flower that holds the flower by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
flower that holds the flower
To the flower whom I gave words of kindness
quietly idled as I brought forth dashing flattery
Yet the flower bore no reaction and quietly remained
as it had always been.
The flower that held the flower in her hand...
were one and the same,
silent.
Looking away, my words fell short of their ears...
Wasted upon the earth,
My honest thoughts.
For Class Junior Year by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
For Class Junior Year
AP English
Does this really mean I'm dead? I watch patiently above, the clouds silently drift away. Like a silent movie, there is something missing. A painful pang, where my heart should be, it is not there. Maybe not a silent movie, but, like watching the world from underwater, the colors flash and swirl, and the cotton swab sounds. I do not have to breathe I'm really dead. Immobile, confined, yet at peace; it's really odd this transition of life. The fable "pathway", the beginning of the new beginning. It's nothing really. Just like thinking to yourself, you lack the sense of touch, unless you think it; you lack the sense of taste, u
Moments
There is a moment, when everything is right
when every thing goes your way
When everything is bright
There is a moment where everything is wrong
When you feel terrible
Where you wonder where you belong
You never know when it'll happen
Or where you may be
but always remember to live those moments
(But try to be pure and saintly)
Originally part of the poem, but I decided to cut it. I either wanted to continue this, or I tried to make a point? But either way. I think it's a line that is not disregarded but unnecessary
The boy stood his will resolute
facing the beast
ferocious, cruel, and harsh, for both ears and eyes.
his thoughts a jumbled mess of
easily swayed thoughts and intelligence
raging, and furious
as the world continued; and the rain softly
fell in the dark, as it everything began to blacken around the boy.
There was naught but the beast.
the beast began with harsh words and even harsher tone, striking the heart and
fueling the boy's hate.
Uncontrollable, painful, growing
the beast shouted:
"you wish to fight me?
Your eyes tell me so!
They're filled with fight!"
The boy denied his hate and put up
a feeble tone, rejecting the bea
I am not certain about what I did wrong
Or why you sing a terribly lonely song
To you punishment is not enough
And it doesn't make you tough
But silence does more than anything else
It does more to ourselves
But why should I write if no one cares
No one speaks of me, no one dares.
I am alone here typing away
so many thing I am longing to say
But you have nothing left for me except hate
Very soon this will lead me to a terrible fate.
It should end right here and now.
With an eternal vow
To do better is the way to go
and the playfulness to never show
Trying my best to do these things
Forgiveness will make my heart sing
But if
Pain is all I was given and so were you
Now others can feel it too.
For many hours I have written here
Thinking of a way to express these tears.
But nothing came to me better than a poem.
Love is an eternal promise kept by those of pure
Love can turn to hate if they wish for no cure
The soul is a butterfly it start out as a larvae then waits for a cocoon
Then in weeks it flies away into the afternoon
The soul can change into any form that you can dream of
It can turn those of hearts are pure into happy doves.
I really do try to be good everyday
but no one believes in what I say.
So now I am alone and forgotten of all I had to s
Preempted Kidnap by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
Preempted Kidnap
hmmm not necessarily "attempted" more so preempted...seemed like a nice thing to write about...outisde of the usual genre, seemed funny to me...not entirely finished yet...Just wanted for a friend to read it...lol you reading this yet? xD there will be a part two...titled "the kidnapping"
A wonderful idea just popped in my head
A daring idea that you'd surely dread
An idea so great and so sickeningly twisted...
The things i require will be carefully listed:
A long slender rope, of the strongest kind...
A long sash or cloth to keep you blind...
A brand new roll of my favorite tape...
(and please you pig headed readers this is not preem
Alas, my friend, I understand your pain
from the cursed love you tried to gain
And from where you stood, your young heart was slain
They are not wrong those who deem,
That your days have been naught but a dream.
Yet Even if that pain begins to sear and burn,
Your fleeting love you must learn;
well, that that love is cruel and treacherous.
And those man-eaters, whose hearts are impervious;
have no right to deem
whether men's true affections are illusory dreams
Alone and desolate, you must feel.
Like God gave you no choice in Life's awful ordeal
Trying to grasp that moment, that feeling you had
The overwhelming emotions driving yo
I can't think of good titles by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
I can't think of good titles
Upon the dwindling sunlight
I arise along with the moonlight
To rejoice among the dwindling starlight
Before being replaced by day light
In the day I hide,
and in the night I abide,
by no rules defied
the moon, shifting the restless tide
with tears of joy i cried.
This cursed cycle that brings about day,
I hope will cease to exist someday,
bring forth the darkness I pray,
bring forth the darkness of where I play
what is this? no really.. by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
what is this? no really..
The brilliant stars blind me...
As feel my way through cautiously
Following the scent or your newly washed hair
Following you where ever i can possibly dare
My eyes are blinded, I cannot see
I can't make out, what you are to me
A dirty fly drawn by the bright light
Trudging on foward, prepared for flight
I seeking your touch, my long awaited goal
My passion burning upon the blackest coal
Hotter and hotter, i feel it burn
As i fly closer, my advanes you attempt to savagely spurn
A flash and a boom, and I cannot see
as a return, to where I ought to be
I awake at home, in my room, cold and drenched
I turn to find your figure total
flower that holds the flower by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
flower that holds the flower
To the flower whom I gave words of kindness
quietly idled as I brought forth dashing flattery
Yet the flower bore no reaction and quietly remained
as it had always been.
The flower that held the flower in her hand...
were one and the same,
silent.
Looking away, my words fell short of their ears...
Wasted upon the earth,
My honest thoughts.
For Class Junior Year by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
For Class Junior Year
AP English
Does this really mean I'm dead? I watch patiently above, the clouds silently drift away. Like a silent movie, there is something missing. A painful pang, where my heart should be, it is not there. Maybe not a silent movie, but, like watching the world from underwater, the colors flash and swirl, and the cotton swab sounds. I do not have to breathe I'm really dead. Immobile, confined, yet at peace; it's really odd this transition of life. The fable "pathway", the beginning of the new beginning. It's nothing really. Just like thinking to yourself, you lack the sense of touch, unless you think it; you lack the sense of taste, u
Moments
There is a moment, when everything is right
when every thing goes your way
When everything is bright
There is a moment where everything is wrong
When you feel terrible
Where you wonder where you belong
You never know when it'll happen
Or where you may be
but always remember to live those moments
(But try to be pure and saintly)
Originally part of the poem, but I decided to cut it. I either wanted to continue this, or I tried to make a point? But either way. I think it's a line that is not disregarded but unnecessary
The boy stood his will resolute
facing the beast
ferocious, cruel, and harsh, for both ears and eyes.
his thoughts a jumbled mess of
easily swayed thoughts and intelligence
raging, and furious
as the world continued; and the rain softly
fell in the dark, as it everything began to blacken around the boy.
There was naught but the beast.
the beast began with harsh words and even harsher tone, striking the heart and
fueling the boy's hate.
Uncontrollable, painful, growing
the beast shouted:
"you wish to fight me?
Your eyes tell me so!
They're filled with fight!"
The boy denied his hate and put up
a feeble tone, rejecting the bea
I am not certain about what I did wrong
Or why you sing a terribly lonely song
To you punishment is not enough
And it doesn't make you tough
But silence does more than anything else
It does more to ourselves
But why should I write if no one cares
No one speaks of me, no one dares.
I am alone here typing away
so many thing I am longing to say
But you have nothing left for me except hate
Very soon this will lead me to a terrible fate.
It should end right here and now.
With an eternal vow
To do better is the way to go
and the playfulness to never show
Trying my best to do these things
Forgiveness will make my heart sing
But if
Pain is all I was given and so were you
Now others can feel it too.
For many hours I have written here
Thinking of a way to express these tears.
But nothing came to me better than a poem.
Love is an eternal promise kept by those of pure
Love can turn to hate if they wish for no cure
The soul is a butterfly it start out as a larvae then waits for a cocoon
Then in weeks it flies away into the afternoon
The soul can change into any form that you can dream of
It can turn those of hearts are pure into happy doves.
I really do try to be good everyday
but no one believes in what I say.
So now I am alone and forgotten of all I had to s
Preempted Kidnap by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
Preempted Kidnap
hmmm not necessarily "attempted" more so preempted...seemed like a nice thing to write about...outisde of the usual genre, seemed funny to me...not entirely finished yet...Just wanted for a friend to read it...lol you reading this yet? xD there will be a part two...titled "the kidnapping"
A wonderful idea just popped in my head
A daring idea that you'd surely dread
An idea so great and so sickeningly twisted...
The things i require will be carefully listed:
A long slender rope, of the strongest kind...
A long sash or cloth to keep you blind...
A brand new roll of my favorite tape...
(and please you pig headed readers this is not preem
For Valentines Day by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
For Valentines Day
Love grown right can be given to be shared.
Telling each other how much they cared
to dance in the moonlight and make such a show.
To share affections of thy lover's lips
And go host a party and shake them hips!!
To celebrate when we first met
Then on a cliff watch a sunset..
moon lit night on the edge of a forest
The moon bright and shining
A man deep in thought, remembers his first love...
He thought of her shining blonde hair
and her wonderful dress...
she was his life...his soul
his reason to live
She held him dearly as a friend
never knowing his true feelings...
His flower in a world of hate...
Should he tell her of how he feels?
should he confess?
On that fateful night
he knew what he must do...
With fear and courage grasping his soul
he ran to tell her....
Only to find her embraced...
but not by his arms...
She was locked in a passionate kiss
With another man
So downheartened he left nev
Always remember me... by theinvisibleunknown, literature
Literature
Always remember me...
As I'm here with you know
The minutes lasting hours
The moments lasting days
But my love for you never quavers...
Tonight on this moonlit night
I want you to know
How much I care
how much I hope for your best
But also hoping my heart wont break
Cant you see I'm in love?
Cant you see how much I care?
But you're caught up in your chase
hoping to find the one...
Can't you see me standing here?
needing your love
your loving care...
I need you in my life
I know deep down you'd never love
a guy like me
but...maybe
you never know...
You might save me when my
heart is broken
and give me yours to share...
But for now I would
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well a crap load has happened since last year, i don't know wtf happened so, w/e to that.....well i don't know what to right, nor am i in the mood...It just snowed here where i'm from and it's pretty cool, no school...but yet, i'm suffereing as it is now been a month and a half since my parents talked to me...After being in trouble for getting such low grades..(70s an 80 and a 90) i have to work hard to restore my music classes and devices. If you've ever played an instrument and loved it, you'd know, not having your instrument is like sucking reason and any points in living. Sure you can substitute your attention elsewhere, but then it hits
Okay, recently I have been unbelieveably obsessed with shoujo mangas... I can't seem to find anymore good shoujo's since Love Hina, and some other really romantic anime or w.e. Anyways if you people know anymore good ones please answer back... Does anyone know when they will add sound as part of the deviantart arts? I mean, I have some awesome pieces but I cant post it for anyone to hear.....T_T oh well. Well I have walked up the path and I don;t feel like the loser that i once was... I don;t care if my work is cliched! its still a part of me and its my perspective of things!! Are journal entries made so that it seems like youre talking to yo
Dear Readers,
I have just lately been enlightened. I am an idiot. I dont know who the hell I was talking about love, acting like I know all about it...I will say, I never had a girlfriend. I may dream, I may hope, I may have crushes. But that doesnt give me any dang reason to make me say things that arent even true of what i know. Everything I have written is cliched. I will now be attempting to write original, super cool stuff with all my work and instruments. I am sorry, I fooled myself. Fooled myself with all my hoping for the girls i liked so far, which by the way has only been two. I wish I was loved, I really do. But my certaom proble