A girl sat so lonely on the rooftop, with only birds for company,
listening to their lilting song,
emanating from the trees.
She spoke so softly,
it almost couldn't be heard,
a whisper so quiet,
the breeze stilled to hear it.
'There is nothing more to this world, nothing left to see. Why is there no one left, no one left but me?'
The words floated down the street,
and out onto the bay,
where a boy sat thinking,
wondering the same.
He heard it, just barely, but he knew that it was there.
So he turned from where he sat,
rose, and began to walk,
following that one last thread of humanity
to the possibility of hope.
No longer are there black tendrils
oozing, clasping, reaching, grasping.
No fangs bared or snapping,
venomous, to keep me in my place.
No silent wings to bear him without warning,
everywhere, anywhere always on guard.
There are warm hands holding mine,
instead of raised to strike.
There are strong arms keeping me safe,
instead of trying to restrain.
There are tender eyes meeting mine,
instead of glaring at any insubordination.
And best of all,
there is hope.
A girl sat so lonely on the rooftop, with only birds for company,
listening to their lilting song,
emanating from the trees.
She spoke so softly,
it almost couldn't be heard,
a whisper so quiet,
the breeze stilled to hear it.
'There is nothing more to this world, nothing left to see. Why is there no one left, no one left but me?'
The words floated down the street,
and out onto the bay,
where a boy sat thinking,
wondering the same.
He heard it, just barely, but he knew that it was there.
So he turned from where he sat,
rose, and began to walk,
following that one last thread of humanity
to the possibility of hope.
No longer are there black tendrils
oozing, clasping, reaching, grasping.
No fangs bared or snapping,
venomous, to keep me in my place.
No silent wings to bear him without warning,
everywhere, anywhere always on guard.
There are warm hands holding mine,
instead of raised to strike.
There are strong arms keeping me safe,
instead of trying to restrain.
There are tender eyes meeting mine,
instead of glaring at any insubordination.
And best of all,
there is hope.
Female Macabre artist and free verse writer. Loving life; looking forward to every moment more.
Current Residence: DE USA Favourite genre of music: Alt to metal, reggae, salsa y merengue Favourite style of art: Macabre, realism, fantasy MP3 player of choice: iTouch Skin of choice: Dragon!
Favourite Visual Artist
Edward Gorey
Favourite Movies
SLC Punk, Boondock Saints
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Disturbed, Avenged Sevenfold, Bullet for My Valentine
I'll be moving accounts soon. It'll be pretty empty for a while, seeing as I have neither photos nor scans of my artwork. I'll upload what I have, but it may be stagnant for a while - this isn't one of those move ad upload a giant stash of art moves.
Why?
I'm not attached to this account at all. The name is fine, but it's not something I reference now at all. Most of the art on here is old and worthless. It's not worth the time it would take to weed through all of my old submissions. I'm also going to be pickier about who I watch, and what I favourite. I am currently watching a ridiculous amount of people, and have a long, long list of fav
is it one of yours, by any chance?
Titled "Fade"
Please
Please don't walk away,
Don't give up
It doesn't have to be this way
I watched you go
I watched you turn your back
On all we had
And all we shared (This is all I know)
All that we were (How can you leave that behind?)
You told me
Don't live life as a what if
What if I tried? (You tried)
What if I lied? (You lied)
What if I died? (So. Far. Gone.)
Thoughts racing through my head
Never lived with so much fear
So much dread
But that day came
When you had enough
Said it wasn't worth it
Said you'd had enough
You'd found greener pastures
Found something better
(I knew a
So. Art. Right.
I've got a lot of stuff going on, hopefully I can borrow Roy's camera and go take photos of all the work that's hanging in Alex's room. And upload them here.
I find myself pulling away. Getting to know people...unnerves me. I have my...two...friends, two very close friends, and that's all, really. And Alex. Jaime, Allie, Alex. There are a few close floaters, but none so close as them.
I feel like I'm rambling now. My apologies. It's really cold. And I'm hungry. And I'm kinda alone. My mind is scattered, but aren't we all?
Dear you, I will never give you up and I will never let you down. I will never run around and desert you because you are my friend and I love you. Thanks for being such a sweet friend to me [link]