She's got that laugh
That type of laugh that springs from no where,
making you feel high
on at gentle sound
the laugh that manages
to feel
all the small cervices in your body.
It feels your ears with the gentle drumming of the sea,
Behind your lids you see the vast blue waves of that ocean,
ocean blue.
You wonder if her heart has ever been touched by
Liquid sunlight, or if she bites her down on her lip
for everyone?
Or maybe, is it just me?
Maybe, she looks at you with those doe like eyes
And directs her gentle smile at you
Maybe all those little things
Are just meant for you, just meant
For the two of us.
Our eye
He's just that boy from the projects.
He's that boy who doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone but himself.
He's that boy who is secretly afraid to go home, because every night without fail his father will have beaten him bloody.
He's that that guy who will beat your ass for looking at him too long.
That guy who wants to be heard, but his fists are the only way to make himself seen.
That guy who wants to be better, not the school's most notorious punk.
That guy who's just damned tired of the bullshit.
.
Then he sees her.
The girl who hide herself in the dark corners of the class with her sketchbook.
The girl who wouldn't look anyone
The snow is everywhere; flurries of it engulf the nightlife of the city. The subtle beauty of the night isn't lost upon Alejandro, but he is tired of cityscapes and gray scale photos of unmoving and unfeeling buildings.
I need something new, something fresh. Something that feels.
His boots crunch, and the sound echoes. However, the darkness keeps him in shadow. He pulls up a scarf of deep turquoise over his nose and mouth trying to preserve the little warmth his body has left. The temperature dropping steadily, and yet he knows his agents will want new material.
"Fucking greedy bastards " He mutters under this breath and glances down
The one time you want to be heard
The one time you need
Crave..
want
That one person to stay still
and just listen
The one time you want to
Shout
Cry
Sing
Weep
they don't want to
hear
Or feel
Or deal with that one moment
When your inner demons burst free
...(even though you'd die just to save them)
we are the misfit crew
just me and you
with enough secrets between us
to last over a life time
we are the misfits
with our fronts
and fake smiles
that no one (but us) see's through
we tell them we're okay because
in the end
we've been to the bottom and back
so many times that
maybe one day
when we (the misfit crew) say we're okay
we can mean it
My eyes close
And head tilts to lean on the
Cold cold glass
All at once you invade my dreams
I can't escape
Even in sleep because
You are still there (here)
Even in sleep
I feel you caress my cheek
And I still feel my heart clenching when you lean
And place that kiss on my lips
You've been dead for years now
But I promise
Your memory will never fade
You're still here with me
As I lay against this glass
Even when the tears come and the glass
The glass shatters
She kisses him softly; she kisses him gently because she knows that they can never be but she can't bring herself to say it.
So instead she hides behind her sugar laden words (one for every star in the sky) but never making a promise (she knows she can't keep them) and he's a good guy so she knows he will believe her but it doesn't make it hurt her any less.
She knows this love was lost before it began, knows that destiny has prescribed that she has a higher purpose but she can't lose this one chance to be human.
So she kisses him one last time and then dies in his arms her breath escaping and body melding into the shadow's to become one w
Just stop.
I don't want to hear
You.
I don't want to hear
Anything
Other than the sound of your breathing next to me
As we lay
Together
I don't want to hear
Your sorry excuses for not loving me
Lie to me
That's all I want you to do
Don't say that I'll find someone else
Some one better
Because you're the one I dream about
You're my love
And
I don't want to hear
No goodbyes
She's got that laugh
That type of laugh that springs from no where,
making you feel high
on at gentle sound
the laugh that manages
to feel
all the small cervices in your body.
It feels your ears with the gentle drumming of the sea,
Behind your lids you see the vast blue waves of that ocean,
ocean blue.
You wonder if her heart has ever been touched by
Liquid sunlight, or if she bites her down on her lip
for everyone?
Or maybe, is it just me?
Maybe, she looks at you with those doe like eyes
And directs her gentle smile at you
Maybe all those little things
Are just meant for you, just meant
For the two of us.
Our eye
He's just that boy from the projects.
He's that boy who doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone but himself.
He's that boy who is secretly afraid to go home, because every night without fail his father will have beaten him bloody.
He's that that guy who will beat your ass for looking at him too long.
That guy who wants to be heard, but his fists are the only way to make himself seen.
That guy who wants to be better, not the school's most notorious punk.
That guy who's just damned tired of the bullshit.
.
Then he sees her.
The girl who hide herself in the dark corners of the class with her sketchbook.
The girl who wouldn't look anyone
The snow is everywhere; flurries of it engulf the nightlife of the city. The subtle beauty of the night isn't lost upon Alejandro, but he is tired of cityscapes and gray scale photos of unmoving and unfeeling buildings.
I need something new, something fresh. Something that feels.
His boots crunch, and the sound echoes. However, the darkness keeps him in shadow. He pulls up a scarf of deep turquoise over his nose and mouth trying to preserve the little warmth his body has left. The temperature dropping steadily, and yet he knows his agents will want new material.
"Fucking greedy bastards " He mutters under this breath and glances down
The one time you want to be heard
The one time you need
Crave..
want
That one person to stay still
and just listen
The one time you want to
Shout
Cry
Sing
Weep
they don't want to
hear
Or feel
Or deal with that one moment
When your inner demons burst free
...(even though you'd die just to save them)
we are the misfit crew
just me and you
with enough secrets between us
to last over a life time
we are the misfits
with our fronts
and fake smiles
that no one (but us) see's through
we tell them we're okay because
in the end
we've been to the bottom and back
so many times that
maybe one day
when we (the misfit crew) say we're okay
we can mean it
My eyes close
And head tilts to lean on the
Cold cold glass
All at once you invade my dreams
I can't escape
Even in sleep because
You are still there (here)
Even in sleep
I feel you caress my cheek
And I still feel my heart clenching when you lean
And place that kiss on my lips
You've been dead for years now
But I promise
Your memory will never fade
You're still here with me
As I lay against this glass
Even when the tears come and the glass
The glass shatters
She kisses him softly; she kisses him gently because she knows that they can never be but she can't bring herself to say it.
So instead she hides behind her sugar laden words (one for every star in the sky) but never making a promise (she knows she can't keep them) and he's a good guy so she knows he will believe her but it doesn't make it hurt her any less.
She knows this love was lost before it began, knows that destiny has prescribed that she has a higher purpose but she can't lose this one chance to be human.
So she kisses him one last time and then dies in his arms her breath escaping and body melding into the shadow's to become one w
The world ended in an explosion of color.
Vibrant reds and
radiant violets,
crashing with shades of blue
and yellow.
Stars burst in trails
of glittery gold
while the oceans
swept away the lands
in foams of white.
Amid all these
beautiful colors,
all I could see was you.
In the beginning...
In the beginning was the word,
but sometimes words are useless,
in isolation, in despair,
when they cannot be heard.
In the beginning was the word,
before it only silence,
the great eternity of peace
was followed up by violence.
pulse
the lights of the city
soon fade out of focus
alone on this rooftop
I search for the patterns
the lines in the traffic
the night-time confusions
the dreams of the sleeping
and people's illusions
I search for that one thing
those rare events
the bright bursts of passion
that kill every reason
and start in a hot rush
but end with a treason
I am the igniter
the angel of healing
who restarts the fire
of burning desire
I give to the living
a mixture of heat
the pulse from the dungeons
with heaven in it
and means to forgetting
this world full of shit.
15 Things You Didn't Know About Sally Donnovan by samanthakh, literature
Literature
15 Things You Didn't Know About Sally Donnovan
1. Sally hates her first name. It's her mother's name and she's never liked her mother. She prefers to go by Donnovan. That's her father's name.
2. Donnovan's last name is actually spelled with two 'n's, not one. Most people get it wrong, but it never has really bothered her.
3. Donnovan hates kiwi. Maybe because it's too sour for her liking, or maybe because it was her father's favorite and eating it reminds her of him which hurts more than anything.
4. Donnovan has no living family. In part she is happy about this, no one to answer to, no one she has to worry about if there's a criminal after her and her team. But it's also sad because s
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She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fall