Invitation
Long days of espresso wands and constant grinding, wasn't enough.
The constant bickering and demanding orders of spoiled caffeine addicted students didn't stop it either.
Worn out, pissed off, and stressed beyond belief, there was peace found in the solitude. But that wasn't what you wanted.
Seated in your hard backed chair which lacked the support to hold all the weight of your world, you stared at the chair next you.
Empty because of the work, the classes, the struggle just to maintain reality. You typically ignored it. Yet this time there was something that nagged at you deep inside, to fill the chair.
It wasn't an internal fe
You know what you are? You are vile. by psyco-pyro1, literature
Literature
You know what you are? You are vile.
You know what you are? You are vile.
Do you understand why?.... No you are, listen.
Hold your nose up as you will,
You judge and you torment to get your fill.
Spew your insults left and right,
But it's you that will be lonely at the end of the night.
Your illusory superiority is bound to fall,
And when it does don't even think of me to call.
I'm done 5 years of friendship. What has it got me?
Nothing. Instead you choose to insult me. Take my kindness and in return, criticism.
You are no where above me, trust me we are on even ground.
Sure I have no money, but my independence and determination is sound.
Your morals of life are
Poison
With every beat I pull him closer,
To steal one more kiss of death.
His warm touch just makes it stronger,
The dark messenger to lead me on.
He is my poison,
Lifts my head to let it sink in.
His touch causes my heart to race,
Pushing the venom faster through my veins.
He's killing me slowly.
Wanting me to hold on for as long as I can.
The euphoric warmth is truly fatal.
He is the only one who can have me now.
Skirts whisp against the ground with the weight of carried children,
While pants stroll into the pews, relaxed fit no restraint.
The man speaks, we bow our heads,
Their eyes are closed but mine stay open.
As they close their eyes to thank Him,
Mine stare at the frays in my skirt thats too short to touch the floor.
They mumble words of praise, a ghostly chorus,
My lips do not move, just chew gum anxiously.
Skirts sway to classes, mine remaining still,
While pants stay in the pews, to hear their lessons.
The longest skirt of them all praises Him,
Touching the ground, it cries out we must cover the Earth!
In the next room the pants
Come on, Push me, Push me
Till I can't stand on my feet.
What are you waiting for
Is this the standard to meet?
No more speaking out
No more thoughts out of line,
No more getting up
This is the last time.
"Keep your head down"
Your pride is no longer.
"No one wants to know"
The tension grows stronger.
In comes the next blow
"You'll never be anything."
Something inside you snaps
Send a right hook, the bell rings.
"I dont need this weight on my shoulders"
You're yelling standing tall and proud.
Next she's standing in the kitchen wishing
One day you'll come down from your cloud.
Hide
The thud of footsteps
Like pouring rain.
High pitch screams come from the monsters above.
No one to rule or tame them.
No celing no door
Nothing to stop them from finding me
Buried deep within my blanket and pillow fortress.
I remain still and quiet
As one slithers down the stairs
On its small growling stomach.
Its moving in on its pray.
Sensative ears listen for my hushed breath and sense my fear.
I close my eyes as small paws rip off the covers
And little claws struggle to grip the sheets.
It traps both of my hands
And pins down my torso but
Just as its mane falls over my face...
FEED ME!! It roars.
Invitation
Long days of espresso wands and constant grinding, wasn't enough.
The constant bickering and demanding orders of spoiled caffeine addicted students didn't stop it either.
Worn out, pissed off, and stressed beyond belief, there was peace found in the solitude. But that wasn't what you wanted.
Seated in your hard backed chair which lacked the support to hold all the weight of your world, you stared at the chair next you.
Empty because of the work, the classes, the struggle just to maintain reality. You typically ignored it. Yet this time there was something that nagged at you deep inside, to fill the chair.
It wasn't an internal fe
You know what you are? You are vile. by psyco-pyro1, literature
Literature
You know what you are? You are vile.
You know what you are? You are vile.
Do you understand why?.... No you are, listen.
Hold your nose up as you will,
You judge and you torment to get your fill.
Spew your insults left and right,
But it's you that will be lonely at the end of the night.
Your illusory superiority is bound to fall,
And when it does don't even think of me to call.
I'm done 5 years of friendship. What has it got me?
Nothing. Instead you choose to insult me. Take my kindness and in return, criticism.
You are no where above me, trust me we are on even ground.
Sure I have no money, but my independence and determination is sound.
Your morals of life are
Poison
With every beat I pull him closer,
To steal one more kiss of death.
His warm touch just makes it stronger,
The dark messenger to lead me on.
He is my poison,
Lifts my head to let it sink in.
His touch causes my heart to race,
Pushing the venom faster through my veins.
He's killing me slowly.
Wanting me to hold on for as long as I can.
The euphoric warmth is truly fatal.
He is the only one who can have me now.
Skirts whisp against the ground with the weight of carried children,
While pants stroll into the pews, relaxed fit no restraint.
The man speaks, we bow our heads,
Their eyes are closed but mine stay open.
As they close their eyes to thank Him,
Mine stare at the frays in my skirt thats too short to touch the floor.
They mumble words of praise, a ghostly chorus,
My lips do not move, just chew gum anxiously.
Skirts sway to classes, mine remaining still,
While pants stay in the pews, to hear their lessons.
The longest skirt of them all praises Him,
Touching the ground, it cries out we must cover the Earth!
In the next room the pants
Come on, Push me, Push me
Till I can't stand on my feet.
What are you waiting for
Is this the standard to meet?
No more speaking out
No more thoughts out of line,
No more getting up
This is the last time.
"Keep your head down"
Your pride is no longer.
"No one wants to know"
The tension grows stronger.
In comes the next blow
"You'll never be anything."
Something inside you snaps
Send a right hook, the bell rings.
"I dont need this weight on my shoulders"
You're yelling standing tall and proud.
Next she's standing in the kitchen wishing
One day you'll come down from your cloud.
Hide
The thud of footsteps
Like pouring rain.
High pitch screams come from the monsters above.
No one to rule or tame them.
No celing no door
Nothing to stop them from finding me
Buried deep within my blanket and pillow fortress.
I remain still and quiet
As one slithers down the stairs
On its small growling stomach.
Its moving in on its pray.
Sensative ears listen for my hushed breath and sense my fear.
I close my eyes as small paws rip off the covers
And little claws struggle to grip the sheets.
It traps both of my hands
And pins down my torso but
Just as its mane falls over my face...
FEED ME!! It roars.
I'm a college student studying engineering. Art for now is simply for expressing how I feel.
Current Residence: Between car and campus Favourite genre of music: Everything except country MP3 player of choice: Phillips Favourite cartoon character: Bandit Jing Personal Quote: "Better to have loved and lossed than to have never loved at all."
Favourite Visual Artist
Andy Warhol
Favourite Movies
500 Days of Summer, Spirited Away, and Castle in the Sky
Favourite TV Shows
Simpsons, House
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nora Jones
Favourite Books
Mistborn Series
Favourite Writers
Dyane Wyne Jones
Favourite Games
Skyrim and Bastion
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox.... for now.
Other Interests
Music, photography, poetry, confusion, life, cultures, soccer, and you.
I'm pretty sure I screwed up everything with you. All I wanted was you in my life, but you always wanted more and right when you wanted it. I thought I was right . You definitely proved me wrong. In one drunken text you tore me down and put me where you thought I belonged. You know what? I can't bring myself to climb back up after this one. As the saying goes, some times what we want most is not what is best for us. I guess I'll always have the memories though.
We all have marks given to us by angles. I have one bestowed right on my face. A "beauty mark". In what way am I beautiful angels? He is beautiful. He's so beautiful there are angel kisses all over his body. But he does not know he is beautiful, in fact he says he is a horrible person. My sister is beautiful and you bestowed her kisses all over her cheeks. She knows she's so beautiful that she uses it to hide her skin. Though marked with eczema and psoriasis she is the most beautiful person I know. Angels you gave me a beauty mark in the shape of a heart. Does that mean I put beauty into my love? Do I love with grace and passion? I hope I do.
Its been sooo long and I really need to get back into the habit of writing and sketching. For now I leave you all with my newest sketch of a psycho. Much like yours truly he is currently stuck in a lined world where he shall remain till placed into another medium. College you win this round. Well for now I bid thee good night.