Dear Faces Deaths Angel part 2 by Jhessimer, literature
Literature
Dear Faces Deaths Angel part 2
There she was. Death's angel sitting on the edge of her bed rocking back and forth. So much anger she held within her fragile body, but she couldn't let it out. There was such a monster inside that no one would survive if it surfaced. Not even herself. It was midnight and she was home alone. At first she tried listening to music on her radio, but that only fed the rage and turned it into insanity. If only she could find peace.
Glancing out her window she looked at the sky. There was no moon in sight and the stars were hard to make out. But the sky was over powering with it's deep darkness. It was calling her into a peaceful world where no on
Dear Faces Deaths Angel part 1 by Jhessimer, literature
Literature
Dear Faces Deaths Angel part 1
Dear Faces,
I found a way to reach the sky.
If you couldn't see what was happening to me while I was here, then maybe you can see when I leave. I wanted to reach the sky with you, but you were the ones pulling the chains that held me back. The chains were causing me to bleed and obscuring my judgment, but I finally broke through. I hate you all for not telling me the truth. I hate you all for not helping me. I hate you all for everything that's ever happened to me. I found the people who knew. Why did you stay quiet if you knew my turmoil? Why didn't you ask if I needed help? I'm not strong enough to help myself. I was broken and torn. But
I'm wondering,
Did you know how much I really loved you?
How I would've dropped everything for you?
That you were all I wanted?
Guess not.
I'm wondering,
Did you love me as you said you did?
Would you have given it all just to be with me?
Was it not everything that you wanted?
Guess not.
Do you care,
That I cry under the light of the moon?
Why I no longer crave to hold you in my hands?
How my soul has left in shame of the love we shared?
Guess not.
All that I did for you and you really didn't care?
Guess not.
The point in life is no longer to have fun, but to survive this world and hopefully make it to the next. What is the one thing that you crave from this life?
I crave for the caress and love of one that seems to shun me away. What more can I ask? What more can I say?
I love you...?
There are deep breaths that follow because it's such a big burden for my shoulders now. A heavy weight that I'm willing to carry because...
It's good for me...?
Just those few moments together are all I need to make me carry it forever more. Just the laughter that I hear when I joke. The smile melts my heart away.
Thinking only of you. Sick of you. Wanting you
Everyone has something in their life that stands out and molds their personality. I am Mary Jessica Bradford because of my love and dedication to band. There were times when I wanted to give up and times when I thought things should have been done differently. But I always believed that band was the positive driving force in my life. Band has taught my commitment, discipline, and leadership.
I started band in 5th grade and it was tough. All participants had to give up their recess to take part in band classes. I wanted my freedom to run around, but I also wanted to learn about this long, black rod with shiny button called a clarinet. Over th
Opening my eyes I see the light of eternity. Am I in heaven with the angels watching over me? No, the voices I begin to hear are all too familiar. The nurse, the officer, my mother, and some woman come into focus now. We are all here in this cramped room for one purpose: 26-3229-04.
The nurse puts a gentle hand on my shoulder as I attempt to sit up. My mind is a buzz and I am barely able to understand the woman in front of me. Safehouse…counsel…hotline…all there words are pulled out from her talk. I do learn however, that her name is Amy. "You'll be alright." She says.
The officer takes a knee by the bed and asks me to give her names and nu
The first time I met you, I knew you were different.
You could make me smile when the one I loved made my cry.
Love comes in many shapes, sizes, and forms making
You as my angel in disguise.
My heart beats everyday with the thought of you loving me.
It's in your hands
For you to mold
For you to hold
For you to caress
For you to smother with unconditional love.
How long will this last you ask?
As long as we hold dear to loyalty, trust, and truth.
May 2, 2005
There's a pain I feel in my heart
There's a numbness I feel in my soul.
My eyes want to cry tears,
But my body is in pain and fear
Of why I left you.
I left you because your ignorance was too much to bear.
Could you not see that our hearts had begun to untwine?
"Oh heart please stop feeling this pain and regret.
Was it not the right thing to do?"
It had been two years of blissful ignorance.
Heh, they always say that.
Only wanted you to proclaim your love to me.
I only wanted you to shout, "Hey! She's all mine!
And I'll cherish her forever…"
Forever is a short time.
How about someone that could love me until the
End of time?
Where are you?
In the darkness, I can't seem to find you. I reach out in despair longing to touch you just once. But, these chains are holding me back. I can't even go in search of you … to know if you're alright. I've been stabbed in the heart, No, my heart's been ripped out my body and torn apart. Your touch would heal me, and take away the pain. But, I can't see you … I can't see you. Are you nearby, or far away? To hold your hand and touch it to my face; then lower it to my heart to show you how dead I am. Can you feel it? Nothing… not even a twitch. Now here I go, slinking to the floor. One, then two, then three, then four. I can't give
What's the pain that I feel?
It's greater than any that I've ever known. I could ignore it and move on, but that's just not possible. It aches me because I don't know what I truly want, or how to discover it. I don't think that I'm depressed, but I don't want to be around anyone or anything. It's been this way since 3 o'clock yesterday. What eases my mind is the fatigue I got from staying up all night thinking about it. Right now, it's about 84ºF with 94% humidity, but I don't feel the warmth. It's rather cold to me, but my heart steady burns from some invisible fire attacking me randomly. Sometimes, the heart doesn't burn because it's numb
I am ready to write down exactly what I feel at this moment. That day in June of 2004 changed my life for the worse. If I'm not innocent anymore, it's because I allowed the anger and hate to turn me into what I am now. Some say it's normal to shift back and forth between recovery and denial. I think I took the latter road.
I believed I was cured within days of the occurrence. In truth, I was merely hiding the truth from myself. I couldn't handle the feelings of hurt and needing someone because I wasn't used to them. So I hide them deep inside of me, trying to steer away from this fault in me.
But looking inside, I see the ugliness has taken
Ha, ha!
Can you see the fluffy white clouds in the sky? I see. Do you hear the birds chirping songs to one another? I hear. Can you feel the beating of a heart that loves? Now … I feel.
The rain no longer falls from the sky bringing the pain of death. Rather, it brings the gift of life. The wind no longer carries the snap of thunder. Rather, it carries the whisper of peace. The birds are no longer pests that I would like to kill. Rather, they're friends that I want to cherish. The heart is no longer stationary. Rather, it has begun to pump fresh and renewing blood that will soon send warmth through my whole body.
Now, I love.
May 14, 2004
It was around the end of September when I came home from school with a backpack full of work. The first thing to wander into my mind was the thought of making something to eat. After coming into the house to looking at my mom standing by the table, I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew there was something wrong, but I would have to wait till she told me what exactly was going on. "Your father is in the hospital." I almost laughed after she said this, but it would've been the wrong thing to do in this case.
Even though my father's never treated the family right, I was always told to give him the utmost respect. I never understood why I had to
"You killed me"
The first words to leave your mouth. Murder? Am I capable of this? It appears that I am since your heart beats no longer. Your dearly beloved has spiritually wounded you. The tears come and fall like warm, salted rain. They're like bricks being thrown from the top of a building. Down they fall on me.
"I'm sorry."
The first words to leave my mouth once I spoke the truth. Now it hurts and I'm sick with pain. Last night I felt my heart stop and all emotion left me. But the sickness stayed. This nauseous feeling comes from the thought og what I had done.
No comfort.
I can't feel a thing. I can't hug my bear and tell myself th
When I was younger I couldn't help but feel anger when eve people kept calling me "the twin." It was always hard knowing that there was someone on this earth that looked exactly like me. Now that I'm older I love being "the twin." It seems like a fad that only happens to the coolest people in the world. Having a sister with the same DNA makes our bond one of a kind. Our love is not tangible in any way.
Edena is about two inches taller than I am. I find that funny because she's the younger twin. Height is the first trait that people use to identify the difference between us. Usually, people tend to assume we're a pair of basketball players fo
There's a pain I feel in my heart
There's a numbness I feel in my soul.
My eyes want to cry tears,
But my body is in pain and fear
Of why I left you.
I left you because your ignorance was too much to bear.
Could you not see that our hearts had begun to untwine?
"Oh heart please stop feeling this pain and regret.
Was it not the right thing to do?"
It had been two years of blissful ignorance.
Heh, they always say that.
Only wanted you to proclaim your love to me.
I only wanted you to shout, "Hey! She's all mine!
And I'll cherish her forever…"
Forever is a short time.
How about someone that could love me until the
End of time?
The first time I met you, I knew you were different.
You could make me smile when the one I loved made my cry.
Love comes in many shapes, sizes, and forms making
You as my angel in disguise.
My heart beats everyday with the thought of you loving me.
It's in your hands
For you to mold
For you to hold
For you to caress
For you to smother with unconditional love.
How long will this last you ask?
As long as we hold dear to loyalty, trust, and truth.
May 2, 2005
Questions of a Skeptic by cowsxgoxquack, literature
Literature
Questions of a Skeptic
what if the world decided
to stop turning for one day
just one day?
what would happen to us?
would we continue to move on
or would we stop too?
what if all of our technology
is for nothing?
would it have real purpose?
would it have real importance?
what if we were not sinful?
would the world be right?
would we be wrong?
what if everyone loved each other
for at least a day?
would there be any war?
would there be any discrimination?
what if we tried for once
to stop killing
and instead tried to start living?
would the foundations of our society
be rocked forever?
would there be depr
I'm wondering,
Did you know how much I really loved you?
How I would've dropped everything for you?
That you were all I wanted?
Guess not.
I'm wondering,
Did you love me as you said you did?
Would you have given it all just to be with me?
Was it not everything that you wanted?
Guess not.
Do you care,
That I cry under the light of the moon?
Why I no longer crave to hold you in my hands?
How my soul has left in shame of the love we shared?
Guess not.
All that I did for you and you really didn't care?
Guess not.
Current Residence: Norfolk, Virginia Favourite genre of music: All EXCEPT country Favourite photographer: None Favourite style of art: Anime, Pastel Paint Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Zune Wallpaper of choice: Jessica Rabbit Favourite cartoon character: Superman Personal Quote: "Once again I fall into my ashes."
Wow, it's been that long since I decided to do something about dA. Oh well.
Hmm, so for updates to the people that might care I am married with a 1 year old daughter. Isn't life grand? Well...we shall see with the new material. I haven't written yet, but don't we all know that I write best during the times my life is running past me the fastest? :) I have a wonderful out pour about a woman loving two men. IMPOSSIBLE! No not really...
So since that last blog I've joined the Navy and it's going...
That's all I have to say about that.
As far as my work? Well I haven't written anything since this last poem, but I feel like working the writing thing back into my life. There are newer feelings, more mature that I would like to get off my chest and into some critques.
Ladies and Gentlemen...I'm back.
These poems that I just ut up are all dedicated to Ryan to asking me to write EXACTLY what was on my mind. So when i get my meager dollar from them, then I'll give you a 1 cent profit. =D
But I was in a bleh mood and listening to some good music when I decided to write. Even though some are put in fiction, they're not far from the truth of things that have actually happened to me. So you're opinions will be shrugged over if you don't like it all. I tried to change it so it wouldn' be as drastic.