I am not myself today
An ichy sweater kind of day
could not compare to this
The demons inside possessed
feeling their claws
teeth
As a stranger told of your passing
I am a wild animal
Run
Run
Throbbing ankles
Screaming from the pit of myself
Tears
Arms of strangers letting go of me
Why god
Demon in uniform
I cannot remember your face
Snowy darkness.
We walk for miles hand in hand.
We walk, untill we reach,
Those that have no eyes.
Don't whimper.
Don't swallow the bitter pill.
Imagine-
Alas, nothing!
No god now that you're gone,
Father.
Lure me into the blissful pastlives.
Dreaming of some
Crystal pleasure,
Beneath the streets of Babylon.
I don't know
How I will die,
When I will die,
or where.
I just know that I will.
I love you more than stars in the sky.
I love you more than fish in the sea.
I love you more than you'll ever realize.
Untill you see the sacrifices I make.
I love you more than anyone else.
I love you more than people on earth.
I love you more than all the reasons here.
I love you more than the breaths I'll take.
I love you enough to accept every fault.
Enough to keep you. Enough to hate you.
Enough to put you first, even though that's not wise.
I love you enough to never lie even if it's your own good.
Enough to already forgive any mistakes you'll make.
Enough to want you untill I die.
Enough and it grows in your absence.
You
Photograph My Thoughts by QueenOfAllAces, literature
Literature
Photograph My Thoughts
My mind is a mansion.
Full of floors and doors,
That hasnt been opened
Yet.
My mind is a blank slate,
An empty plate,
An empty envelope that will one day
Be sent away,
Because of its contents.
My mind is an empty canvas,
With each drop of paint,
I get filled up, used up.
Im no longer mysterious or open.
My mind is a vast ravine,
Obscure and obscene,
Sometimes you cant see into it,
Through all the mist and fog.
My mind is the house on Paper Street,
Broken down and corrupt.
And yet the corruption;
Sets it free.
My mind is a glass.
Sometimes its filled up,
Other times its empty.
Half full or
Floor, wet and clammy.
Air, cold.
Crisp.
Heart thumping, pulse pounding, adrenaline rushing.
The chains clasp my hands and chaotic noises arise from my throat.
The walls are long but narrow, reaching into the infinity of
the purple sky above me.
No flowers on the wallpaper but endless mirrors arranged
In mosaic fashion.
Terrified of my own reflection, I pull at the chains that wont let me free.
My reflection, my body is bare except the
Bruises darkening my pale skin,
And on top of that tattoos inked on me,
Intertwined with the wounds.
Eagles and serpents.
The mirrors crash, the chains are loose.
I am in the drivers sea
Feet rocketing from the ground
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
The world is nothing beneath me.
Air reaching restless fingers through my hair,
Feet pop, pop, pop.
The world disappears,
Leaving the clouds, the thunder,
And the lonely horizon.
Nothing but that moment,
Nothing but that second your body
Is not pulled to the ground,
The second the foot,
Toes, heel
Hit the ground.
Feel the sweet fire in your lungs and the
Ice in your throat when you breathe in.
Eyes close, open, close
Blink.
Eyes blind just your body feeling.
Feel the sweet inferno turning your skin peach,
Sweat like raindrops dripping softly down.
Breath sigh
Ai
Life's an acid trip
And the blues in your eyes really stand out
In the dark.
Dirt beneath your fingernails,
And everything you own
Owns you back.
The empty smiles and
Lost senses all come back at
A certain point and time.
I hope when I die it really hurts like
A bitch so I can feel
For the last time.
Later I'll be comfortablly numb.
No one can see through my eyes the way
I do.
You say you're blind but maybe I'm the blind one.
What do you do
When you can't do
What you were born to?
When you just want to
Reach your togue out to the window to see
What life tastes like,
You're really alive.
I am not myself today
An ichy sweater kind of day
could not compare to this
The demons inside possessed
feeling their claws
teeth
As a stranger told of your passing
I am a wild animal
Run
Run
Throbbing ankles
Screaming from the pit of myself
Tears
Arms of strangers letting go of me
Why god
Demon in uniform
I cannot remember your face
Snowy darkness.
We walk for miles hand in hand.
We walk, untill we reach,
Those that have no eyes.
Don't whimper.
Don't swallow the bitter pill.
Imagine-
Alas, nothing!
No god now that you're gone,
Father.
Lure me into the blissful pastlives.
Dreaming of some
Crystal pleasure,
Beneath the streets of Babylon.
I don't know
How I will die,
When I will die,
or where.
I just know that I will.
I argue.
I can't believe that you believe. . .
In me, for once.
I am unknown.
I am a smile on a chilly day,
A stain on your curtains in the window,
The shadows dancing across the walls at night.
I'm sorry.
I'm too dangerous.
You stare at me.
Like I'm some kind of animal.
I'm sorry.
I don't need your number.
I'm falling.
I can't remember
What I can see.
Too many words to forget,
Too many sights to see.
So I argue again.
I argue with you.
It builds up inside me.
Pounding deep and hard and quick.
I argue.
It's a dance of words.
Before you can break my shell.
It's a dance of wars.
I'm sorry.
My insides were burnt in the fire
Maybe it was years ago
Maybe it was yesterday
Maybe I will never know
I could have been born with it
I cry
But no tears fall down my cheeks
I cry
And yet I make no sound
I cry
My green eyes filled with them
But they are so dry
I shed all this weight of my back
When you glare at me the weight of the world is there
When you stare at me something twitches inside of me
I know you but I don't
It twitches inside of me
What was dancing before is
Still and quiet
What was singing before
Is silent
My voice comes as a stranger to me
A million words and nothing to say
I hate everything I say
When
Your lips are moving.
Only time and space
Cease to exist.
You're reaching for me.
You're talking to me.
Defying all laws of physics.
53 years inside a coma.
Untill I'm awake discovering you.
I long to feel the warmth of your flesh against my skin.
But when I reach out all I feel is the cold, hard glass.
I wonder if you'd know me
If I saw you in heaven.
Would you speak my name?
All this distance between us would
Slowly slip away.
And if only for a moment you would
Pull me into your arms and
Hold me like all the years
Between our non-existence
Didn't matter.
And you're alive;
And I'm alive;
And we are both 24.
And your s
'I love you' you whisper.
Why?
I still don't know.
Your eyes fill with tears as the world stops turning.
My ears are ringing,
Although it is silent.
'I love you' you whisper.
But it's too late.
The train doesn't stop.
Your face shows no emotion at all.
The tears have ceased to fall.
'I forgot where I am!' you're screaming.
I'm too terrifyed to move.
I feel like shaking you, hitting you
But I don't.
'I forgot. . . I forgot'
The whole world stops.
My stomach is overturned.
My spine is tingling.
You start walking backwards.
Somewhere, someone screams.
A gunshot fires in the distance.
I stop.
I count backwards from three.
Something in the Wind by QueenOfAllAces, literature
Literature
Something in the Wind
There's something in the way your jaw turns
There's something in the way your blue eyes capture mine
There's something in the blue eyes crying
Like dust blowing in the wind
There something in the way you hold me
Not with your arms nor your hands
But the way your glance holds me
Like I'm falling off the edge
Into oblivian, and your glare pulls me
Back up
There's something in the way you kiss
Like it's the last time
Like there's something shy in the air
Like something's about to happen
There's something in the way your hands wrap around my eyes
There's something innocent in the way you say "Guess who"
When there's no one else bu
I'd almost forgotten the sting of the knife
Pain caused by just living my own life
Nobody ever said Love would be so hard
The thing that leaves beauty marred
I wish it would all be taken away
Just so I would even want to live another day
I scream in my sleep and cry when I awake
I just hold back my anger until I quake
Trying to hide pain and wear a mask
Until I have completed my final task
Everything else set aside, one last request
No more misdirection, my will is out to test
I will let my final breathe escape me
Spill all my blood just so you can see
That I never meant to hurt you like this
I want to leave behind a memory no
Bipolar Inferno
Go ahead, buy some of that new-fangled burning fluid on the cheap
And before casting the first ember, please do let me fall asleep
Graciously let me paint the dusty chair you've chosen blue
And within my sleeptalking, I dreamt you symphonies
Don't forget to lay this euphony down on magnetic ribbon
And when I burn, pray bottle and tote my sparks by the dozen
Drown me out behind the corncrib, salt away your last bit of petrol
And tap raw blood, you'll need every drop to oil the hands of my devils
Shot up with yellow confetti and red fire after the show
And rapt in my whistlin' like a rusty pump, grow wet from head to t
Vena Labialis
A latent center abolishes this filthy law,
the deer and kings crestfallen in their awe.
Darksome ark hangs above flames.
Iconoclast stumbles upon her roseate vesture.
Amplified is ravishment for inertia's martyr,
propelling impetus through vein.
Tumbledown cistern hauntingly out of reach,
miasma flows via ruffled channels.
Recursion belies his degradation into a vassal,
incessantly worn by cockcrow's relief,
the murder of shades laving him scarce as sinful.
Not born to foster what she squanders,
all these cliché-ridden litanies and cambric lariats rain on down,
far more than sung forth by languor.
Favourite style of art: Expressionism, pen and ink Favourite cartoon character: Betty Boop, Harley Quinn, Superman Personal Quote: What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us
Favourite Movies
Pulp Fiction, Inglorious Basterds, Romeo + Juliet, Cool Hand Luke, Fight Club
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Jeff Buckley
Favourite Writers
Chuck Palanhniuk, John Steinbeck, Lewis Carroll, Jane Hirshfield, John Green, Kevin Brooks
Please read if your my friend and intrested in my life. Anyone a tattoo artist? This will be my occupation. I'll certainly have to bust my ass.... but it'll be worth it. Expect some designs soon.
My boyfriend is not leaving for basic. He's no longer enlisted. They wouldn't give him a decent combat job because he's colorblind.
I feel bad because he wanted that. I'm happy because I didn't.