Wasted Time: A frivolous Chase by HollyHavock, literature
Literature
Wasted Time: A frivolous Chase
He runs to her, one too many times
She pulls him in, the other pushing away
She tries to tell him, clever little rhymes
But he'll go back to his heart, at the end of each day
She comforts him, tries to make him strong
He shelters himself, tries to heal with blood
She'll be there for him all the time, long
She'll stand out in the rain, in a puddle of mud
She'll love him, but a punching bag's all she'll ever be
He'll put on his heirs, lie to make it feel true
They way they both are, 2 different things that they see
The truest, no secret it be, she'll love you
Always, forever, and no matter the time
She'll play with a smile, save he
All the colors and the sounds
All emotions, thoughts, and senses
You left, but you're still around
Now I'm left to my own defenses.
Skin pale, cold, veins popping deep red
Muscles clenched tight, jaw grinding
That throbbing pounding in my head
Everything is so simple and yet so thrilling
Your breath and hand come up behind me
Its so chilling, you're here for my killing
I can't have you, my life just can't be.
I see you through the haze
Will seeing who you are come soon?
Both of us in a drunken daze
Your cancer ridden air
My deep loving stare
Your short, lifeless breaths
My long, drawn out steps
I'm not fragile, I'm just foolish
Are we coming to our deaths?
Can we really mourn our sins?
Hold on to excitement, no reason to regret
We are no similar comparison
So we grab each other, prepared to remember to forget
Go towards our doom
In your lonely, smokey, hate filled room
Stuffed with fine feathers
Laced with silk, red
Lined in full leathers
She's not even yet dead
Where to place it to mourn?
Where HA, where indeed, for her where, oh where, when it ends?
We must first say goodbye at the moment it is born
What now flowers? She needs real things, life, and her friends
The ending of her world
Little though it may seem
Armageddon is dawn
Armageddon on [truth?]
I'm afraid to move on
Hold fast, wait, stop, what now it?
You say it, like you know, what really though, is this it
Oh yes, the ground is dug open
For simple wood, lace, and silk, and there surrounding it all is nothing, lifelessness
But thi
The Throws of One Night by HollyHavock, literature
Literature
The Throws of One Night
Handcuffed and heaving, hearts will stop their beating
Rescue me from misery; dont let this be the end for [of?] me
Im the one you can never trust, hidden under a vale of lust
Sink your teeth deep into her velvety silken paled out skin
Grab her hips, dig nails in, thrust yourself towards her as you pull her in
Parasite, youve sucked her first controlling host out
Come along off it now and come and find a new life to kill
Try as hard as you may, theres nothing you can do, so shout
Maybe this new next life host will be easy, and fulfilling to thrill
Look for it deep inside, among the plain, sheepish swarm
She,
The Throws of One Night by HollyHavock, literature
Literature
The Throws of One Night
Handcuffed and heaving, hearts will stop their beating
Rescue me from misery; dont let this be the end for [of?] me
Im the one you can never trust, hidden under a vale of lust
Sink your teeth deep into her velvety silken paled out skin
Grab her hips, dig nails in, thrust yourself towards her as you pull her in
Parasite, youve sucked her first controlling host out
Come along off it now and come and find a new life to kill
Try as hard as you may, theres nothing you can do, so shout
Maybe this new next life host will be easy, and fulfilling to thrill
Look for it deep inside, among the plain, sheepish swarm
She,
Stuffed with fine feathers
Laced with silk, red
Lined in full leathers
She's not even yet dead
Where to place it to mourn?
Where HA, where indeed, for her where, oh where, when it ends?
We must first say goodbye at the moment it is born
What now flowers? She needs real things, life, and her friends
The ending of her world
Little though it may seem
Armageddon is dawn
Armageddon on [truth?]
I'm afraid to move on
Hold fast, wait, stop, what now it?
You say it, like you know, what really though, is this it
Oh yes, the ground is dug open
For simple wood, lace, and silk, and there surrounding it all is nothing, lifelessness
But thi
I see you through the haze
Will seeing who you are come soon?
Both of us in a drunken daze
Your cancer ridden air
My deep loving stare
Your short, lifeless breaths
My long, drawn out steps
I'm not fragile, I'm just foolish
Are we coming to our deaths?
Can we really mourn our sins?
Hold on to excitement, no reason to regret
We are no similar comparison
So we grab each other, prepared to remember to forget
Go towards our doom
In your lonely, smokey, hate filled room
All the colors and the sounds
All emotions, thoughts, and senses
You left, but you're still around
Now I'm left to my own defenses.
Skin pale, cold, veins popping deep red
Muscles clenched tight, jaw grinding
That throbbing pounding in my head
Everything is so simple and yet so thrilling
Your breath and hand come up behind me
Its so chilling, you're here for my killing
I can't have you, my life just can't be.
I would have reacted, if it were at all possible. If my arms werent locked in place due to the pain surging throughout my nerve system, I would have covered myself. If my legs werent shivering at an intensity that made them useless, like my feet were on the driest of ice, I would have stood up in an instant. If my eyes werent rolled so far back into my head that my face went numb, and my jaw hadnt dropped, and the remainder of my body had been anything more than a dead object filled with life at that moment, I would have gotten up and done something about all this.
I would have noticed and reacted when my skin went st
I'm not the artsy type, but I enjoy this website to an extent that is probably unhealthy, and I write, and attempt to be artsy, so, onward ho! :D
Current Residence: The Jungle, Fairytale land Favourite genre of music: Punk, rock, punk rock, metal...you get the gist of it. MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Batman, Invader Zim, Ren and Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain.
Favourite Movies
My Neighbor Totoro
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My Chemical Romance
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allan Poe
Favourite Games
Rockband
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xbox360
Other Interests
Music, Friends, Music, Art, Music, the computer, Music
I AM WRITING A COMIC/STORY AND I NEED A REALLY GOOD ARTIST.
I can't draw. like, at all. no, seriously, I literally should not be allowed to own paint. or paper.
So I'm looking for skilled artists that want to help me out with this.
It's about The Phantom of the Opera. So far that's all I have.
GET EXCITED FOR IT LIKE I AM.
or perish.
New Musics. And schtuffs.
Ideas:
Album Title: A Frankenstein For All Time
Track List:
Begin [To End]
Where She Lies [Life's a Dream Away]
White Purity
Momma and Man
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Music in Mind
Enchantment [Enchante]
Around the World [8 Hours]
Knit, Stitch, Twitch, You're Dead
other:
I wrote this note on facebook as well, and changed the title a bit on the last song [it WAS knit, stitch, you're dead] HOWEVER, facebook uber failed, and I clicked the wrong button, so everyone got tagged but the note went blank, so I had to re-type it, and couldn't remember how I changed it. I just remember it being really good and me liking it a lot. T
As I'm sure you've noticed, I am very new to the site, and most of my deviations are lyrics or poems or whatever. Well, I can't say I'm happy at this point in life, I am...close to content. And in this state of mind, I have the urge and desire to just...bash out music.
A friend of mine has a band that I was supposed to sing in, which I'm not sure of that still happening. Regardless, he has so kindly agreed to start work on a side project with me. I have so many ideas floating around in my head, we've decided to go ahead and make a concept album. We're two people, and so, me heading the project, I would really like any ideas, concepts, or tip
yeah, neither am I. Art in the visual sense has never been my forte. But I'm working on me writing. I decided to say, fuck katie, and did that essay the way I wanted to anyhow. Haha, I'm taking it in late tomorrow. Ten bucks says he tells me I'm brilliant. NOVA=joke. Also, I fail at life. theend.