Eyes closed,
Breathe deep,
A dreamer sleeps.
Land of light,
So bright,
Vision of life.
Many colours,
Sounds and smells,
Imagination set free.
There is pure,
There is joy,
There lies hope.
It has a face,
Speaks a name,
Feeds the fantasy.
Whispers of love,
His phantom touch,
Caresses of desire.
Time to awaken,
Banish the fiction,
Exist in reality.
Empty bedroom,
Empty heart,
Feel the loss.
Abandoned all hope,
Lost in loneliness,
A dreamer awake.
With flawless sun-kissed skin,
And sparkling sapphire eyes,
She is a stunning beauty to behold.
Her blonde hair in perfect place,
Spotless makeup and sexy clothes,
She is set for another night out.
Drinking in the bustling bars,
Dancing in the crazy clubs,
This is what she lives for.
Every head turns as she goes by,
All those attracted, hungry stares,
Another boost to her confidence,
A beacon for the male species,
Those senseless moths to a flame,
Falling at her high-heeled feet.
I watch and pity these poor fools,
So eagerly tempted and trapped,
Unable to see the game she plays.
For beneath that gorgeous facade,
Distrust an
A great book always smells inviting,
Lift the yellowed pages to your nose,
Breathe deep in words and knowledge.
Time becomes meaningless when,
Absorbed in worlds without borders,
Nothing exists but those paths ahead.
Reality as we know it stops,
Fiction becomes our only truth,
Until the paper turns blank.
Buried in novels I've been,
Since I learned letters mean words,
Bookworm I am and always shall be!
Mirror, Mirror,
Who is that girl I see,
Reflected, starring out at me?
Mirror, Mirror,
Hazel eyes and wavy hair,
A vision of nameless beauty.
Mirror, Mirror,
Why does she smile so,
Brightly, with glistening tears falling?
Mirror, Mirror,
Alone she is forever trapped,
A prisoner of flesh in glass.
Mirror, Mirror,
A crack in her frozen image,
Shattering, mask collapsing to pieces.
Mirror, Mirror,
Heartbroken in despair,
Her pain too much to bear.
Mirror, Mirror,
Anguish runs too deep,
Blood seeps, now she'll sleep in peace...
They told me to open up with confidence,
To be free, honest, and caring,
A kind hearted human being,
Surrounded by scores of friends.
They told me to wait for true love,
To hold out for that perfect partner,
A soulmate to cherish and adore,
That fairytale romance.
Time went by,
and by,
and by.
Now I am
I used to believe that once there was a beautiful Princess with long flowing hair who lived in an old castle. A Princess who wanted for nothing: fine jewellery and dresses in every colour of the rainbow. But the life of this Princess was filled with sadness. With no true friends and only her servants for company, the Princess wished to be whisked away from her sheltered and privileged existance.
Back then, when I believed in fairytales, I thought that a handsome Prince was all the Princess needed.
When I was young I assumed that every girl in the world grew up, married their prince, and lived happily ever af
Pain.
Deep, dark and endless,
Jagged edges slicing,
Dicing, shredding,
Inside, over and over.
Anguish.
Screeching, scarring and bottomless,
Rushing through gnawing,
Tearing, ripping,
Inside, again and again.
Sorrow.
Hurting, aching and abyssal,
Wounds forever cutting,
Slashing, stabbing,
Inside, breaking... breaking...
Eyes closed,
Breathe deep,
A dreamer sleeps.
Land of light,
So bright,
Vision of life.
Many colours,
Sounds and smells,
Imagination set free.
There is pure,
There is joy,
There lies hope.
It has a face,
Speaks a name,
Feeds the fantasy.
Whispers of love,
His phantom touch,
Caresses of desire.
Time to awaken,
Banish the fiction,
Exist in reality.
Empty bedroom,
Empty heart,
Feel the loss.
Abandoned all hope,
Lost in loneliness,
A dreamer awake.
With flawless sun-kissed skin,
And sparkling sapphire eyes,
She is a stunning beauty to behold.
Her blonde hair in perfect place,
Spotless makeup and sexy clothes,
She is set for another night out.
Drinking in the bustling bars,
Dancing in the crazy clubs,
This is what she lives for.
Every head turns as she goes by,
All those attracted, hungry stares,
Another boost to her confidence,
A beacon for the male species,
Those senseless moths to a flame,
Falling at her high-heeled feet.
I watch and pity these poor fools,
So eagerly tempted and trapped,
Unable to see the game she plays.
For beneath that gorgeous facade,
Distrust an
A great book always smells inviting,
Lift the yellowed pages to your nose,
Breathe deep in words and knowledge.
Time becomes meaningless when,
Absorbed in worlds without borders,
Nothing exists but those paths ahead.
Reality as we know it stops,
Fiction becomes our only truth,
Until the paper turns blank.
Buried in novels I've been,
Since I learned letters mean words,
Bookworm I am and always shall be!
Mirror, Mirror,
Who is that girl I see,
Reflected, starring out at me?
Mirror, Mirror,
Hazel eyes and wavy hair,
A vision of nameless beauty.
Mirror, Mirror,
Why does she smile so,
Brightly, with glistening tears falling?
Mirror, Mirror,
Alone she is forever trapped,
A prisoner of flesh in glass.
Mirror, Mirror,
A crack in her frozen image,
Shattering, mask collapsing to pieces.
Mirror, Mirror,
Heartbroken in despair,
Her pain too much to bear.
Mirror, Mirror,
Anguish runs too deep,
Blood seeps, now she'll sleep in peace...
They told me to open up with confidence,
To be free, honest, and caring,
A kind hearted human being,
Surrounded by scores of friends.
They told me to wait for true love,
To hold out for that perfect partner,
A soulmate to cherish and adore,
That fairytale romance.
Time went by,
and by,
and by.
Now I am
I used to believe that once there was a beautiful Princess with long flowing hair who lived in an old castle. A Princess who wanted for nothing: fine jewellery and dresses in every colour of the rainbow. But the life of this Princess was filled with sadness. With no true friends and only her servants for company, the Princess wished to be whisked away from her sheltered and privileged existance.
Back then, when I believed in fairytales, I thought that a handsome Prince was all the Princess needed.
When I was young I assumed that every girl in the world grew up, married their prince, and lived happily ever af
Pain.
Deep, dark and endless,
Jagged edges slicing,
Dicing, shredding,
Inside, over and over.
Anguish.
Screeching, scarring and bottomless,
Rushing through gnawing,
Tearing, ripping,
Inside, again and again.
Sorrow.
Hurting, aching and abyssal,
Wounds forever cutting,
Slashing, stabbing,
Inside, breaking... breaking...
Mirror, Mirror,
Who is that girl I see,
Reflected, starring out at me?
Mirror, Mirror,
Hazel eyes and wavy hair,
A vision of nameless beauty.
Mirror, Mirror,
Why does she smile so,
Brightly, with glistening tears falling?
Mirror, Mirror,
Alone she is forever trapped,
A prisoner of flesh in glass.
Mirror, Mirror,
A crack in her frozen image,
Shattering, mask collapsing to pieces.
Mirror, Mirror,
Heartbroken in despair,
Her pain too much to bear.
Mirror, Mirror,
Anguish runs too deep,
Blood seeps, now she'll sleep in peace...
I thought I was over everything but obviously not.
Watched a movie and it bought all those painful feelings back.
Cried like a baby.
I think I would still be crying if I didn't have a headache or feel dog tired.
Needed to type this though.
It's my therapy.
Writing in any shape or form soothes me.
I am hoping that I will sleep now.
Listening to depressing Snow Patrol music doesn't really do me any favors.
:(
I haven't visited DeviantArt for a very long time... I can't believe that I have been missing out on my fav website for almost a year!
Things have changed in my life.
Some for the better.
Some for the worse.
But I greet each day with a smile.
And accept the challenges life throws at me.
I'M BACK!!!
:D
2010. Another new year but this time I am making changes for the better.
Going to the gym every week is a start. Eating more healthy foods. Doing things I enjoy rather than doing things I don't like just for someone else's benefit. Embracing and enjoying life. Which will hopefully mean I am a happier person.
Next steps: finish driving lessons and tests, look for a new job/career, start writing regularly again.
The process is slow and it sometimes feels like I don't get anywhere but I know I am making progress.
I haven't done much writing except keeping my daily journal up to date. As soon as I do something with an substance then I will p