Um, that's about it for now.
OH! and have about 846 deviations to look through... so yeah... it'll be awhile until I comment on some of your works. (yes, Dylan, I will be reading "Children" very soon and commenting!!))


Everybody's FoolThere was a picture of my family sitting on the mantel. It has since been removed, but it represented a happier time in my life, in all of our lives. It was taken a few years ago, on our trip to the beach. My sister was there, in her new purple bathing suit. Dad had his arm around Mom. We were all smiling. And it was all fake.Everybody's Fool
Whenever I think about those times, I just want to rip it in half, since it no longer represents true life. I have already ripped up all the other pictures I have of my mother. Growing up, I remember her as perfect and thats exactly how she wanted everyone to think of her.
I


YearningI cannot take my eyes off her. Shes right in front of me, yet so far away. No matter how hard I try, I just cant get her out of my mind. I want so badly to touch her, but I know, somewhere deep inside, that shes nothing more than a memory now. Ive tried so hard to let her go, but she continues to remain with me. Then, tell me, why do I feel so alone?Yearning
The image in front of me mirrors the picture of her in my mind. Her naturally clear skin, her bright inquisitive eyes and her radiant smile are all there. Her hair rests just past her shoulders. She just looks so comfortable in her own skin. I remember h


The False ButterflyWings of brilliant color floated into my life, drew me to their beauty and promised a friendship long lost.The False Butterfly
"Forever follow the butterfly for she ever watches over you. Follow my symbol, my form on this earth and she'll lead you to happiness."
I befriended this butterfly soon after, devoting my time and my laughter, listening to her tales of adventure and heartbreak. I even went to her when I needed to cry.
But the angels who watch over me were not so easily fooled as I. "Beware," they said "She is not what she seems." "Do not trust


Ode to LaryngitisIt really sucks not being able to use your voice, but alas it seems I do not have a choice. People look at me like I were a strangled goose, running around the bakery, on the loose. I squak, I croak, I bark all day and still no one can hear a word I say. Everytime I open my mouth, I feel like a goon. Poor little voice lost, I hope to find you soon.Ode to Laryngitis
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I'm not like them, but I can pretend
-kurt cobain
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Satan gave me a taco.
hrm... I guess you don't love me quite as much as I thought you did.
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love is not blind. It is we who are blind, alone and crying in the dark, and love who comes and finds us, lighting our way and helping us find each other.
woo hoo! ~frankienexus adopted me!
Also check out ~ changing-waters
Just dropping by to thank you for +fav -ing my piece Cold Room, Cold Bed. It's very much appreciated... now, if only some *other* people would bother checking my stuff out now and again...
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love is not blind. It is we who are blind, alone and crying in the dark, and love who comes and finds us, lighting our way and helping us find each other.
woo hoo! ~frankienexus adopted me!
Also check out ~ changing-waters
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"Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep..." - Scott Adams
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