I had to steal my first
kiss from you
Since then I don't know
what to do
I'm trying hard to figure
it out
Where it went wrong and how it
went down.
My time here is pretty
short
Soon I'll be leaving this
shore
To a new place where
no one I know
I'm scare and need some company
We can never make it work
like this.
all I ask form you
is this
Don't forget that first
kiss
Here I leave you with a
memory
A rainy day and some
cuddling
You'll forget me after
Tomorrow.
But it doesn't seem to
freak me out
I'll play guitar in
my house.
And drink to
forget you
I can't stand
Fairytales
They remind me of how
I fai
….heuh
….hauh
….heuh
….hauh
Heart beats faster/ pulse racing.
….heuh
….hauh
….heuh
….hauh
Body works harder/ legs pump the air
….heuh
….hauh
….heuh
….hauh
It's been a hard day's work/ life is hard, and times are lonely and dull
….heuh
….hauh
….heuh
….hauh
I don't want to leave this track/ high above the gym
I walk just to keep moving/ keep from going home.
My hands fly like spiders over the keyboard, in my rush to get it all down.
The out pouring is great
The words they are there, and then gone once again
A river of poetry pours from my body.
A very physical feeling is the nostalgia of what I put down.
My mind I write down
My soul I capture
My life I document
I write for myself and no one else.
Blackness, unlike any I've seen before,
But with a light at it's roots
Her hair short and dark,
It frames her face in sharp contrast.
Her blue eyes look up from a face of innocent deviousness
Her appeal is great, her char insurmountable
I am hers.
Short was the time we spent together.
Long did it seem in my mind.
The feelings I felt have been unknown to me since I was young.
I don't know what I did,
Don't know why she left.
The time we spent together is forever ingrained in my heart
I long for her to return, just to see her once more.
My arms ache, my heart aches.
The wound is still fresh
The scabs not yet
Because of you,
It's hard to smile.
My emotions are confused,
I don't know what I feel.
Because of you,
It's hard to be happy
But I can't blame you
I just wanted to be with you.
Because of you
I write
My situation is unmovable
My circumstances, unchangeable
Because of you
I'm alone
But yours is more flexible
You could have come here
You are my wound that doesn't heal,
I tried so hard to tell you how I feel.
You still don't believe me.
With a pen and a girl
On my mind
I'm writing it all down
Hoping to rhyme
So inspired by her will and grace,
At night I only see her pretty face.
It sounds so cliché when I write it down
Like reading nietche and calling it my own.
Whenever we touch the magic sparks
Flying high through the air when it's dark.
We don't have to say it,
We both know
Best to go with the flow
I'll have to leave, she'll stay behind,
But never will she leave my mind
Like a plague that haunts me, I don't want the cure
Even if it kills me I just want her.
There's no rhyme or reason to what I put donw
But I'm looking for her, and she's what I found
I
Dont read offensive content by therealtigger, literature
Literature
Dont read offensive content
All I feel right now.
The pain, the anger. I put up with the bull shit, I take the crap I\'m given. Finally, I have fucking had it. I can\'t take any more of all of your fucking shit any more.
Fuck you all! Everyone who has ever wronged me, fuck you.
Fuck the government, Fuck the Air Force.
Fuck that mother fucker that fucking beat me up in fucking school. I hope his fucking dick rots off.
Fuck my parents, fuck myself for being so fucking stupid as to fucking doing what I did to myself.
Fuck myself for waking up. Fuck it all
Fuck this world
Fuck the next world if you believe in it.
Fuck God.
Fuck you for reading this.
Fuck it.
I c
Darkness surrounds me.
Nothing moves, nothing breathes.
I am alone, utter alone in the world
Angry courses through my veins like a poison
The snakes bite is still fresh on my skin where the snake of life has bit me.
Slowly the I can feel it at work.
My once happy mood slowly falls away like water from a rock ledge.
Silent I am alone.
That is what I want to be for this moment.
But at the same time I want to be held, I want to talk, I want to vent.
I am angry, I am frustrated.
I am alone, sad.
All I want right now is to be held, but instead all I have for comfort of harsh lyrics and wailing guitars
Get it where you can.
Enjoy what
What the Hell is Karma by therealtigger, literature
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What the Hell is Karma
And I ask myself, after a rough day and a speeding ticket. What the hell is Karma? Is it some divine force that binds us all, like something from Star Wars? Or is it more like luck? How does one go about getting good karma? Is it something that can be given? I have all kinds of crazy questions like this rolling around in my hollow skull. I have heard many definitions of the ambiguous object. One is that yes, it's like luck. Two, you can gain and lose it by doing good/bad things. So from there I ask my silly little self, what dictates good or bad? Is it me? Is it society? Is it humanity as a whole? What? If its humanity/society, does that mean
The Voyage was long, At times it was hard. Money went fast and laughs were many. To do it all over again, I\'d give all.
Driving hours on end, days at a time, just to get to my destination. Home called me loudly the entire way.
Finally the road ends and I am back to where I began. Something is here, something I haven\'t quiet taken from this place.
Whenever I leave, it calls to me. Something is here, something that calls to me out of the clear blue and the black night.
Speeding down the freeway, it\'s off to my next stop. Sunny beats down, sweat falls. Water disapears from my cooler about as fast as free money on main street.
Driving ba
As I left my heart broke
I could feel my car move away from the curb
But I wasn't really driving.
I was still sitting next to you.
I moved down the freeway.
Speeding because I had to get away.
I love you so much, and it hurts me to leave you like this.
As I move on, I can feel the tension and tearing of my heart strings.
The strings that connect mine to yours.
I show up at her house, just as a friend.
I'm not thinking anything of it.
I don't know why but when I get out of the car and she comes up, I'm back at your house, hugging you.
We go for a walk, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm holding her hand. It's you I'm talking to
Oh God
The jet engine's scream fades, but is only to be replaced by the clip-clop of high heeled demons, thirsty for a deal.* Fallen angels in white with their "stethoscopes", a tool to hear your soul dance. Not to mention the general flock. Lost and found.* Numbers, keys, suitcases. People. Sheep.* "Baaaa."
Oh how I wish I could relate... not. The chaotic nature of an airport stands out to people for some stupid reason. With all the death in the world , all the famine, the theft and murder. You'd think people would worry about more important things. That's one thing I'll never understand about you "humes". You take all the peace you actu
Your fingertips
brush over my trembling
lips,
you hush me,
lull me,
hypnotize me
until I lay back in your arms,
tasting this fantasy,
closing my placid eyes,
letting everything slip,
my back against the sheets
and bed,
I'm safe, safe with you,
nothing can go wrong,
only bliss can follow,
deeper,
softer,
ever so lovingly...
If god were dead
Would his corpse fall to the ground
With a thud
Or whisper faintly down to the surface
Of his creation
Unnoticed?
If god had such powers
As to stop evil things
Would he in turn be evil
For not preventing certain deeds?
And if good gods word
Would so be binding and decreed
Would the non-followers be
Cast out to sit here and ponder
With me?
If god weren't true
And if he weren't real
Then was the blood-spilled
In unjust complete vain?
If god was a myth
Or a lesson in story form
Could we still draw morals from
The bible and sins
If god was a theory
Still we had yet to prove
Could it be that humanity
Wa
"You killed me"
The first words to leave your mouth. Murder? Am I capable of this? It appears that I am since your heart beats no longer. Your dearly beloved has spiritually wounded you. The tears come and fall like warm, salted rain. They're like bricks being thrown from the top of a building. Down they fall on me.
"I'm sorry."
The first words to leave my mouth once I spoke the truth. Now it hurts and I'm sick with pain. Last night I felt my heart stop and all emotion left me. But the sickness stayed. This nauseous feeling comes from the thought og what I had done.
No comfort.
I can't feel a thing. I can't hug my bear and tell myself th
I have "quit" my job.
I use the term "quit" very loosely as I may see it as me quiting but some may see it as me getting fired. Funny, because it sounds exactly like what happened before, you know with my other job.
Anyway, now i'm only working part time with very little chance of getting a day job. I'm honestly hoping that La Tasca can make up the hours I need, but I've pretty much resolved that I'm fucked. Literally fucked. The best part? I could have avoided it all.
As always I 'm not the most responsible or reliable person in the world. I'm pretty much a flake. I know that some of you may disagree or may tell me that I'm just misguided
Honestly? I think they're far too much effort for me now.
I've resolved that pretty much no matter what I do, I'm going to fuck up any romantic relationship that I will try to have.
This would and still does a bit, bother me. But for the most part, it's given me the resolve to concentrate on what's important in my life. At this particular time, it's putting myself through school this year so that I can support my family, or at least help them out with their issues, especially my mother.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm tired of trying to get girls to fancy me or want to get to know me. Instead, I'm going to do what I do best, and that
I wrote this when I got home from work and posted it on Myspace. When I started it, it was going to be short and funny. Then I kinda got into it and thought my friends on DA should also read as they are mostly writers and my appreciate my insanity.
so with love, enjoy :D
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Brad: Hey Orange, I really hate spending £80 a month on topping up. Can I be on contract?
Orange: Dude totally! we'd love to take £25 from you monthly, plus you'll always be able to make calls, we'll just charge you if you go over.
Brad: well that sounds pretty shnazzy, sign me up bitches!