this is my wakeup call, you are my wakeup call
you're under my skin and you're making my heart beat
insanely fast,
it skips beats along the way.
i can't stop thinking about you,
every rational thought i've had has disappeared.
you've made me feel hopeless,
i'm weak at the knees and my stomachs in knots
my skin feels softer, my hair no longer pulls.
i guess i've fallen for you, hard and fast, over a concrete rooftop,
into the soft, green grass.
you've saved me, you've saved me,
from the cuts on the arms, and the bruises on my legs,
the constant blood flow and the tears streaming down at night,
the songs that make me made,
their
i embrace the unknown. by olivers-prayers, literature
Literature
i embrace the unknown.
I don't yet know what you want from me...
And I'm not quite sure about what i want from you.
I do know that if we take some more time
together
That we could still be apart...
butcloser.
I know that it's not going to help me to have you,
You carry your baggage,
And I carry my own.
But now that I'm willing to admit that I want you,
I realise,
In myself,
That you're not what I need,
You're just an extra ontop of y life's basic package...
An emotion sold separatley.
Different, and easily broken,
A crazy luxurious item
I pine for.
You're one of a kind, and I want you
for my own.
I'm excited about the anticipation
of liking you
trace over these flaws...
see to believe if they are true
'coz i don't want to appear perfect
'coz i'm not perfect...without you.
i didn't want to fall in love,
i didn't ask to be let down,
and now i'm tired of pretending
that my smile is n o t a frown.
you kept me nice and warm at night,
but now i just feel cold.
is it just me, or were we young once?
now you're gone i just feel...old.
and even though my everyday
feels more lonely than the nights
i know it's just a sad mirage...
is that you still hold me clo
i
am waiting, still
for these scars to go...
i wish someone
would outdo me,
outflaw me,
so then,
they would ignore me.
don't laugh,
it's not funny.
if i write about drugs,
then would you take me seriously?
i hate myself,
i want to do.
did that grab your attention?
i don't want you to notice me,
because i hate these pimples.
i want THEM to die,
because they grab what only drugs can grab.
Are we really all the same?
I assumed so all my life...
And change is not a burden
On my seemingly simple mind
more,
creating a perfectly focused
attraction
to the lives of people I never knew
but grew up next to
all the same.
Assumptions kept me safe
from the curiosity
that takes me over, watching the boys,
or men, i'm not sure which,
playing poker at the kitchen table.
Who are these people,
the ones who surround me,
encasing me,
capturing me in their lives and minds?
i wish i knew,
but even though they are so
intuiging...
i'm afraid if i stare into their souls...
i'll be intruding.
Are they close?
i guess you have t
i love the way the sun shines
and your chocolate-bar hair
captures its glow.
i love the gleam in your eyes
when you see something you love,
in the window of a shop,
or the soul of another person.
i love valentines day,
with you.
i hate when the clouds come,
because althought the skies are just the way i like them,
i can see how dirty your hair really is.
and i hate it when you empty your pockets for me
but you're still over $20 short.
you're out of your league.
THIS
is the june famine.
so i'll continue killing the winter,
just to cling to mid-february roses.
this is my wakeup call, you are my wakeup call
you're under my skin and you're making my heart beat
insanely fast,
it skips beats along the way.
i can't stop thinking about you,
every rational thought i've had has disappeared.
you've made me feel hopeless,
i'm weak at the knees and my stomachs in knots
my skin feels softer, my hair no longer pulls.
i guess i've fallen for you, hard and fast, over a concrete rooftop,
into the soft, green grass.
you've saved me, you've saved me,
from the cuts on the arms, and the bruises on my legs,
the constant blood flow and the tears streaming down at night,
the songs that make me made,
their
i embrace the unknown. by olivers-prayers, literature
Literature
i embrace the unknown.
I don't yet know what you want from me...
And I'm not quite sure about what i want from you.
I do know that if we take some more time
together
That we could still be apart...
butcloser.
I know that it's not going to help me to have you,
You carry your baggage,
And I carry my own.
But now that I'm willing to admit that I want you,
I realise,
In myself,
That you're not what I need,
You're just an extra ontop of y life's basic package...
An emotion sold separatley.
Different, and easily broken,
A crazy luxurious item
I pine for.
You're one of a kind, and I want you
for my own.
I'm excited about the anticipation
of liking you
trace over these flaws...
see to believe if they are true
'coz i don't want to appear perfect
'coz i'm not perfect...without you.
i didn't want to fall in love,
i didn't ask to be let down,
and now i'm tired of pretending
that my smile is n o t a frown.
you kept me nice and warm at night,
but now i just feel cold.
is it just me, or were we young once?
now you're gone i just feel...old.
and even though my everyday
feels more lonely than the nights
i know it's just a sad mirage...
is that you still hold me clo
i
am waiting, still
for these scars to go...
i wish someone
would outdo me,
outflaw me,
so then,
they would ignore me.
don't laugh,
it's not funny.
if i write about drugs,
then would you take me seriously?
i hate myself,
i want to do.
did that grab your attention?
i don't want you to notice me,
because i hate these pimples.
i want THEM to die,
because they grab what only drugs can grab.
Are we really all the same?
I assumed so all my life...
And change is not a burden
On my seemingly simple mind
more,
creating a perfectly focused
attraction
to the lives of people I never knew
but grew up next to
all the same.
Assumptions kept me safe
from the curiosity
that takes me over, watching the boys,
or men, i'm not sure which,
playing poker at the kitchen table.
Who are these people,
the ones who surround me,
encasing me,
capturing me in their lives and minds?
i wish i knew,
but even though they are so
intuiging...
i'm afraid if i stare into their souls...
i'll be intruding.
Are they close?
i guess you have t
It seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
Black, red, Darkrooms,
Old love, and Heir-looms?
Freaks, Geeks, and Pretty Girls,
With piercings and tattoos, Blonde hair with curls,
Icy greens, Mints with blue,
Fill in the blanks, question mark clues?
Life is the game, checkers and dice,
Thick. Pink. Lips...don't think twice.
One, two, i used to love you,
Three, four, not anymore.
Boxes of ink, that say all the same things,
Tick, Tock Scream...as a pendulum swings.
Love me, Love me, keep my eyes tightly closed,
My soul has holes in its pantyhoes.
Freaks, Geeks, And Pretty Girls,
Piercings, Tattoos, and Blonde Hair with curls.
Neverland, Wonderland, fly...and grow BIGGER.
L
Current Residence: newcastle, australia Favourite genre of music: heavy metal Favourite photographer: no clue... Skin of choice: well, i dunno anymore... Favourite cartoon character: spongebob squarepants Personal Quote: poetry should not mean, but be | its not love unless u both feel perfect | for a low,you need a high
Favourite Visual Artist
hmm...
Favourite Movies
hmm...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
killswitch engaged | finger eleven | NIN | Metallica | System of a Down | A.F.I
Favourite Writers
can i say myself? (no-one knows better how to relate to myself than...well, myself!)
Favourite Games
sleeping
Favourite Gaming Platform
my bed
Tools of the Trade
my brain | paper | pen | pencil | camera
Other Interests
writing | sleeping | talking | sleeping | i like chickens....hahaha
Has it really been that long?
Well.. Unfortunately.. I submitted into the ways of the world (wide web) and joined MySpace. This is probably why I've forgotten you all =( I've even forgotten how to do the whole username linky thing.. Oh well. I'll learn again in time. Now I'm unemployed and have nothing to do all day other than babysit my ferret. I was thinking of deleting all my old stuff and starting fresh.. I'm still thinking about it.. But I probably wont lol.
I'm just gonna do this quiz thing that I did 2 and a bit years ago.. See if I've changed =D (plus I'm quiz obsessed now haha)
TEN Random Things About Me:
1- I had pink hair a cou
heyyy..
I can't believe how long it has been since I was on dA.. seriously, I say that so much, and I neglect it so often lol.. but my computer always breaks so I have to go on at school =( what will happen when I leave at the end of next year?! Well I'll tell you what'll happen, I'll have my own computer that isn't going to break on me, that's what lol..
Everyone's changing!! I've changed a bit as well..It's weird how much I swore.. I still swear.. But there's a time and a place lol. I joined Miaberrie (not to be a conformist at any cost) in becoming a vegetarian, it's early christmas innn..ONE WEEK!! I almost cannot wait, if I already had
i like a boy hahaha and ben is trying to guess who and its soooooooo funny hahaha. coz he can't.
uhm........hmm. i have a friend who i miss dearly, IM SOOOOOO STUBBORN! hahaha but its funny. funny funny haha. but seriously. i do. miss him much, that is. but hey. i'm moving on.
hahahahaha i'm in graphics (at school) and...yeah. it's funny.
i have...$1.4o. ahhhh that buys me.....1 thing for lunch. and i am REALLY hungry.
in other news, how cool is the new dA face! pretty cool thats how cool.this is just about it.
Ben sucks.
Ben chupa.
Ben suce.
Ben saugt.
Il ben succhia.
Ben zuigt.
O ben chupa.
Бен с