fast
Faster than the speed of sound
Pounding against lock and key
Pulling a little B&E
Leaving things behind for you to find that
You won’t remember buying
That you will swear have always been there
Until you believe it
Until you’ve dragged in by it’s hind legs
Beaten it to death and skinned it just
To cover the hole beneath your feet
You repeat the words until they become truth
Become truth until you can deny anything if you
HedonistYou can figure it outHedonist by TigerSlinx
Separate it from all the other parts
It sounds different, doesn't it?
One discordant note that sticks out like an arm
Grabbing passing fancies with all the eagerness of gluttony
Cramming in so many things it shatters all your focus
It's a parasite, a growth
With each greedy swipe creating chaos
New little self-created crises that threaten to reach up and choke the whole
Drown all of you in fleeting pleasures
Cut it out
It isn't doing you any good
Don't hold on to that fear of pain
You'll bleed before you heal
You'll heal before you grow
Unencumbered by your weaknesses
I'm thinking sometime soon
I'll look at you and see a whole new person
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
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