The childThere's a child who cradles her weary heart Barely seventeen Whose eyes are often downcast And whose spirit seems quite mean. Her face is cast in shadow A notebook seems her only friend The poems scrawled are angsty And leave no room for a happy end. But if you look inside her Past the writhing shadows within You might find something different That her exterior doesnt lend. Her inner beauty radiatesThe child
If only you can see That not all of her is darkness And that part's longing to be free. An angel wreathed in fire Or a devil with pearly wings &
Not MeI am not what everyone else might say, I am not what they all see. I'm not sure how i got this way, But this mask is smothering me.Not Me
A jovial girl who laughs out loud But keeps her thoughts at bay. And waits until the world is still
And cries the night away.
My heart is clasped in steadfast irons My face is carved in stone. And the person who is really real Feels sad and left alone.
The person no one cares to see I rarely ever loud. She sleeps in day and wakes at night And hides within a crowd.
For her to free her prison
CutsTainted blood on pinkened skinCuts
Wretched Hearts release.
Parallel lines without/within
Dark chasms of painful peace.
Higher PowerA candle sits forelornly in the corner of a room It's symbolism meant to be our Lord Yet a single drop of water can extingish it at once Leaving millions with no one to look towardsHigher Power
Likewise sits a girl whose symbolism is a pen That scribbles pointless lines without a care But two hand and a knee can quickly snap that pen in two Leaving nothing left to write with but the air.
But somewhere dwells a being whose symbolism is steel Who cannot be broken easily in two
His brain is cloouded densely with his careless selfish whims And he hardly cares what you or I might
A Voice In The RainHold your head up high So that angels can kiss the tears away-- Save your smiles for better things To brighten the gray of a rainy day.A Voice In The Rain
I'm singing the chorus, listen, listen Listen to the sound of a voice in the rain Crying my heart out to your broken soul Listen, listen, I'm singing your pain
Sleep in dreams tonight So that you won't ever feel the hurt-- Walk in a quiet reverie While moonlight and rain cool the burn--
I'm singing the chorus, listen, listen Listen to the sound of a voice in the rain Crying my heart out to your broken soul
PurityAn instant, In minds eye. Becomes one. With you heart. And destroys your soul.Purity
So you believe this is pure? This is pure? Never!
You will never know purity. The depth of a scream, pure in rage. THIS IS PURE! Healing in sound. Wide in response. Touch them. Hold the family. Treasure friends Touch the sky.
The cliché life. Together one.
Better then your cliché lie. So this is purity! Together one.
QuietnessWith the wild eyes of youth I once again can see love, can understand its untamed heart. I had lost this, my vision, having grown complacent. Immortal father, why do you saturate me with these emotions? Can I not live in quietness, without these seething waves of scarlet fire? Should I take as sympathy your ultimate silence? Within I am violent, devoured by my own passions, the clean fire of love; whatever roiling waves hide beneath my smooth exterior, they cannot carry me farther than loneliness.Quietness
I'm back.
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Out of step with the world
-Minor Threat
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^_-*ErIcA*-_^
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I support stereotypes and labels. Go ahead and tell me otherwise. I. DARE. YOU.
~Tragedy Nightshade
<-Reanimated Narcotic Tissue->
much love,
tina
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_-*eRiCa*-_
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Hello Erica! Your dA site is great...you're so talented. Especially in writing letters to ugly cousins with no personalities.
_tina
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my mystery's gone away
it means a lot..
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