The stars shine bright
upon a sea of blue.
My eyes go wide,
and I'm looking at you.
But what do i see,
such a silent plea.
Inside you i see
an angry sea.
My eyes go wide at a flash of light.
The data I'm gettin is only wight.
When finally i get to see some gates of pearl,
and i feel something that makes me wunna hurl.
I see you there behind the gates,
all pretty and red.
And all i feel is seething hate,
for you and all your friends.
The stars shine bright
upon a sea of blue.
My eyes go wide
and I'm lookin at you.
But what do i see,
such a silent plea,
inside you i see,
an angry sea..
The flames that hate,
the flame
The stars shine bright
upon a sea of blue.
My eyes go wide,
and I'm looking at you.
But what do i see,
such a silent plea.
Inside you i see
an angry sea.
My eyes go wide at a flash of light.
The data I'm gettin is only wight.
When finally i get to see some gates of pearl,
and i feel something that makes me wunna hurl.
I see you there behind the gates,
all pretty and red.
And all i feel is seething hate,
for you and all your friends.
The stars shine bright
upon a sea of blue.
My eyes go wide
and I'm lookin at you.
But what do i see,
such a silent plea,
inside you i see,
an angry sea..
The flames that hate,
the flame
Before you kill yourself... by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
Before you kill yourself...
Before you kill yourself,
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay st
I am very artsy. I write literature, draw people, and play/sing music. I'm a junior at an anonymous high schoo somewhere in the United States. My goal in life is to find contention in what I'm capable of and what I can achieve.
Send looked up from his most recent kill to the sky. He saw the glorious violet streaked from horizon to horizon. Send's ears twitched and he brushed a lock of grey hair back from his face. He collected the corpse and his arrow, ready to face his family with dinner.
The village of Binar was peaceful and small. Send lived with his mother, Gemal, and his little brother, Bit. His father ditched town when Send had barely been old enough to speak.
Gemal was outside gathering bits of flammable wood for the winters fires. She saw Send coming from what felt like a mile out and smiled at her son with the family's unique smile. She bestowed upon he
With junior year started, and a lot of things becoming hectic (mostly due to homework instead of friend drama, THANK THE GODS) i find myself wanting more and more to do art. But when i draw the lines are skewed and the shapes are off. I will always look back on my drawings and see nothing but the flaws present through all of it instead of what others see. The eyes of an artist is not how art is meant to be perceived. Art should be look at, through the eyes of a pedestrian- the eyes of someone who doesn't have a personal stake in whoever made what they were looking at- and understood through observation. But the maker simply cannot enjoy their
I fight for a reason.
I will fight for my friends.
I will fight over justice.
I will fight to be heard.
I will fight to stand up.
I will fight if I have a stake in things.
I will fight if someone I know is being hurt.
I will fight if things aren't fair.
I will fight if I have a righteous cause.
I won't fight if I'm punishing the un-deserving.
I won't fight if it means I'm the villain.
I won't fight if I don't believe in the cause.
I won't fight if the lines are skewed.
I will not fight for a nation.