Just wanted to get rid of my last journal entry on my deviantart page. It was getting old. I haven't really had anything to say otherwise.
Skeleton KeyFor all the things I couldn't think to say,Skeleton Key by arashi-sempai
All the burdens you carried alone,
Tears shed in the light of day,
For the dark tone--
I wish I could have done more.
Do not apologize,
Why feel such untrue guilt?
Feelings shouldn't be eternalized,
It will only cause the body to wilt--
Really a terrible chore.
I will plead on my knees,
I will beg for your forgiveness,
Here is my skeleton key,
You are truly blameless,
For someone like you is only found in folklore.
FailureI set myself up for failure,Failure by arashi-sempai
Hoping the answer will be
Maybe even what I want to hear,
Need to hear.
When the answer comes,
I wait to weep.
I reply with a, "Good for you!"
Being polite and trying to be a friend.
Falling in LoveYour hands are numb, and you feel all the needles and pins,Falling in Love by arashi-sempai
They weigh heavily at your sides as your heart turns to lead,
That sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach is just butterflies.
It's the sensation of falling in love.
It makes even the most composed antsy,
Takes away all rationality and morals,
It leaves a person stripped to the core with only the basics.
They are the one person you would never willingly live without--
Could never fully function without--
And your body recognizes that within moments.
Your head becomes light, your chest only keeping you on the earth,
Knees begin to shake and knock against one another, too scared to support you alone,
Your feet fail you, and you wish that the one person you love will catch you as you stumble.
poetryI write because I canpoetry by DeathBecomingReal
I write because I will
I write what's on my mind
And I write that with a quille
No need for memory
Or any sign of sin
Just some words from my mind
And here's where it begins
I sit in a room of hurt and dispair
Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there
She seems so lifeless, tired and weak
With long black and red hair covering her face while she weeps
They aren't always right
They aren't always true
They aren't always about me
Not all about you
But they're about something
I'm yet to find out what
They come from my mind
Sometimes from my heart
I can write of love
I can write of pain
I can write of hate
I can write in vein
But one thing I can't do is say what I know
Because that young girl crying could ruin the show
The one in the corner with the black and red do
That one about the crying is about me not you.