These pictures
Our stories
Our words
Splayed out on the page for all to see
What they perceive
How they interpret what you give them
Is their own.
Simply by showing somebody something
Be it in writing
Or in art
You give them something
To call their own
We're reading from scripts
Etched into our hearts
But each time we say them
It tears us apart
Each time, we get slower
The story is wearing us dry
We can't think
Can't feel anything anymore
But our by-the-book lies
This spell we must break
There's a new story, for us to make
We'll find it, together
Learn our lines
Say our parts
Discard our scripts
And lay apart
For better or for worse
In sickness and in health
You know I'll always love you
It says so, right here
In my heart.
What would it be
To regret you?
How would things have turned
Never to know you?
These thoughts set loose
Fly through my mind
All sorts of things come to play
What if I cut it off differently?
What if I could see what I see
Know what I know now
Back then?
It would change everything
To go back
Rewrite our story
Live it over again
How would you do it?
Would you still choose him?
Would you get rid of me sooner?
Would you both go to each other first?
Questions.
No answers.
But you know what?
I'm okay with it.
I hope you are too
Truly, honestly, live your life happily.
Clarity comes
With the onset of true deliberatio
I swear I'm trying to hold on,
But I know I'm losing the fight,
I just want it all to be gone,
I want that tonight.
I can't keep this fake smile,
Any longer upon my face,
I'll let it slip for a while,
I'll hide out in this place.
Somewhere in-between death and life,
Feel the cold spreading through,
As for the final time I drop the knife.
This time the rumours will be true.
Of how she took her sorry life,
Cut it short and disappeared,
Escaped the trouble and the strife,
She was more fucked up than we first feared.
Now she is gone far away,
Another name upon the list,
The memories of her will soon stray,
The fuck up girl will
Tale Of The Forefathers by willyoudieforme, literature
Literature
Tale Of The Forefathers
Tale Of The Forefathers
The sun rises to shine over the green lands.
The warm light revives the sleeping plants.
All that is now sleeping starts to wake up.
The birds start to sing the morning songs of joy.
The forest animals start to come out of the dents.
The air is filled with the smell of fresh grass.
All starts to come to life as spring arrives.
The forest now is full of life.
Young ones now learn how to live in this world.
Parents guide them through the unknown.
Their footsteps are at first unsure but later they become full of life.
The voice of happiness of the young ones now echoes across the lands.
A father wolf shows hi
I am breathing
I am choking
I am seeing
I am blind
I am healing
I am bleeding
I am trying
I am tried
I am loving
I am killing
I am giving
I am mined
I am living
I am dying
I am hurting
I am fine
As I sit here and watch the river,
It's surface still and flat like glass,
I suppress a haunting shiver,
Hoping this temptation soon will pass.
My desire to drag this ball and chain,
Which binds me to this mortal plane,
To the edge of the tranquil river side,
And throw it in to be claimed by the tide.
It could carry me with it far away,
This pain would end, Here, Today.
I'll slip below the surface of this tranquil river,
To the gates of Hell I'll be delivered.
I'm sorry to my friends,
I just couldn't stay,
I couldn't face to exist,
Not even one more day.
Blood pours to the ground
Staining the concrete
A maddening laugh
Rips through the silence
My heartbeat slows
As I watch my blood
Form a pool around me
You said you loved me.
You said cared.
When you said
You had a surprise
I didn't think it would be this
You know how I hate knives
Yet you stand over me
Holding one
Covered in my blood
Your eyes stare down at me
I can see insanity in them
And my death
It's getting harder to breathe
I cant do anything
But stare at you
As you smile at me
That smile that I used to love
Now makes my stomach turn
Everything's starting to go black
You lean down and kiss me
Your lips ar
We Are the generation who never learned how to speak.
We Are the offspring of the decade
20 years hence.
Post 60s love, 70s drugs, 80s hair.
We don't know where we fit. Not yet.
We were the last to grow up on Sesame Street before it was unsuitable for children.
We are. Statistics.
Lost in a world that doesn't recognize us. We let our different colored ipods define us.
We are. Plugged in. To every one else.
Caffeine-addicted alcoholic cyber-socialites.
We are. 3-am internet junkies.
Learned our 1s and 0s before our yes's and no's
We are. Complacent uncaring electorates.
We think joining a Facebook group is an act of protest
We ar