A girl in red was sitting at a bar,
She would never know it went this far,
Her head filled with worry and dread,
This part was not said,
He left her alone in this bar tonight,
Really he left her in such a fright,
But he came along,
And sang her song,
And Ruby took him back.
Ivory halls,
Rich creamy scents.
Ebony floor boards,
As an accent.
Movies of
Hannibal Lectar
Or freddy Crougar
Never to be found.
But always of Linus
and Charlie Brown.
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny
Line the bookshelf.
As Minnie Mouse and Mickey
Hop along
In the TV
On the wall.
Zoe, Elmo, and Big Bird
Are up next.
The only place to be
Is by myself,
In this bed,
Watching from the sidelines,
Flick after flick after flick.
The day it happened,
hard to forget,
Sounds of horror,
From a dieing friend.
Lights flashing,
Glass breaking,
Never to see her,
Ever again.
And when I found out
I am now partially paralized
From th
The light of dawn shines,
Dawn on green colored pelts,
You can here it as it whines,
The chaos of it comes.
Steady beats are summing up,
Everyone walks in time.
It is like a golden cup,
And everyone seems to rhyme.
The sun is getting higher,
It dances in the light.
It is like a bright red fire,
Then everything fades to white.
Calming gentle rythems,
See the wind settle down,
Everyone try to get one.
Suddenly everything turns to brown,
And dawn shines bright once more.
Why?
They ask as floating heads in the night uncovering.
How?
They ponder only to wonder what in the world they are shouting.
Why?
The words they shoot like bullets and a gun against your head.
How?
They ask just to cover up exactly what they said.
Why?
It crumbles to the floor as a death inside you heart.
How?
The pain it runs and stains the only healthy part.
Why?
The signs of drowning lies just to cover the truth.
How?
The calls of unhealthy walls in the unexpected shoot.
Never to see the world on her side.
Only to breathe the never ending blood.
Though tears she does not elapse.
Pain like a faerie ripping off its wings.
The eye, they cry.
Dark death flying into her soul.
As hair like veins flows in the ceaseless wind.
Black coming into her heart.
Covering up her body her mind.
The eye, they cry.
Shriveling up under the depths of water.
That would be her tears if they flowed.
Or the blood that leaked onto the floor.
As they watched her die, gone forevermore.
The eye, they cry.
As her heart paced those last witless beats.
Before her world disappeared into the falling sky.
She thought of f
The blood slivered down her throught,
Like water to cool down a mortal.
Thought running through her head,
Was it right to be like this?
Can I help being like this?
Fangs dripping with the bitter liquid.
The limp body in her arms fell to the floor.
Poor man, did he deserve this fate?
Yet he didn't believe her,
Savage nature kicked in before he could speak.
Now she dies for sadness is strong,
Never trusted in anyone or herself.
So never to fail she lays,
next to her cold love.
-1-
"Have a nice day." The store clerk mumbled to the busy mother who, oddly enough, had no kids with her today.
"Thanks." A slurred word spilled out of her mouth. She seemed half asleep, yet no one noticed, since this was her normal state. Grabbing her bags she stumbled out of the store. Running into a garbage can and then into a pedestrian. She said her sorry to the can and ran to her car in a hurry. Avoiding the whole back end of her car she hopped into the front seat. Sighing she backed out of the spot and she turned into the parking lot. Her driving jumpy and her hands shaking she got to the road. Little did the mother kno
Red to Blue -A Vow For You- by Sandandcinder, literature
Literature
Red to Blue -A Vow For You-
I trusted you
I was a fool
The light in the dark
The rush of the water
You turned me around
You bring me down
To tell you the truth
It was never really true
Red to the Blue
Blue to the Black
Oh I will be there for you
If you you were they for me
It is imposible now
To turn it around
Oh you bring me down
Bring me down
P-exclamation point-ATD Recipe by Sandandcinder, literature
Literature
P-exclamation point-ATD Recipe
Start with a dash of angst
Then mix it in with a tablespoon of sadness
Freeze them with 3 cups of energy
Then broil them in a pan of enthusiasm
Put your mixture into a bowl with creativity
Bake on 3000 degrees with a pinch of
anger, happiness, and hotness
let cool and serve your Panic! At the Disco in large quantities.
It's odd signing onto an account you haven't looked at in a year.
It makes me want to do this again, but on the other hand I have a livejournal that I write on occasionally and that's all I need.
It also reminds me of everyone I met through this website. Some of you I still feel like I know even though it's been three years since I've spoken to you.
Such is life, I guess.
Want an update on me? I'm currently in college and hating it. I plan on becoming a clinical psychologist unless I get my novel published with some relative success. In that case I'll be an author. If it is published I'll link on here for the lurkers too.
Anyway.
I have not been on dA for a very long time.
To tell you the truth I miss it, but it takes up so much time.
I have been spending a lot of my time on classes, theatre, and writing my novel and screenplay.
I MISS YOU GUYS!
I wish you all well in life. I may post a few things...but..probably not
Loves
-Catt