[Make Her Real]
 
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08/07/10 1:54 PM

[Shower]
I can hear you singing
But I can't feel your song
You tell me everything's alright
But it's seeming like you're wrong
I've got these scars on my fingers
That remind me of what I did
I've got this hate in my eyes
That reminds me of the love you hid

If I'm your princess
Why do you put me in danger?
If I've longg forgotten
Why is there still such anger?

 

08/07/10 5:02 PM

WOW!!! Is all that i can say. Happened to come across this page and started reading some of you poem's. Just wanted to say that they are beautiful. You express so many emotion's in them. Wish that i was that good at putting my emotion's into word's. You have a gift.

 

08/14/10 8:14 AM

^Thank you so much! =]

[Study]
"It keeps me sane"
You say it like you mean it,
and it's a lie,
over and over.
Never anything different.

 

08/14/10 8:16 AM

[Adult]
Such white walls
Such green grass
Such pretty flowers
Such warm afternoons
Such a dark house
Where lights are unwelcome
Because of bad memories
Flashbacks
That awaken the little girl inside
That should have grown up by now
Still frightened
And so full of angst
So frustrated
It should have been figured out by now
She should know what this means
No matter the motives
She ought to be able
To read the faces and know
Before it's spoken.

 

08/18/10 11:47 AM

[Given]
You said, "Let's prove them wrong!"
It sounded good to me
But it's hard when they're right
But it's hard when there's nothing to fight for
But it's hard when you're not even mine
I should know by now
That nobody would choose me.

 

08/18/10 9:49 PM

Oh my word, you are veryy veryy talented. You work touches me deeply. I have also been through some pretty trying times at a young age and the best peices of advice i can give you is to just be you. Be true to yourself and be happy with yourself. You're very talented and i'm looking forward to reading more of your work.

 

08/22/10 1:51 PM

^Thank you. That means a lot. =]

[Even]
I have been told that innocence
Can be regained
But you have to
Cut it off
Whatever harmed you
Betrayed you

What does one do
When it is not one that harmed
Oneself?

What does one do
When innocence has been
Stolen?

What is one to do
With you?

 

08/26/10 8:01 PM

[Awkward Letter]
The ringing in my ears
Is even louder than your screams
But only just what's left behind
Of all the things that could have happened

Ohh what could've been
Should I care?
Do I?
Really?

Would we really have ended up
Walking through a church
Through life
Together

But what's the point
Really?

 

08/28/10 6:20 PM

[to Strangle]
If only I could escape this flesh
If only I could see through the eyes of silly mortal man
If only my hand would stop twitching so I might touch you as delicately as I ought

But you know, my princess, none of this is my fault
It's the Disease! the Disease!

You know that I love you
And I know you love me.

 

09/04/10 10:29 AM

[Grau]
I treat ev'ry word
As if it's a miracle
How's that make you feel?

 

09/15/10 7:16 PM

[Incident: Coexist]
She sat down next to him in the library, quietly.
He was typing away, loudly.
He looked at her, eyes almost apologetic.
In broken forced English, he said,
     "Apologies. Much work."
She grinned
     "I can dig it,"
her eyes replied.
          A smile crept onto his face.
He went back to his typing, quickly.
She opened her book, slowly,
          and read to the rhythm of his fingers.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 09/15/2010 07:11PM by SunshineGirl.

 

09/22/10 7:37 PM

[More or Less]
From the braid in her hair
To her dirty little feet
From the way she moves
To the way she speaks
   Everything screams
   Yeah, it screams

From the love in her heart
To the scabs on her knees
From the pain in her head
To the way she perceives
   Everything screams
   Yeah, it screams:

She's not one of us
Something more
Something less
She's not one of us
Who she is
Well
We can only guess.

 

09/25/10 4:07 PM

[I Still Try (a lyric)]
Down in my little hole
I look up and I see all the colors up above
I don't know what it means
What it could be
I think it's

Laughter and love and life and light
Laughter and love and life and light
Laughter and love and life and light
And all I do is stare
Down in my little hole all I do is stare

Down in my little hole
I hear all the others play
I don't know what it means
What it could be
I think it's

Laughter and love and life and light
Laughter and love and life and light
Laughter and love and life and light
And all I do is scream
Down in my little hole all I do is scream

I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why
But I still try

Down in my little hole all I do is stare
Down in my little hole all I do is stare
Down in my little hole all I do is scream

 

09/25/10 4:10 PM

[Song]
I shined when the clouds were black and heavy
I shined when the rain almost drowned us
I shined when the Sun turned its back on us
I shined when the darkness started closing in

And now the sky is clear
And now we can breathe freely
And now sunlight comes in
And now it is not dark


And now I burn out,

Used up,

Useless,

And now I'm worthless.

 

09/28/10 6:35 PM

[Doctor (a lyric)]
Mama doesn't think I can
And papa doesn't even know who I am
They don't know what I can become
Maybe they'll see before their days are done

But I need this
to live
Need this one
for me

They don't know what this means
Don't know how often it's been in my dreams
'Cause mama doesn't seem to hear me
And papa hasn't been anywhere near me

But I need this
to live
Need this one
for me

Mama doesn't think I can
And papa doesn't even know who I am
They don't know what I have become
Maybe they'll see before my days are done.

 

10/03/10 9:18 PM

For my Creative Writing class, we had to write a story about why Mona Lisa is smiling. Here's my version.


[Mona Lisa]
He had been wanting to paint me for several months, and I wanted him to paint me, but I had been very busy. A helpless husband, helpless children, a helpless household. That day, I finally had some free time. I went to the painter and asked if he would like to paint me. He answered with a delighted "yes". He led me to the room in which he would paint my portrait and told me to make myself comfortable. "I want to really get to know you first," he explained, "so I can portray you properly."

We started talking. He asked me a few simple questions at first. "Where are you from originally?" "What is your family like?" Before I knew it, I was telling him everything. My hopes and dreams. My every thought. And he seemed genuinely interested. I was not used to this. My husband never acts like that anymore. I hadn't seen such love in a man's eyes in years.

When there was nothing left of my story to tell, he asked if I had any questions for him. I was silent a moment, thinking. "Why?" I asked. "Why do you want to paint
me? Surely there are better subjects? Women with skin much fairer, hands much more delicate, eyes much brighter."

"No," he replied. "There are none better than you! Your skin is golden, like your heart. Your hands are worn because you've labored for you family. In your eyes, there is a fire, that cannot be extinguished. No, no, there are none better than you!"

I didn't know what to say. He spoke as if he thought me beautiful. I never thought of myself this way. I always refused to. In the beginning, my husband, very lovingly, tried to convince me of my beauty. In the beginning.

As I said, I was quite speechless. For a moment, he simply gazed at me. I blushed. I felt my ears burning. I suppose he noticed I was becoming embarassed, for he asked if I would like to get started. I nodded.

I followed him to the other side of the room, where there was a stool in front of a window. In front of the stool, he had his things set up. He asked me to take a seat. As I sat down, he went to the canvas and started choosing brushes, mixing paints.

I sat uncomfortably, rigidly, unsure of how to pose. "Relax," he said.

"I'm sorry," I responded. "I just...how do you want me to sit?"

"It's up to you. Just please, don't look like this is such torture!" he teased. I took a deep breath. "Alright," he said gently. "Start with your shoulders. Relax them a bit." I tried to loosen up. "Good. You still look so serious, though. I don't want serious. I want happy, I want love. Pretend you love me." To pretend was unnecessary. I wanted to say so, but I held my tongue. However, he looked up just in time to see my face change. He noticed the smile.

"Perfect," he whispered, and began painting.

 

10/12/10 6:24 PM

[Traum]
If this dream is shared
Why can't it come true?
The touches told everything
We wanted
We needed
To know.

The bruises bring such joy
And my whimpers of pain...
I see the look on your face

This is real
So
Why are we still dreaming?

 

10/24/10 4:45 PM

This one I wrote for my English class. It's about Blixa Bargeld [<33].

[bb.chaucer]
A man named Blixa came with us as well.
What this name meant, none of us could tell.
He was from an island, this is what he said,
Named West Berlin, where everyone was dead.
He spoke hatefully of that cursed Wall,
And prophesized often how it would fall.
His appearance was one that haunts me yet.
How emaciated he was! I cannot forget.
It looked as though he had pulled out his hair,
And we never could escape his hollow stare.
In his native German, he sang quite often,
And only then did his hard face soften.
Of what he sang exactly, I will never know,
But with his melodic shrieks, he put on quite a show.
This young man baffled me, but this I understood:
Singing in German does an angry heart good.

 

10/31/10 7:00 PM

[Hallow]
A rose called by any other name is just as sweet unless it shares it's name with you
But I'd do anything you asked me to
You know
I know
You do

And then the light burst forth
Came out of hiding
It'd been waiting
Like I know
I knew

But for you
Anything
Absolutely

 

10/31/10 7:46 PM

Simply beautiful! <3

 

11/01/10 7:09 PM

[Porcelain Doll]
Keep my mama tied up for me
Keep her in her padded cell
Keep her too tired to topple over
If she breaks, all Hell is unleashed
You can teach her better
You've taught her well

Keep my mama drunk and broken
Bent over in the shower
Drain her of consciousness, pump her full of meds
If she wakes, my Heaven is shattered
You are all I need, you are my mama and my papa
You hold all the power

And I bow down,
papa.

 

11/01/10 7:10 PM

flamenwerfer posted:
Simply beautiful! <3
^_^

 

11/01/10 9:04 PM

Hey this is extremely good. I love the seventh stanza, particularly about the stars being eyes.

 

11/02/10 8:13 PM

^Thank you. =]

[Nakonets]
Don't hope
Can't move
You know there's nothing
Nothing to do
Something won't work
You know you're useless
Useless to think
Helpless to try
You know we're dead.

 

11/04/10 1:39 PM

I have just finished reading your entire post,many of your writings...I can place myself into,others,I can see how you could place me in them. Your gift has grown and evolved over the past years. Wish I could say the same for myself.

Please,continue with your workings...

 

11/08/10 11:20 PM

SunshineGirl posted:
[Traum]
If this dream is shared
Why can't it come true?
The touches told everything
We wanted
We needed
To know.

The bruises bring such joy
And my whimpers of pain...
I see the look on your face

This is real
So
Why are we still dreaming?



I love this... I know this! I have missed you, Sunshine.
I hope that you are doing well. I am ok...still!

 

11/11/10 7:00 PM

ghostshot: Thank you. =]

N_: Aw, thanks. I am doing quite well. Glad you're alright! =]

 

11/13/10 3:15 PM

[T.W.L.O.H.A.]
You can't be fixed
Dearest, you're not broken
I pray for you everyday
Pray you be awoken
The word "LOVE" is written
For you on my arm
So that you might know
You deserve no more harm

Put down the blade
And look in the mirror
Just cry your tears
So you might see clearer
There are problems
There's more than one solution
Dearest, you're not flawed
You've already achieved perfection

<3

 

11/14/10 12:03 PM

[The River]
Silence burned these bridges
Though I built them of stone.
There was nothing left to say.

Now here we stand.

I see you
On the other side.
The river flows fast between us.
Ashes in the air
Cover up the sun.
Feel the acid rain fall down upon us.
Feel this silence
Burn our skin.

The clouds descend.
The river rises.
We are caught
and separated.

Silence burned these bridges;
It will
Crush our lungs;
It will
Break our bones;
It will
Get inside our heads,

Stop our thoughts,

Tie our tongues.


Silence
Will make us
Silent.

Silently
We will burn,
As our bridges before us.
We will collapse
Into the river.
And nobody will know.

 

11/14/10 12:35 PM

The River....I think I lived this one...maybe more then once,nice works.

 
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