I'm innocent
but not delicate,
I'm ignorant
but not foolish,
I'm small
but not weak,
I'm quite
but not unopinionated,
I'm shy
but not overlooked,
I'm pretty
but not perfect.
An ache within begins to spread through my chest.
A lonelyness to which I know no orgine.
Stemming from a void. A void I alone created.
Secluding myself from others in an attempt to focus.
Focus on work to which needs tending.
Yet I embrace my meloncholy.
Trying to form it into something else.
When everything you see is melded with disaster
When everythign you do is assembled with ambition
When everything you feel is forged with hurt
When everything you experience is tainted with pain
The stunning scenes blurred by a dence fog
The formidable actions blurred by tragidy
The passions blurred by anxieties
The wisdom blurred by stubborness
If you look a little further you'll see the beauty
If you wait a little longer you'll understand the beauty
If you dig a little deeper you'll feel the beauty
If you embrace a little more you'll experience the beauty
There is a pure elegance
There are true heroics
There is such thing as l
Dreams are the key to our deepest thoughts, desires.
They open up our unconscience feelings and wants.
You can't hide anything within a dream.
Your true fears revealed, and your true longings unfold.
Dreams are the key to our most creative mind.
They open up the extent of our imagination to it's fullest.
You can creat from your subconscience.
Your mind runs free and creats the world you live.
Dreams are the key to our own questions.
They answer our curiosities.
You see and creat your own posibilities.
Your cracings for a thought satisfied.
Dreams are the key to ourselves.
They could show anyone our true colours and depths.
You c
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Yellow, when you smile bright,
it makes everything alright.
Blue, your eyes staring into mine,
so fierce it makes me weak.
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Indigo, the confusion I feel when you act like a balance,
the smallest things can tip the scale.
Orange, so undefined,
you don't give anything away.
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Red, with a passion so strong
Violet, so sure, how could anything go wrong?
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Green, you're all I need.
If people were colours,
You'd be black.
Have you ever felt so unlovable... so untouchable? So Alone. That you felt the need to run away, to scream, to see other people suffer. To see someone happy practically kills you, like a hand reaching inside your chest and taking your heart. I wish I could watch a beautifyl rose grow right beside me, just so I could take it and remove it from it's sturdy place of growth, rip it out by the roots as if you could make it more painful. Then I would place it gently in the palm of my hand, giving it false comfort, false love and I would slowly tighten my fingers grasp as the pedals scrream out their pain, the way I want to scream out my pain and li
How many more sleepless nights?
How many more replays of the same fight?
I know I've made a mistake.
I know I've pushed you away.
How many times will I tell myself I'm okay?
How many times will I sit and let this go?
I know I can't get you out of my mind.
I know I have to give it a try.
How many times can I dream of a reunion?
How many times can I ignore my feelings?
I know it's time to do this.
I know it's time to face you.
How will this turn out?
Could you and I be us?
Life is a one time thing. by Rosenelle, literature
Literature
Life is a one time thing.
Make life worth living
Make life worth trying
Before it is gone
Make it all that it can be
Cause life can be cruel
It can shoot you down
But don't you let it take the best of it
Because it is worth living
Life is worth fighting for
Make life a journey and an adventure
Not a struggle.
I'm innocent
but not delicate,
I'm ignorant
but not foolish,
I'm small
but not weak,
I'm quite
but not unopinionated,
I'm shy
but not overlooked,
I'm pretty
but not perfect.
An ache within begins to spread through my chest.
A lonelyness to which I know no orgine.
Stemming from a void. A void I alone created.
Secluding myself from others in an attempt to focus.
Focus on work to which needs tending.
Yet I embrace my meloncholy.
Trying to form it into something else.
When everything you see is melded with disaster
When everythign you do is assembled with ambition
When everything you feel is forged with hurt
When everything you experience is tainted with pain
The stunning scenes blurred by a dence fog
The formidable actions blurred by tragidy
The passions blurred by anxieties
The wisdom blurred by stubborness
If you look a little further you'll see the beauty
If you wait a little longer you'll understand the beauty
If you dig a little deeper you'll feel the beauty
If you embrace a little more you'll experience the beauty
There is a pure elegance
There are true heroics
There is such thing as l
Dreams are the key to our deepest thoughts, desires.
They open up our unconscience feelings and wants.
You can't hide anything within a dream.
Your true fears revealed, and your true longings unfold.
Dreams are the key to our most creative mind.
They open up the extent of our imagination to it's fullest.
You can creat from your subconscience.
Your mind runs free and creats the world you live.
Dreams are the key to our own questions.
They answer our curiosities.
You see and creat your own posibilities.
Your cracings for a thought satisfied.
Dreams are the key to ourselves.
They could show anyone our true colours and depths.
You c
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Yellow, when you smile bright,
it makes everything alright.
Blue, your eyes staring into mine,
so fierce it makes me weak.
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Indigo, the confusion I feel when you act like a balance,
the smallest things can tip the scale.
Orange, so undefined,
you don't give anything away.
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Red, with a passion so strong
Violet, so sure, how could anything go wrong?
If people were colours,
You'd be a rainbow.
Green, you're all I need.
If people were colours,
You'd be black.
Have you ever felt so unlovable... so untouchable? So Alone. That you felt the need to run away, to scream, to see other people suffer. To see someone happy practically kills you, like a hand reaching inside your chest and taking your heart. I wish I could watch a beautifyl rose grow right beside me, just so I could take it and remove it from it's sturdy place of growth, rip it out by the roots as if you could make it more painful. Then I would place it gently in the palm of my hand, giving it false comfort, false love and I would slowly tighten my fingers grasp as the pedals scrream out their pain, the way I want to scream out my pain and li
How many more sleepless nights?
How many more replays of the same fight?
I know I've made a mistake.
I know I've pushed you away.
How many times will I tell myself I'm okay?
How many times will I sit and let this go?
I know I can't get you out of my mind.
I know I have to give it a try.
How many times can I dream of a reunion?
How many times can I ignore my feelings?
I know it's time to do this.
I know it's time to face you.
How will this turn out?
Could you and I be us?
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1. For each of the 10 first people answering this journal, I will put their avatar and the four deviations I like most or the four most popular deviations from their gallery on the list.
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1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"of a coffin and the date, May 22, 2009. He looked at it and"
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you reach?
A dry erase marker
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Big Bang Theory
4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
4:30?
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
4:46
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The song Disarray by Lifehouse
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
like 30 mins ago. Lawn clean up!
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Other deviations
If you comment on this journal, I'll reply back saying:
1. Something I learned about you looking at your DA page for 13 seconds.
2. What color do you remind me of.
3. My first memory of you.
4. Something I've always wondered about you.
5. What I like the most of you.
6. I'll give you a weird name.
7. I'll tell you what it is on my shirt right now
8. Tell you a Pokémon you remind me of.
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