1
La Trista
toca i canta
toca i canta en el carreró humit.
La Trista,
violinista,
toca i canta en el meu cor
2
Desig:
Vull
Anar a Àfrica
per trobar la pell del meu lleó
3
sensació
opressiva ascendent
pressió maxillar extrema
pes al pneumotòrax i greu arítmia hipertrofial
ofec pronunciat , hiperventilació, caixa toràcica a punt de rompre
mal d'estómac incipient, malestar general total
mareig, intestins comprimits
gola seca, insomni
no puc més
4
La balena que em protegeix
La balena que em salva
La balena que m'ignora
en els mars
A blanket
And a cushion
On the ground
The sheets falling
From the bed
Made a mess
And my chest
With my knees
Your long shadow
On my spine
A final ending
We're sitting
But we're far
Two corpses
An empty bed
There's no light
There's no point
Sheets on the floor
You on the door
I forget to say goodbye
"What the heck is love?” I thought, facing the empty paper sheet in front of me. I kept on grumbling in a low voice while I tried to figure out what I was supposed to write. I tried to write poetry, but everything sounded false, boring and dull. Nothing was realistic or deep, I couldn’t make anything but a mixture of corny clichés and gloomy situations.
I let myself fall on the floor of my bedroom, looking at the ceiling, irritated and tired of chewing over the same thing. Artists always have marvelous ideas while thinking in weird poses, at least that’s what happens in movies. Anyhow, I was there, lying like a stupi
A blanket
And a cushion
On the ground
The sheets falling
From the bed
Made a mess
And my chest
With my knees
Your long shadow
On my spine
A final ending
We're sitting
But we're far
Two corpses
An empty bed
There's no light
There's no point
Sheets on the floor
You on the door
I forget to say goodbye
"What the heck is love?” I thought, facing the empty paper sheet in front of me. I kept on grumbling in a low voice while I tried to figure out what I was supposed to write. I tried to write poetry, but everything sounded false, boring and dull. Nothing was realistic or deep, I couldn’t make anything but a mixture of corny clichés and gloomy situations.
I let myself fall on the floor of my bedroom, looking at the ceiling, irritated and tired of chewing over the same thing. Artists always have marvelous ideas while thinking in weird poses, at least that’s what happens in movies. Anyhow, I was there, lying like a stupi
It's Complicated ch.2 by DarkRikuLover12, literature
Literature
It's Complicated ch.2
A/N Well, since FP is being an ass, you guys who are reading this story, get to have it first~! Yay!I wanted to get something out on my Birthday because I feel like I should. I hope it's okay! Slight 'things' happen in this chap, but nothing too physical. Please enjoy and comment~!
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We both got home in one piece and I let out a breath I've been holding in. Keegan went to his room and felt me to stand there. I got to tell someone about this, I can't keep this in or I'll explode!
" Hey, you guys are back? That's good. I'll be back around eight tonight." The unexpected voice made me jump out of my skin. Emily stared at me in shock. "
Blood, screaming.
Tears of joy.
A red skinned baby
Comes to this world
And only a second later,
Just for an instant,
Just for a moment
A little flash lost in the time
A certain movie
Under the newborn's eyes
Starts to play
The infinite circle
Because he's barely alive
And he's already dead
He's just arrived,
And he's about to go
The mind that's being born
And the mind that dies
For a moment, the extremes of the rope
Are just the same.
And under his eyelids
The movie of his life
Love, hate, desire, pain, pleasure, hope,
Dreams, tears, smiles, kisses, wounds
Everything he was
Everything he's gonna be
He knows it a
I've been out of Deviantart for, like, three months? I haven't looked at it for the whole summer... it seems that the heat makes me even lazier than the usual. Anyway, I'ts time to recover the old habits and return. I'll try to write again and to submit more drawings. I'm sorry for the ones who waited for the next chaper of Walter's Dream, I'm still thinking if I should continue it or not...
Anyway, now I'm working on my first cosplay. On November there's the biggest manga convention of Spain, the Saló del Manga in Barcelona. And, luckily, I'm going to be there! :D So I decided to cosplay San from Mononoke Hime, my favourite studio Ghib
Stolen from ~L33TDino (https://www.deviantart.com/l33tdino)
[ ] - Your mother had more than 2 children.
[ ] - You are a smoker.
[ ] - You drink a lot.
[x] - You like to write.
[ ] - You are religious.
[x] - You like to burn candles. (They smell good)
[x] - You prefer juice or water over soda.
[x] - You have ridden a horse.
TOTAL SO FAR = 4
[ ] - You have done drugs. (I smoke weed once, but that doesn't count, right?)
[ ]- You are currently a drug addict.
[x] - You are very artistic.
[x] - You like stuffed animals. (they are cute >
MY COUMPUTER JUST DIED!! NOOO!!! ~cryforeverplz (https://www.deviantart.com/cryforeverplz) :iconfuuuplz:
It's broken, the screen is broken T^T shit... what am I
going to do without my beautiful, little netbook? My
dear source of yaoi, hot guys and gay movies...
And now I was starting to write a new series about
a really cute guy, but I guess everything will go
slooower from now on... I'll have to borrow my
brother's computer, which is way better than my netbook
(he's a computer genius, so his computer is personalized
and all that stuff) but it's not the same v.v
I guess this has also its good side, because the internet
was really becoming an obsession lately, a
Thank you! I'm glad you like my stories Sadly Walter's Dream has been on a long, long hiatus, and I don't know when I'm gonna continue it... anyways thank you for the support! <3