(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely mans hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people dont sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sams recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the fir
What they don't understand
is that I need to feel broken
I need to destroy myself
instead of those around me
Because how do I feel
unless I cut cut cut
Cut away the emotions
and cover it with pain
The scars may not disappear
nor the endless grief
but at least for a moment
it will all fade away
A ticking time bomb
Destructive for all
That is all I am
and that is all I'll ever be
Heroes: Sins of A Holy Man by Ghostgirl1998, literature
Literature
Heroes: Sins of A Holy Man
Generous Buddha, you know what I do is just
Of your ways, yours is the one I know
(May it be the only way)
Generous Buddha, you know I am so much stronger than
The rest of your godly slaves
(I am stronger than them)
So tell me Buddha, why I see another one like me?
Why her Chi shakes me to my core
(Is she the one?)
I sense her, I know her, her power putting the sun to shame
Is also challenging me to a death battle
(But I will be one who wins!)
Dark and light!
In a grand fight!
What a thrill!
This sudden excitement
Is making me lose myself!
It's not my fault!
(You've made a mistake!)
I'm not to blame!
(You've made a mistake!)
It's the fa
Will Of An Alcoholic : Paragraph 15 by Woozimune, literature
Literature
Will Of An Alcoholic : Paragraph 15
Righteousness
A glorious statement
Taken into account
Forcing us to go to heaven
Eleven in the morning
No breakfast just slow work
Up and down stay seated
Is it a puzzle Im getting closer
Far be it from me
To tell you how to think
Id love to kidnap you so we can sink
The ocean floor is beautiful
But we will never know
If the light is true
Crossroads confuse me
I take the wrong way on purpose
On purpose
An adventure into the dark
With closed eyes I dream
Of colors of sounds of shapes
Of words of voices of places
I will never experience
Its fun to be delirious
Why so serious the cause of lust
Wrapped in envy dragged by sloth
Id rather pay t
Sitting on the patio,
On this quiet, moonlit night,
It’s a moment before the tears come,
But I’ll be alright.
I should be used to this by now,
But I guess I’m not,
I should be able to cope,
‘Cause I deal with this a lot.
But I guess it never changes,
No matter the circumstance,
Progression is impossible,
I’m unable to advance.
But this is my life anyway,
So I should focus on me,
Fate will bring me home,
Oh, how wonderful it will be.
Perhaps these tears come not from sadness,
But from another unrelated emotion,
Are these the tears of nirvana,
Or of a wholehearted devotion?
Perhaps this quiet night brings closure,
Logic Died Last Night... After a Short Illness by Neo128, literature
Literature
Logic Died Last Night... After a Short Illness
Connie says to him, "You're a nitwit!
A thoroughly obtuse moron!
Honest to God, you got no clue
That girl loves the ground you walk on!"
"What?" He responds, bewildered.
"I know you ain't talkin' 'bout Dee.
She's got as much use for me
As a wino for sassafras tea."
"You're problem is," She continues.
"You can never believe it's true
That anyone could come close to a love
Like the one you got for you."
"Well, you've given me much to ponder."
He says, thoughtfully scratching his head.
"I guess the first thing I oughta do is
Get dressed, and get outta your bed!"
He's done with you.
He won't stay.
He's realized you're more trouble than you're worth.
His eyes have opened.
He's realized his mistake.
He realizes you're not beautiful like he thought.
The veil was lifted,
he's disappeared.
He doesn't want you anymore.
He's gonna abandon you,
not speak to you,
pretend you don't exist,
until you cease to.
He wouldn't do that.
He said himself if he wasn't interested,
he wouldn't be talking to me.
He likes the way I look.
Said I was something beautiful in a world of ugliness.
Those were his words.
If he wanted to leave,
if he has grown tired,
he would let me know.
He wouldn't leave me hanging,
wondering wh