Its all cigarettes and lost hopes
Lies and crooked noses
Fights that have no victor
we sure know how to destroy ourselves
Death isn't near enough
so we crawl on dirty knees
closer then we ever thought possible
All in it for the money
what is it we fear when we look in the face of poverty?
Is living so insecure
Your choice?
or
Your curse?
Chances come like the wailing siren of cop cars
So why do we always sigh when they pass?
Comfort zones
are only comfortable for so long
Change can be your monster
Or it can be a song
Loudest in your heart
That races
Pounding with the fear of indecision
Is it time to win?
Or surrende
Already cold.
Such still, serene frost
lulls the mind to sleep.
Don't.
It comes in the spaces of your dreams.
Hiding itself
as the lovely, white, light
but it is
the fatal darkness.
Skin but a glass plate of flesh,
frozen so stiff.
Move and it will shatter.
Millions of little shards glitter in the light of the moon
The gift of dying
in the dead of winter,
watching the stars above.
Singing their song
that only those who will never see them again can
hear.
For a minute
their light lifts h
Maybe if I surround my self in lies
itll get easier
To wake up every morning
not feeling this knife of truth
that keeps cutting me
making me scream
and see
that this life----------
is meaningless
I fight the tears and try to breath
choking on the runoff from my eyes
choking on the deception
I try to breath
I TRY to breath
I TRY TO BREATHE
but the air is just another lie
Maybe if I surround myself in lies
I wont have to feel the pain of truth
Maybe if I surround myself in lies
itll get easier to live
An explanation of abuse by Ra-Serenity, literature
Literature
An explanation of abuse
Can you hurt me now
just a little smack
leave a little bruise
draw a little blood
Ill give you
my burning hatred
its very passionate
passionate enough
that we might even call it
a distorted kind of love
beat me my lover
lay your fist upon me
for when my body is not in agony
I know I am alone
And I failed again
at loving
Ill die before I fail again
she did.
It just hurts to much,
it burns,
it screams,
you press it closer,
deeper.
the part of my soul I hide away to make it safe,
was just scalded by that look in your eyes,
it burns up,
dies.
Nothing is safe.
When your around.
It just hurts to much,
I burn,
I scream,
wearing your handmade costume of bruises,
burns,
and
cuts.
This actress is dying,
damp and cold on the streets,
sick and broken,
tortured by thoughts of you.
You never cared.
You walk away laughing,
those two linked around your waist.
New girls,
new whores,
new corpses.
I dont tell them
how it will hurt too much,
burn too much.
How it will
His eyes were the saddest shade
of isolation
His smile (so rare)
flicks across His face
like a terrible memory
He stands alone
so beautiful
and
fragile
with His face
turned away from mine
exce
I close my eyes but your face burns through,
hiding
But you find me,
I know
Running only makes me weak,
and hiding makes me stupid.
Confront you?
No hiding .
No running.
No pretending to be insane.
Insanity is a great excuse for your problems.
Confront you...
My love...
I hide my love,
from you my love
because if I told you I loved you,
My love,
would you hate me?
I run from me,
from You
You
do nothing,
know nothing.
I could never tell you...
it's just a little melodrama
Silly little crush
that day will never come by Ra-Serenity, literature
Literature
that day will never come
I tell them the truth
I confide in them
Looking for acceptance
But all they do is
Look at me and say
It is just a passing phase
Repeating over and over
That one day
I will grow out of it
But that day will never come
No I will not change
For what they call a phase
Is really who I am
A person who has found themselves
Knows who they are
And was hoping for reception form a friend
But got a cold stranger
That can only say
Soon these feelings will go away
Just because they cant accept the truth
The truth of who I am
The truth of who I am meant to be
Me
They cant accept me
They want a different
We want you to stop, come away with us and find a world,
a life,
a feeling,
that you dont have to escape from.
We want you to stop.
Quit this madness,
that leads only to sadness
Please stop
We want you,
all of you.
Not just the broken bits,
left behind by the weak selfishness of addiction
Stop.
living a life that only kills.
we see the devastation in your eyes
and the sparkle of beautiful intelligence.
Dont turn those eyes away,
look here,
look at us,
see our love for you,
see that were here for you,
see what you are doing to yourself,
your losing yourself.
We want you to stop,
youve lost so
Breathlessly the girl falls and the wind tears about her, the storms have come and they mean to leave with sacrifice. Sinewy muscles on her back tense as the cold rain drenches the threadbare dress the covers her tiny frame. Her face wet with rain and tears that came from the depths of her hopeless heart. Courage was a mystery to her and her entire body shakes with the familiar feeling of fear. Strong enough to survive, but too weak to live she screams in desperation for transformation, for metamorphism, for revolutions but only chokes as the rain slowly fills her open mouth and falls back on her knees head dropping back to the ground bow
Its all cigarettes and lost hopes
Lies and crooked noses
Fights that have no victor
we sure know how to destroy ourselves
Death isn't near enough
so we crawl on dirty knees
closer then we ever thought possible
All in it for the money
what is it we fear when we look in the face of poverty?
Is living so insecure
Your choice?
or
Your curse?
Chances come like the wailing siren of cop cars
So why do we always sigh when they pass?
Comfort zones
are only comfortable for so long
Change can be your monster
Or it can be a song
Loudest in your heart
That races
Pounding with the fear of indecision
Is it time to win?
Or surrende
Confront you? Love you? by Ra-Serenity, literature
Literature
Confront you? Love you?
Confront you? Love you?
I close my eyes but your face burns through
Hiding
But you find me
I know
Running only makes me weak
But hiding makes me stupid
Confront you?
No hiding
No running
No pretending to be insane
Insanity is a great excuse for your problems
Confront you.
My love
I hide my love
From you my love
Because if I told you I loved you
My love
You would hate me
I run from me
You
Do nothing
Know nothing
Just a little melodrama
Silly little crush
Tranquility surrounds you,
blissful, whispering winds,
wonderful feeling of sunshine,
you let yourself slip away,
into a world where only you can go.
Chores are gone along with worries,
and cares are slipping by
into an eternal abyss,
people's judgment does not matter anymore,
you are all you need.
Sweet, elegant music is forever sounding,
as a divine joy flows through you,
while you slip into your world,
to feel an absolute moment of
serenity.
Heart intoxicated
By you
Your actions and personality
The bittersweet alcohol
Drinking it in
I become
So drunk with love
Bubbly and warm
Heart thuds
Rich with satisfaction
Your vivid beauty
Softly enhanced
And I stumble
After you
Like chasing a fading dream
Soon
Everything fades
Drunkenness
Lasts only so long
And the love
The sweet fantasy
Turns to reality
Cold, bitter
Inescapable reality
Hung over
From my love for you
It was nice while it lasted
Now the heart is empty
Like the discarded, empty, amber bottle
Recovering
From you
My souls liquor
I need a cold shower
Coffee
And a rehab
For my
The world of stories rushed around me and with a wave of nausea, I puked out more stories.
There were so many I couldnt keep track, times when I was real, lies when I was great, hurt, rebellious, and loved, and many hand spun tales of my actions. My life was a well edited story. Author me, editor me and publisher me it was all so fantastic. I wasnt just a girl anymore with a so-so life. I was a girl with a life that was bright with gruesome adventures, fabulously dirty habits and gripping scandals. I was bad to the bone or so they all thought and the stories I told fit together so well.
I thought it was harmless, just making
Mothers warm embraces
Wrapping so tightly
Hoping against all logic
To smother out
A daughters discretions
Darling she whispers
Im sorry I didnt
Tears steam faster
Raise you better
Choking on sobs she quiets
She finally admitted it
Gays were worse
But
BETTER!
My voice rose to an incredulous pitch
If I was straight that would be better?
If I had been complacent
Choosing to follow blindly
What society has tried to make me to believe the only way to find love!
It is.
Fathers voice
Growling and low
Startlin
Love's misty salavation by Ra-Serenity, literature
Literature
Love's misty salavation
Fading feeling
Distant memory
Clinging to it desperately
Crying as the mist of love
Disappears
Despite all attempts
Eternity is just a myth
Nothing lasts and never will
Everything that has a beginning
Must have its bitter end
As the mist slips
From clenched fists
Bright hope trails it
Can't hold on to anything
That is meant to be free
Free from love's impressions
Sorrow gave new strength
Strength only enough to survive
Life went on
But reality is much too harsh
With out the mist of love
It was just another epiphany
Let loose upon my slipping mind
Reminding me of why I
Wrote
Cared
Tried
Strived
Went to school
Lived
It was good to think about the motive
Of why I did the things I did
But only in past tense
I can never explain
Why I do the things I do
I need time and quiet
To come up with a good excuse
For my random acts of insanity
Spontaneity
Was always a virtue I treasured
Epiphany
Revealed the comfort
Of knowing some rationale in my life
Homosexuality?
Raised eyebrows
Nervous cough
Celebrate Diversity
We are among you
Open your minds
We arent asking for much
Only acceptance
And tolerance
We have been a part of this community
But now you know who we are
And what we stand for
Will you open your hearts?
And let us stay
Or harden your hearts
And push us out
Acceptance
Rejection
What will you choose?
Time to let go
Warm arms that held her so tenderly
Slipped from around her shoulders
Lips that spoke such soft endearment
Closed to stat in a parting frown
Why, must it end?
Her eyes spoke the question
Her lover sweet
Said nothing in return
And tuned to leave
Wait
She found her voice
Strained with sorrow
Can I have at least an answer?
Turning back around
She stared into her eyes
Locked in lovers gaze
They said nothing
But weak excuses
Began to rise to the mouth of the leaving girl
We just didnt have that spark
But a flame roared between them
Again such silly pra
Vulpes, part three by canadianpeanutbuter, literature
Literature
Vulpes, part three
I stared at the bag a long time, trying to decide what to do. Obviously, I needed to get rid of it.
But how?
I mean, it's not like I could just throw it in the dumpster. That would run the risk of someone finding it. And if what Arrow said was true, any human who had my skin had control of me.
Not cool.
"Maybe I'm over thinking this...." I muttered to myself.
Sure, I had seen Arrow transform, so obviously he was a selkie.
But.... what about me?
If I didn't wear the skin, I didn't forfeit my humanity.
I could just live a normal life. Now all I had to do was rid myself of the skin.
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Time to let go
Warm arms that held her so tenderly
Slipped from around her shoulders
Lips that spoke such soft endearment
Closed to stat in a parting frown
Why, must it end?
Her eyes spoke the question
Her lover sweet
Said nothing in return
And tuned to leave
Wait
She found her voice
Strained with sorrow
Can I have at least an answer?
Turning back around
She stared into her eyes
Locked in lovers gaze
They said nothing
But weak excuses
Began to rise to the mouth of the leaving girl
We just didnt have that spark
But a flame roared between them
Again such silly pra
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