Wilting, like the dried flower,
She weeps.
Her heart melted,
Blood pooled,
Bubbles of pulsation,
Escapes its last breath.
She sobs.
Burning, it trickles,
Flames down her cheeks
As she chokes.
He knew it was the end.
Their singing lessons, guiding her down to his lair under the ruse of being her Angel of Music, and all of the magical moments they had shared…it was all over.
Erik knew this as he prepared the chains and ropes for the chandelier, setting it up so he could drop it when she revealed him to the world. He feared this moment, but he had overheard the plan. The gendarme were to be in the Opera House, and they were to fire at the first opportune shot.
He knew Christine was frightened; he heard her crying in her room shortly after Raoul and she had come back from the cemetery. He had to fight the impulse to slip int
I am imprisoned by my body
My lungs are the dealers
beating me into submission
cutting off my air
when they decide I’ve had too much.
“Give her just enough to keep her coming back,
but too much and she’ll be gone.
Too little and we’ll lose her.”
So their hands encircle my windpipe,
playing tug-o-war over who gets the most,
both lungs never filled at the same time.
Despite the fact that I need this air
to keep my body going,
they’d rather cut me off and
make me pay for it.
In the currency of gasping breaths
and a knot in my chest that never leaves,
a reminder of the raging turf war
happening w
Do you see the soul?
Drowning in red and black ire
Now lost to time's woe
If I could just breathe,
Maybe you'd finally see
How you control me
Strings like a puppet
Ventriloquist in my ear
Scissors cut me loose
How fast I can run
Is how fast I can forget you
My legs are bullets
I bid a goodbye
The strings shatter as I leave
Finally, I'm free
This Nightmare of a Memory by dreamwriter2010, literature
Literature
This Nightmare of a Memory
Please, let this be a nightmare.
This had to be a nightmare. After being unable to sleep for the past few nights, I must have finally fallen asleep as I am reliving a nightmare: this nightmare that I would just rather forget, but my mind seems to keep bringing it forth. It has to be a nightmare; I want it to be, so why can't it simply be just that?
But no, it's not a nightmare; it's a memory. A memory still so fresh in my mind that my skin still prickles with fear; I wish I could pull it out and bury it six feet under or burn it as a sacrifice to bring about my peace of mind. For once, I want to go a day without thinking about it; at this p
The snow always strikes me
So beautiful and pristine
Glittering
It warms my heart
The fall of it is soft
As it treads softly into our lives
A smile touches my face
And I catch a flake in my hand
Then, the footsteps mar it
Stepping on it repeatedly
Crushing it into the treads of our shoes
All that glitters will be trampled
The world drips its baggage to nature's canvas
So quickly marked by dirt, urine, blood
No longer white
forever bearing the color of its memories
All that is pristine will become dirty
It melts, leaving slush
We shape it with our hands, our feet, ou
Swirling and winding about
too quick to sort out.
However, a central theme:
HATE
Hate myself
Hate how this keeps happening
Hate the dissolve of strength
Hate the loss of innocence
Hate how my eyes fall dead
Hate how my lips twist and pull tight
Hate how my thoughts swirl and rush, ripping
my head to shreds
Hate the tears that sting
The thoughts that make me stop dead
The flutter where my heart tries to break free
The stone in my gut that weighs me down
Nights waking up drenched in sweat, tears
flowing, mouth frozen in a silent scream
Why me?
Why is it me that gets this?
Stupid, stupid,
These Words I Can't Say by dreamwriter2010, literature
Literature
These Words I Can't Say
Words appear to escape, and I can't describe how I feel,
how I long for it to be fake, for the pain not to be so real.
See, you don't understand at all, and I wish I could make you see,
that every hurtful word, your uncaring attitude, takes away a piece of me.
My heart is ripped, torn to shreds, so I try to be done, I don't want to fight,
how many times should I have to explain that all I say doesn't feel right?
I'm immature, a hypocrite, a liar, and everyone around me is sucked into misery,
then you turn and call me beautiful? I feel I can't trust you, so forgive me.
On that note, I'm sorry I apologize so much,
it's just me, underst
Wilting, like the dried flower,
She weeps.
Her heart melted,
Blood pooled,
Bubbles of pulsation,
Escapes its last breath.
She sobs.
Burning, it trickles,
Flames down her cheeks
As she chokes.
He knew it was the end.
Their singing lessons, guiding her down to his lair under the ruse of being her Angel of Music, and all of the magical moments they had shared…it was all over.
Erik knew this as he prepared the chains and ropes for the chandelier, setting it up so he could drop it when she revealed him to the world. He feared this moment, but he had overheard the plan. The gendarme were to be in the Opera House, and they were to fire at the first opportune shot.
He knew Christine was frightened; he heard her crying in her room shortly after Raoul and she had come back from the cemetery. He had to fight the impulse to slip int
I am imprisoned by my body
My lungs are the dealers
beating me into submission
cutting off my air
when they decide I’ve had too much.
“Give her just enough to keep her coming back,
but too much and she’ll be gone.
Too little and we’ll lose her.”
So their hands encircle my windpipe,
playing tug-o-war over who gets the most,
both lungs never filled at the same time.
Despite the fact that I need this air
to keep my body going,
they’d rather cut me off and
make me pay for it.
In the currency of gasping breaths
and a knot in my chest that never leaves,
a reminder of the raging turf war
happening w
Do you see the soul?
Drowning in red and black ire
Now lost to time's woe
If I could just breathe,
Maybe you'd finally see
How you control me
Strings like a puppet
Ventriloquist in my ear
Scissors cut me loose
How fast I can run
Is how fast I can forget you
My legs are bullets
I bid a goodbye
The strings shatter as I leave
Finally, I'm free
This Nightmare of a Memory by dreamwriter2010, literature
Literature
This Nightmare of a Memory
Please, let this be a nightmare.
This had to be a nightmare. After being unable to sleep for the past few nights, I must have finally fallen asleep as I am reliving a nightmare: this nightmare that I would just rather forget, but my mind seems to keep bringing it forth. It has to be a nightmare; I want it to be, so why can't it simply be just that?
But no, it's not a nightmare; it's a memory. A memory still so fresh in my mind that my skin still prickles with fear; I wish I could pull it out and bury it six feet under or burn it as a sacrifice to bring about my peace of mind. For once, I want to go a day without thinking about it; at this p
The snow always strikes me
So beautiful and pristine
Glittering
It warms my heart
The fall of it is soft
As it treads softly into our lives
A smile touches my face
And I catch a flake in my hand
Then, the footsteps mar it
Stepping on it repeatedly
Crushing it into the treads of our shoes
All that glitters will be trampled
The world drips its baggage to nature's canvas
So quickly marked by dirt, urine, blood
No longer white
forever bearing the color of its memories
All that is pristine will become dirty
It melts, leaving slush
We shape it with our hands, our feet, ou
Swirling and winding about
too quick to sort out.
However, a central theme:
HATE
Hate myself
Hate how this keeps happening
Hate the dissolve of strength
Hate the loss of innocence
Hate how my eyes fall dead
Hate how my lips twist and pull tight
Hate how my thoughts swirl and rush, ripping
my head to shreds
Hate the tears that sting
The thoughts that make me stop dead
The flutter where my heart tries to break free
The stone in my gut that weighs me down
Nights waking up drenched in sweat, tears
flowing, mouth frozen in a silent scream
Why me?
Why is it me that gets this?
Stupid, stupid,
These Words I Can't Say by dreamwriter2010, literature
Literature
These Words I Can't Say
Words appear to escape, and I can't describe how I feel,
how I long for it to be fake, for the pain not to be so real.
See, you don't understand at all, and I wish I could make you see,
that every hurtful word, your uncaring attitude, takes away a piece of me.
My heart is ripped, torn to shreds, so I try to be done, I don't want to fight,
how many times should I have to explain that all I say doesn't feel right?
I'm immature, a hypocrite, a liar, and everyone around me is sucked into misery,
then you turn and call me beautiful? I feel I can't trust you, so forgive me.
On that note, I'm sorry I apologize so much,
it's just me, underst
Current Residence: Illinois Favourite genre of music: Gothic Rock Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Black i-Pod Video Favourite cartoon character: Danny Phantom Personal Quote: "If anyone asks, it wasn't me!" (I've had to use that line so many times XD)
Favourite Movies
South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut and The Phantom of the Opera
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Evanescence and Within Temptation
Favourite Writers
Dean Koontz, Stephen King, and R.L. Stine
Favourite Games
Sims 2
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC (or the Wii :D)
Other Interests
Reading, writing, drawing, and listening to Within Temptation and Evanescence
Happy New Year, everyone! It's been wonderful! I've successfully completed a semester of law school, have been with my boyfriend for two and a half years, been a member of Sigma Lambda Gamma National Sorority, Inc. for three years, and held down my first major job (outside of college) at Denny's. It's been a fantastic year, and I'm so happy with how everything has gone.
I have 14 resolutions that I'm hoping to accomplish this year.
1. Maintain a "positivity" jar.
2. Fire a gun.
3. Learn stick shift.
4. Make a cake from Decorating Cakes.
5. Go to Washington D.C.
6. Relearn calculus.
7. Make it through my first year of law school succ
Hooray for consistency!
This is the first time in a while where I've actually made two journals within the span of a couple of months. I'm trying really hard to remain consistent in keeping up with my journals/hopefully submitting some writing.
Not much in the way of updates. I've started law school, and I'm slowly trying to adjust to the workload. Been behind for the past couple of days, but I finally feel caught up. Now to just get ahead of the game so I actually am caught up.
I think I'm going to plan to submit a couple of things within the next month. Probably a chapter of the story I was attempting to write to get some constructive fe