running in plain sight. by deepdarkness, literature
Literature
running in plain sight.
running from myself
hiding from who I am
I try to escape it..
I try to escape them.
A new hair colour, maybe a new style in clothes.
it never quite works..
they always remember
who I am
who I was
who, no matter how hard I try, I will always be
Forgotten.
Lost.
Unimporant.
You mean nothing to me anymore... if only I believed that.
You were my everything. My life.
You tell me not to wait for you, but how could I not?
I loved you.
You were the only person I have truly loved.
All I would give…
for that one promised kissed.
All I would do…
to be held in your arms.
All that I've seen…
that I still can't have.
All I would give…
just to be with you once more.
I talk to him everyday like it's normal
I talk to him like it's not a big deal
All i think about is him
he's all I care about
when he compliments me I blush
when he amkes fun of me I cry
I love him so much, it makes me want to kill
when I think I'm gonna tell him I can't
when I think he's gonna say it he doesn't
when will I tell him and what will he say
will we still be friends?
will it be ok?
will i ever tell him how I feel?
He is the boy from my dreams that everyone talks about
how could I have a chance??
he's popular and funny
I'm an outcast and a freak
what are the chances that it would work?
Sophomores, My Ode to Mc-nazi by LivingOn14, literature
Literature
Sophomores, My Ode to Mc-nazi
Yes, my friends this is sophomore year. You have endured the first year, and now you are in the middle of the most useless year of your high school exsistence. The shock of the smoke filled bathrooms and prom is far behind you now... and you are jet-lagging into the 6th year of the 21 century, and may I say? What beautiful over-baring class rings we have purchased and consumed our parents wallets with, just darling? Right? They should be considering the money you spent, the terrible food you were prodded to eat at your (taken over by bandees) dinner dance you were once oh-so-excited to attend when you see your Biology teacher on a sign mimick
i am scared to write anymore
for fear of what will leak out of my pen
& stain my (imperfect) perfect, (scarred) seamless, (mind) paper.
There are purple bruises under my
(ribs) eyes; from all the times I've
kneaded them, secretly screaming, "oh my god,
this can't be happening."
But it was.
It was, It is.
I am struggling to regain
my sense of (any) thing.
My face is burning
There are fat, salty tears
chasing themselves down my cheeks
There is the growl in my mind
controlling my movements
Left, right. Left, right.
Repeat until there is
n o t h i n g left to sear.
in the back of my head,
i am praying to god (anyone)
tha
well.
I'm thinking about coming back to devART...
But I'm not sure.
Tell me you love me if you want me back?
lol.
It might be fun, I just dont know if anyone I love is still on here.
lemme know guys <3
deviant is going away for me.
It's just not doing much for me anymore.
If you're someone who I love, you'll already know how to get in contact with me.
if you're someone who I love and you dont...
note me.
i'll probably check my notes and such every few months or something.
and my gallery is staying up.
I suppose.
Then I sobered up and realized that none of it really matters.
You know how when you commit something to memory, you take it for granted? You know that now because it's in your memory, you will never forget it. It won't change.. and it's there. But what happens when you do forget it? What if you dont even realize that you've forgotten it..
I never knew when you walked up to me ;
all pretty and pink
with that confident boost in your step-
I never knew that you would be the train wreck inside
I'm not talking disney train wreck where the trains get hurt and are fixed with a bandaid
oh no no no
i'm talking real life train wreck
with scre