Milla's Story Chap. 1. by GothicRose416, literature
Literature
Milla's Story Chap. 1.
Dear Diary,
You know what's funny...? Life SUCKS, and you have no idea it does until you experience it first-hand. Hi, my name is Milla. Yes, it is pronounced like Mia! Say it with me Mia ok. Now that we see eye to eye, I wanted somewhere to write, because what's going on in my head, even I can't admit aloud to myself. Diary, you'll probably end up knowing me better than I know myself. I won't waste time in telling you all about my past, like those stupid yoga philosophers decide to do. What a bunch of crap they use including those fake "welcoming" smiles to try and get you to join in the "think outside the box" ideas. Let's s
The Experience of a Liar by GothicRose416, literature
Literature
The Experience of a Liar
The experience of a liar.
Can't stop the talk,
Or the walk,
The tongue That shoots fireworks
as fast as light
Cries the words so soft,
Sweet With a razor edge.
We all have that one face of true innocence,
It all depends on how you wear it,
With what outfit
To match your life,
It all depends who considers it "cool".
Wanting to halt the brainpower
That keeps you standing at the ledge,
The part that can manipulate
Usually masked with a malicious edge.
The tears are now fully embedded within my hand,
Living inside the palm as they glide smoothly down,
Into the pores of my tender skin,
Th
This is what Music Is.. by GothicRose416, literature
Literature
This is what Music Is..
Jammin'
To a beat
As the car sways from side to side down the highway
Feelin' the vibration of the ground
He pours his heart out to the song on the radio
Sunlight kisses my hair
As the wind hisses angrily
Catches in the ravines set deep on my lips
My eyes open wide to feel the strength life challenges me with
I can't help but feel the rush of euphoria
My own utopia
All it takes
Is loud
Screaming rock music
No crowd.
Just the patriarch of the family
Acting like he never does
Beating his hands on his air drum
Cuz...
While he's driving
Sitting in the front seat
His boyish grin lights up my own face
The music's final clim
A spark,
A glimmer,
A hope and a dream,
Shattered with one blade
That's splattered with your own blood
In which you have shed.
A cut
Of the skin,
A slice through the heart,
An emotion as deep as the edge of the earth.
If you look at it from one perspective,
That it might reflect your inner fear,
Look at a mirror,
You were right...
Glance the other way
First impressions
It gives the same picture
Would you really be shallow enough to give that your last thought?
Of course only the knife
Would be called the same name
The tongues from different mouths
Don't seem to change
Their piercing sounds
Their hate filled word
If only if only I had not been so stupid to take that drink. Aphrodite's glass of lust and attraction. It was not a physical thing with red drops from a heart, frozen Ready to be heated up at the stroke of a clock. This, did not come in the shape of a goblet, it was not to be drunken, for it would choke you pleasantly. Dying with a world of pink before your eyes. A need to break the thin, fragile wall of the outer layer that encloses the expression.
This expression comes in the form of a water droplet. The hydrogen bond that overlaps the liberal thinks and pursues your mind into a harsh reality of logic and tragedy. This word
"You hurt me."
"Well." He said.
It wasn't the response I was looking for. Not in the slightest.
"You and I both know that that is not an appropriate response to what I said. You're going around the fact that's right in front of your very own face." I crossed my arms and looked as stubborn as possible.
David looked towards the ground. Some manly guy. He was really turning out to be someone I didn't know as the guy I fell for.
"Good GOD David!! Can you not even look me in the eye at this point? It's not my fault you made the choice you did!" I couldn't even let the words pass across my lips. It already made me feel like air was being sucke
Milla's Story Chap. 1. by GothicRose416, literature
Literature
Milla's Story Chap. 1.
Dear Diary,
You know what's funny...? Life SUCKS, and you have no idea it does until you experience it first-hand. Hi, my name is Milla. Yes, it is pronounced like Mia! Say it with me Mia ok. Now that we see eye to eye, I wanted somewhere to write, because what's going on in my head, even I can't admit aloud to myself. Diary, you'll probably end up knowing me better than I know myself. I won't waste time in telling you all about my past, like those stupid yoga philosophers decide to do. What a bunch of crap they use including those fake "welcoming" smiles to try and get you to join in the "think outside the box" ideas. Let's s
The Experience of a Liar by GothicRose416, literature
Literature
The Experience of a Liar
The experience of a liar.
Can't stop the talk,
Or the walk,
The tongue That shoots fireworks
as fast as light
Cries the words so soft,
Sweet With a razor edge.
We all have that one face of true innocence,
It all depends on how you wear it,
With what outfit
To match your life,
It all depends who considers it "cool".
Wanting to halt the brainpower
That keeps you standing at the ledge,
The part that can manipulate
Usually masked with a malicious edge.
The tears are now fully embedded within my hand,
Living inside the palm as they glide smoothly down,
Into the pores of my tender skin,
Th
This is what Music Is.. by GothicRose416, literature
Literature
This is what Music Is..
Jammin'
To a beat
As the car sways from side to side down the highway
Feelin' the vibration of the ground
He pours his heart out to the song on the radio
Sunlight kisses my hair
As the wind hisses angrily
Catches in the ravines set deep on my lips
My eyes open wide to feel the strength life challenges me with
I can't help but feel the rush of euphoria
My own utopia
All it takes
Is loud
Screaming rock music
No crowd.
Just the patriarch of the family
Acting like he never does
Beating his hands on his air drum
Cuz...
While he's driving
Sitting in the front seat
His boyish grin lights up my own face
The music's final clim
A spark,
A glimmer,
A hope and a dream,
Shattered with one blade
That's splattered with your own blood
In which you have shed.
A cut
Of the skin,
A slice through the heart,
An emotion as deep as the edge of the earth.
If you look at it from one perspective,
That it might reflect your inner fear,
Look at a mirror,
You were right...
Glance the other way
First impressions
It gives the same picture
Would you really be shallow enough to give that your last thought?
Of course only the knife
Would be called the same name
The tongues from different mouths
Don't seem to change
Their piercing sounds
Their hate filled word
If only if only I had not been so stupid to take that drink. Aphrodite's glass of lust and attraction. It was not a physical thing with red drops from a heart, frozen Ready to be heated up at the stroke of a clock. This, did not come in the shape of a goblet, it was not to be drunken, for it would choke you pleasantly. Dying with a world of pink before your eyes. A need to break the thin, fragile wall of the outer layer that encloses the expression.
This expression comes in the form of a water droplet. The hydrogen bond that overlaps the liberal thinks and pursues your mind into a harsh reality of logic and tragedy. This word
"You hurt me."
"Well." He said.
It wasn't the response I was looking for. Not in the slightest.
"You and I both know that that is not an appropriate response to what I said. You're going around the fact that's right in front of your very own face." I crossed my arms and looked as stubborn as possible.
David looked towards the ground. Some manly guy. He was really turning out to be someone I didn't know as the guy I fell for.
"Good GOD David!! Can you not even look me in the eye at this point? It's not my fault you made the choice you did!" I couldn't even let the words pass across my lips. It already made me feel like air was being sucke
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