My life is quiet so I fill it by HeavensFallenAngel, literature
Literature
My life is quiet so I fill it
My life is quiet so I fill it with noise.
My life is empty so I fill it with words.
My life is lonely so I fill it with people.
My life is complex so I simplify it through sleep.
My life is hurtful so I heal it through imagination.
My life is ruled by fear and doubt so I cope through hope and acceptance.
Life keeps moving forward with or without me so I wake up and move forward too, even if it's only by inches.
Because My life doesn't have to be quiet even without my noise.
My life doesn't have to be empty and filled with my words.
My life doesn't have to feel lonely and be filled with whomever I can find.
My life doesn't have to be complex
Ive come across a problem
I cannot seem to solve,
its lying on my bedroom floor
lost of all resolve.
It seems to be unmoving,
I think it might be dead
and yet theres something telling me
theres so much left unsaid.
Theres nothing I can think to do,
though something must be done
yet every time I look at it
I want to turn and run.
Theres something so familiar
about whats on my floor
it stirs something inside of me,
down to my very core;
I know Ive seen it somewhere,
I know it had a name
but I seem not to remember,
it really is a shame.
small reassurance by HeavensFallenAngel, literature
Literature
small reassurance
When the suns not shining,
and the sky is crying,
I know I'll be alright
because you're here by my side.
When the night sky fills with burning lights,
and all those eyes stare down with pride,
I know we're doing fine.
There was a talk show that I was invited to be a guest on. It turned out to be quite an event. You wanna know what the topic was? It was:
World Peace.
-Excuse me?
What are your views on World Peace?
-World Peace? Ha ha ha dont make me laugh.
Whats so funny?
-Whats funny is the fact that people think it can exist.
I dont see anything funny about this.
-You dont? I do, its hilarious.
Why dont you think World Peace can be achieved?
-Because it is in our nature to pick at each other.
The tapestry which you weave
Flows from the loom to my feet
Look close to find the flaws
Woven close and tight to the heart;
As you back away
The flaws begin to fade
Now all that you can see
Is the tapestry that's me.
There's something that I want to say
Need to say
Have to say
But can't;
Or maybe I can
Just not aloud...
I'll watch as you pass me by
With that beautiful smile
Those gorgeous eyes,
And I'll say it in my mind
Pretend that you can hear.
I'll say, "I love you"
"Youre such a dear"
But than you'll probably disappear.
Though maybe, just maybe
You'll stop and say hello
You'll smile but never know;
I'll never say what I want to say
Need to say
Have to say...
Sarah couldn't help but think that she was dreaming, she found the room in which she was sitting very uncomfortable. The chair she was sitting in was actually quite comfortable and it was a well-lit room yet it still seemed kind of dark. The walls were a very dark blue and the drapes a dark red, the desk in front of her was polished oak and had a nice leather chair behind it. There was another chair about a foot to her left and the door leading, assumedly, out was about 5 feet behind to her right. As she continued to look around she heard a male voice say "Sarah, can I talk to you for a second?"
She faced the desk again expecting to see
There I am, dressed in my sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt under my hoodie. Im dragging my feet as I walk through the surrounding darkness. As I walk tears fall to the ground because Im always crying; Im crying, crying, crying and I dont know why but I just cant stop. I start to stumble and than I fall, I lay there shaking from the cold and the screams I wont let out, and I cry. Then hands reach up from the ground to pull me under, to pull me into an eternal darkness. Though Im tired and weak I start to pull myself forward, away from those reaching hands. Soon I start to crawl, then I start to stumble
Darkness, like that of sleep, not the frightening kind but the comfortable kind.
"I feel like the floor has come out from under me."
'How so?'
"I feel like I'm falling."
'Are you sure you're not standing still?'
"No."
'Then how do you know your falling?'
"I don't..."
'How will you find out?'
"I guess I'll know when I hit the ground."
'...did you tell her?'
"No"
'When are you going to tell her?'
"I don't think I should."
'Why?'
Sarah sat up with a start and looked around her room, placing the familliar objects in her mind. The calico cat sleeping at the end of her bed looked up with a questioning yet slightly perturbed look as i
These things,
My bloody wings,
Spread open wide
For all to see.
My heart is broken
My soul in shreds.
The pain inside
Is eating me alive
And before
This day is up
Some one will be dead.
The Angel of death
Is more beautiful then I,
And by the time
The sun does rise,
There will be tears
In peoples eyes.
I will be lying
In my grave,
Finally released
From all my pain.
Is this really going to happen now
Are you really going to go away
You going to leave me in the dark
With memories of yesterday
Will you come find me again
to tell me it will be alright
Can I trust you'll be my friend
after I wake up from tonight
What's going to happen to me now
Please tell me you won't disappear
tell me you'll always be right here
that you will always be near
I can't remember why I cried
and how you came to be with me
No one ever tells me why
why do they have to say goodbye
Is this really going to happen now
Are you really going to go away
You going to leave me in the dark
with memories of yesterday
Why d
The rain beat against the window pane to a fairly empty apartment. All that was inside was a desk with a computer whose screen shone with light, a bed with black covers, a bed side table with lamp and alarm clock on top and a dresser near the bolted door. The only light came from the computer screen and the multiple lit candles scatter around the room. A girl sat in front of the computer reading over the conversation she was having.
ChainedSoul: is it true?
dusk_before_dawn: is what true?
ChainedSoul: is it true that if I give up hope it won't hurt as much
dusk_before_dawn: what are you talking about
dusk_before_dawn: will what hurt less
remember the pain by HeavensFallenAngel, literature
Literature
remember the pain
Tears fall down my face,
I wish I could erase
Memories of this place,
Then I could fade away
Just like you.
Left in my mind to see
Demons of my creating
wishing I could erase
These things that I'm feeling.
Those times we shared
Do you remember them?
'Cause I remember you
And it's tearing me apart, again.
Someone find me,
Someone help,
Someone save me from myself.
I try so hard
And then I fall
I got so far
But lost it all.
I thought that I could win alone
But I was wrong
All of the things that I've been told
Come back to haunt me.
Someone Catch me as I fall
I feel that I have lost it all.
The person that was me
Has
Angels and Stars by HeavensFallenAngel, literature
Literature
Angels and Stars
"Do you ever wonder what happens to people when they die?" asked the little girl as she lay on the grass looking up at the night sky. Her friend, a young boy, sat under a tree near by "Not really, the people at the church say they go to heaven." he stared up at the same sky but with different eyes. "Does that mean we'll become angels when we die?" he shrugged "I don't know...I guess so."
The little girl sat up and stared at him, her eyes dancing "Do you think God would let me be a star?" He gave her a funny look "Wouldn't you rather be an angel?" She shook her head jumping to her feet, her white dress swirling about her, long auburn hair f
These things,
My bloody wings,
Spread open wide
For all to see.
My heart is broken
My soul in shreds.
The pain inside
Is eating me alive
And before
This day is up
Some one will be dead.
The Angel of death
Is more beautiful then I,
And by the time
The sun does rise,
There will be tears
In peoples eyes.
I will be lying
In my grave,
Finally released
From all my pain.
Darkness, like that of sleep, not the frightening kind but the comfortable kind.
"I feel like the floor has come out from under me."
'How so?'
"I feel like I'm falling."
'Are you sure you're not standing still?'
"No."
'Then how do you know your falling?'
"I don't..."
'How will you find out?'
"I guess I'll know when I hit the ground."
'...did you tell her?'
"No"
'When are you going to tell her?'
"I don't think I should."
'Why?'
Sarah sat up with a start and looked around her room, placing the familliar objects in her mind. The calico cat sleeping at the end of her bed looked up with a questioning yet slightly perturbed look as i
There I am, dressed in my sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt under my hoodie. Im dragging my feet as I walk through the surrounding darkness. As I walk tears fall to the ground because Im always crying; Im crying, crying, crying and I dont know why but I just cant stop. I start to stumble and than I fall, I lay there shaking from the cold and the screams I wont let out, and I cry. Then hands reach up from the ground to pull me under, to pull me into an eternal darkness. Though Im tired and weak I start to pull myself forward, away from those reaching hands. Soon I start to crawl, then I start to stumble
Sarah couldn't help but think that she was dreaming, she found the room in which she was sitting very uncomfortable. The chair she was sitting in was actually quite comfortable and it was a well-lit room yet it still seemed kind of dark. The walls were a very dark blue and the drapes a dark red, the desk in front of her was polished oak and had a nice leather chair behind it. There was another chair about a foot to her left and the door leading, assumedly, out was about 5 feet behind to her right. As she continued to look around she heard a male voice say "Sarah, can I talk to you for a second?"
She faced the desk again expecting to see
There's something that I want to say
Need to say
Have to say
But can't;
Or maybe I can
Just not aloud...
I'll watch as you pass me by
With that beautiful smile
Those gorgeous eyes,
And I'll say it in my mind
Pretend that you can hear.
I'll say, "I love you"
"Youre such a dear"
But than you'll probably disappear.
Though maybe, just maybe
You'll stop and say hello
You'll smile but never know;
I'll never say what I want to say
Need to say
Have to say...
The tapestry which you weave
Flows from the loom to my feet
Look close to find the flaws
Woven close and tight to the heart;
As you back away
The flaws begin to fade
Now all that you can see
Is the tapestry that's me.
Current Residence: Where ever I am Favourite genre of music: all Personal Quote: I might not know what you're saying but you don't know what I'm thinking
In case no one has noticed I haven't been writing anything for about 2 years. I don't have any inspiration and I've been working quite a bit. Also, a favorite deviant of mine has left the site! It's upseting when such good talent is wasted here and forced to move on. Any way, I've become a serial collector of pretty things here on DA instead of a writer like I'm supposed to be. I appologise, hopefully I'll write something soon.
I have a job, I've got my GED, and now I'm being forced straight in to college or I have to pay rent at home. I'm 19 now but still don't get any extra privleges just extra responsibilities. I applied for a seasonal job at yellowstone but retracted it for fear of losing the job I have now therefore letting my friend down. Now I feel like crap.
So.....how's everyone else?
1. Post the rules listed here
2. Each person tagged must put 8 random facts about themselves
3. Tags must write a journal about these 8 facts
4. At the end post list 8 people you tag
5. Finally, go to their page telling them they're tagged
(1) I'm shy and outgoing at the same time (it is possible)
(2) I'm not usualy a big flirt but I have my moments
(3) I'm picky about people
(4) I want independence and yet I'm deathly afraid of it
(5) The fear of failure keeps me from my goals most of the time
(6) I love video games but really suck at them
(7) I am responsible but like to urge others to be irresponsible
(8) Finaly, it normally ta