Multi Sensory Composition
A warm "Chinook breeze" swipes across my bared skin as I sit atop the new playground at Chilliwack Lake Provincial Park. To me there is perfect silence, yet children yell and laugh behind me. The hum sound of boat motors in the lake also fades into the background. The faint smell of metal rubbed by skin lurks around me. A fragrance of camp-fire smoke embodies my hair and clothing.
The amethyst and crimson sunset tells me that it's almost time for dinner. My mouth waters at the thought of fresh trout cooked over the camp-fire. Smoke dances as it pours out of the fire into the darkened sky.
I snap back into rea
Helpless like this tormented child,
A fear grows inside.
Blindness prevented seeing reality.
Self provoked blindness.
If unseen it was not there.
The child sobs in a dark place,
A place so obvious, anyone could see.
The burden of the self provoked blindness
Once again torments his soul...
I promised myself I wouldn't cry,
As your words whipped me one last time.
I broke down, tears did flow,
The knife went in all too slow.
"The pain is intense" I said with a smile,
After all it was worth all the while.
My twisted expression made your emotions give in
"didn't think I'd do it, don't think you'll win."
With my last ounce of strength,
I pulled out the gun.
Of course I had planned it,
"You have nowhere to run."
"You're going to heaven, I'm going to hell."
The shot rings out just like a bell.
The last of this world darkens,
The fire draws near…
All that is left is your screams,
All that I can hear…
Days seem like months,
Hours seem like days,
Minutes seem like hours...
The time creeps by, without you
Entice my soul, drag me with you
Talk to me, like you used to
Feel my pain, it is for you
Whip my soul, I want you to
Come back to me, I never should have left you
Feed my anger, let me touch you
Pull at my strength, entwined around your finger
I am but an emotional slave, to your cold, detached mind
Cast the treacherous achievement aside, hide my reminiscence among the others
My mangled spirit craves your brutal affection
An agony I will never regret,
As I crawl back to you...
Dream Crusher (dying flame)
Why did u tell me this?
My confidence was so high.
How could u do this to me?
I wanted to fly.
I ran away with my eyes full of rage,
Only to hide the fact that on the inside was pain.
They told us we were invincible,
That anything was possible.
I finally found my calling,
And they locked the emotional door.
How could they do this?
Tell us we could be anything,
Then turn around and say the opposite?
Now I rely on the faith of my friends,
And my dying flame of what used to be a bonfire of confidence.
I know I can get through this,
Whatever doesn't kill my dreams will only make them stronger.
I know
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i don't know where i'm going, \par
i don't know when i'll stop.\par
you know i'll always love you, \par
this is for the best.\par
please don't be upset,\par
this is something i have to do.\par
so this ends my tale with you, \par
another chapter closed.\par
i dream of the day we meet again,\par
i will miss you,\par
for forever i love you.\f1\fs20\par
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So alone,
afraid to leave.
Should I cut,
and start to bleed?
You were right,
I was wrong.
So I put the knife
on my arm.
The rush of blood,
flows through my viens.
And I dont even realize,
the amount of pain.
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:journalmood:As of lately, this place just hasn't had the same effect on me. I used to proudly proclaim deviantART as my home; but now, it's seems to have gone to hell. So many new people, so many people that don't appreciate the admins. I really believe that the admins and staff around here need to be praised for their time put in. After all we wouldn't have this place which many call sanctuary, if it wasn't for them.
If anyone actually reads this, I still do write. I just don't post much up here. If you want to see what I've done in photoshop lately, check out my journal. I did all of the graphics on that page.
I'm thinking about making a