The clouds overhead block the sun that wants to shine.
The room is dark and your heart is mine.
Looking at you, I must sorely express
my regret to be
single-minded
to the point
of recklessness.
My fun is not in the catch but the chase;
Ive never been one to stay in one place.
When the lion catches the zebra, what does he do?
He devours its body, the whole way through.
Is that what Ive done?
Raced you and won?
Do I have you possessed?
...
Yes.
I ran with my opponent, tricked him
Made him my own victim,
Put his body in a bowl
And spooned out his soul.
The clouds overhead block the sun that wants to
A tender soul,
so young at heart.
There was no chance
for life to start.
A few short years,
then we said goodbye
and hundreds of people
began to cry.
Not just the students,
but teachers too.
Even those
who never knew you.
Goodbye, my friend,
Wait, that's not right.
Goodbye, my acquaintance
That touched the life
of those who were around you.
You will be sorely missed.
You really did know how
to give life a surprising twist.
I could go on about you,
But right now I must rely
On my ability to distract myself
For I'm about to cry.
The rings they wore fell to the floor;
It took several years.
The promises to one another
slowly turned to tears.
They yearned to be together
but knew it wasnt right.
If only they had realized,
if only theyd seen the light.
It hurt to be together,
it hurt to be apart.
Whats sad is that they both knew
it hurt right from the start.
They ignored the signs
that pointed the other way
and clung to the hopelessness
that was false loves display.
They knew it was a lie,
They knew it hurt too much.
They knew the jealousy was out of hand,
which sprang from the slightest touch.
They both knew it wasnt hea
The best of friends,
too quick to part.
A hug, a bye,
a broken heart.
Tears don't end.
I am sincere.
I want you back
and your love severe.
Instead you're gone,
all hope is black.
I'm an empty soul.
You won't come back.
Continue to live
as a vacant shell,
I've lost, I'm gone,
I've fell.
But that's okay
because sometime soon,
we'll meet again
in heaven strewn.
Until that day,
I must be true:
Never will I
lose my love for you.
Goodbye my friends,
I'm the last to go.
I'll wait for heaven,
as you so know.
Take me now.
You've set a trend,
When I go
my pain will end.
The best of friends,
too quick to part.
A hug, a
Like Our Friendship
Like words that are softly spoken,
And the sounds that are always heard.
Like a heart that's never broken,
And the pain that is endured.
Like the mirror on wall,
Its glass can quickly break.
Like a wave that is so small,
Can cause the ground to shake.
Like the fog that blurs the sky,
Your face is in my head;
I remember with a sigh,
The lovely things you said.
Like a life that just begins,
And a life that becomes a loss,
Those feelings are like a sin,
Too strong to reach across.
It's this special bond we have,
Too sweet to be embraced;
It acts just like a salve,
Never to be replaced.
Of course we
I can't think of anything to write about.
Not one single thing.
Nothing is even going on!
Oh look, Price William became a king.
Alas, that is not interesting.
Nope, not at all.
Hey, Godzilla's on my doorpost!
Nah, she's boring, I recall.
What is there to write about?
Hey look, Jim Carrey's on my lawn!
Well, he's still too boring!
"Shoo!" I yell, "Be gone!"
With a yawn, I return to my computer,
Thinking of what to write.
Wow, it's Santa and the Easter Bunny!
Aw, they're only in a fight.
Nothing is going on today.
I'm bored through and through.
There is nothing to write about.
And there is nothing to do.
Ninjas have invaded
I have a secret-
Did you hear?
I have a secret.
But it's not so clear.
It's small in importance,
But big in size.
Of course, I will tell you –
But I do advise:
Tell no one that you have heard my secret.
Tell no one what I've shared.
No, it is not cryptic,
But I warn you - be prepared.
I've been waiting for someone-
Day by day-
Yet they have not come
To my dismay.
But alas, that is not the secret.
Although, the time comes near-
For you to know the secret,
That you want to hear.
That's right, you're almost there-
Keep reading, keep reading!
You know you can trust me!
I am not misleading.
And at last, you have reached you
There is a girl on a hospital bed -
She doesn't seem very down.
Her cheeks are pink, she wears a smile –
Definitely not a frown.
You enter the room to visit her,
And she turns to look your way.
She invites you to take a seat,
And you do not delay.
You take the seat she's offered:
On the hard, plastic chair.
She begins to speak, and suddenly –
Her voice is filled with despair.
You listen, and do not utter a word,
As she tells you with a sigh:
This little girl at the age of five
In weeks is doomed to die.
She looks at you, and frowns
As she sees tears fill your eyes.
She continues to speak,
And it's on you she now relies.
Sh
How quick the fate of death condemns.
How young the victims are.
Everything I ever loved,
Left nothing but a scar.
I'd figured all there was to learn,
A book would then supply.
And yet unanswered questions stand;
Why must the noble die?
In time, my wounds grew numb to pain,
I simply didn't feel.
But then, I mused, perhaps in time,
I'll find I'll never heal.
Distractions are my only world,
Emotions I may lack.
But violence is my only life,
Wherein I may fight back.
How then, you ask, could I suppose,
That hope for me exists?
How could there be a prospect left,
That all this time I'd missed?
The answer is a simple one,
And
Lo! It is but that dark green monster that lurks within you -
Wishing to escape and to pursue
Those around us.
Forever will it travel, causing you to want that of what others own;
Be it riches or intelligence – the reason why unknown.
Unknown? You know not what I mean?
But it is of a simple answer, dear:
At one point your longing for that certain something someone else has will be severe,
But once you get it, or even if you don't, that feeling will soon disappear.
Your want will diminish;
But the monster's mission unfinished
And soon it will find you another thing to want.
There is never complete satisfaction within an object –
B
Dear God,
I know you can hear me. I know you can see me. But I can't hear you, nor see you. I can hear words in my head, responding to my calls, but I don't know if it's actually you or my words alone. But, I fear it is the latter, because people have always said God speaks to you in your heart.
If it isn't you, I am still waiting. I'm focusing, and waiting. There's an oddly warm sensation that I felt moments ago. Was that you?
I am scared, Lord. But of what, I do not know. Maybe of the change my life will take if I myself change my own ways to serve you better. Maybe that I will hear you, and turn away.
Again, I do not know.
As I write
I've never seen his face. Not once. I've never seen the color of his eyes, the shape of his lips, the structure of his jaw, or any part of him, really. I've only heard his voice; seen the text that he uses in his e-mails...but nothing else. It was convenient that we lived in the same city. We've just never agreed to see each other outside our computers. We'll talk on the phone when the computer's out of reach, but that was about it outside of cyber space.
We met in a chat room on this Harry Potter site. I was logged in as "Lorelei Lupin", and he as "Professor R.J Lupin". We had a laugh when we saw the similarities of our usernames. I explain
I'm too lazy to clean up my gallery so I'm creating a new account altogether. I will be reposting some old pieces.
If you would like to continue watching me, my new account is !kcendrillon (https://www.deviantart.com/kcendrillon). The avatar is only temporary while I set up my account. xD
Thanks so much for your support guys!
So! It's just come to the end of my second evening in Hawaii! I just got back from a luau (for free, by the way), which was awesome. I always look forward to the unique shaking of the hips and the fire dances. <3
I have been mistaken as a local or a Californian (o_O) several times already, but that comes with my culture. I guess...Filipino looks like everything remotely Polynesian/Asian. The Californian guess is one of those "Oh, a majority of tourists are from California.." thing. =P
I have taken some gorgeous landscape shots that I plan to post on here when I get back home. Some are great the way they are, and somehow automatically blu