The loose stones trembled with the howling gods, as the girl caught her step too many times to consider that she almost had fallen in as many turns. She was used to this journey. The air was fresh, even though it was too a fierce companion. But on that day, what began like any other, she saw what appeared to be a shelter. The concept of escaping the flurrying winds allured her curiosity, and so she was drawn closer. From within, she found her ground. She settled in a spot that seemed to request a guest to take comfort here. As she watched the storm blow, wild and reckless, a toil she barely noticed beforehand, it was then through the proximal
A child throws his toy against the bedroom wall,
Because he see another game and he makes the call.
And then he says I'm sorry, because he then chooses her once more,
And he tells her pull herself together whilst she's in pieces, on the floor.
And he says he won't do it again whilst she struggles for her hand.
He watches her grasping out and yet he does not understand.
This time the pieces fell much further then the last time she felt the sever.
And on her own, that time, she managed to sew herself together.
But she's in pieces, still in pieces, and she's frightened to recall.
She revered him and he destroyed her, and it was nothing to him at
Pretending he is beside me. by Cattyonines, literature
Literature
Pretending he is beside me.
The swirling haze began to clarify around her,
the room was full but she was all he could see,
he whisked her away yet he knew she didn't feel worthy
as he wanted her to see nothing less than you and me.
She woke up to vivacious eyes, eager for what the day brings,
he looked at her like he never knew the feeling, though he had times before,
Her heart beat faster knowing the freshness that was shared
he looked at her like he had finished finding what he was looking for.
Not a word had slipped from his ears whilst she spoke,
he knew what she liked, what she wanted, what she wouldn't ask,
her opinions and her words were significant to him,
it
The fading blue, the greying white, the haze between two scores.
Oblivious to your tune, I sing of ocean against my oars.
Prey tell your aria before I slip into the boundless brume to ponder
On why you may have let me drift on to the bare blue yonder.
Without an anchor, a sudden bass, a wishful sense of persistence.
Reel me back into your adagio, and seize this growing distance.
My muter is well plugged, to dull the beats of a quickened heart.
A quiet note, for a quiet thought, I have a world to outsmart.
If the high C sounds like a low puddle, deep enough to drench my eyes,
then I'll play a lullaby and the bed sheets will be my disguise.
I'll forget the dreams, I won't remember the notes. I'll wake anew.
But if I recall it, I could replay my routine when it is due.
The loose stones trembled with the howling gods, as the girl caught her step too many times to consider that she almost had fallen in as many turns. She was used to this journey. The air was fresh, even though it was too a fierce companion. But on that day, what began like any other, she saw what appeared to be a shelter. The concept of escaping the flurrying winds allured her curiosity, and so she was drawn closer. From within, she found her ground. She settled in a spot that seemed to request a guest to take comfort here. As she watched the storm blow, wild and reckless, a toil she barely noticed beforehand, it was then through the proximal
A child throws his toy against the bedroom wall,
Because he see another game and he makes the call.
And then he says I'm sorry, because he then chooses her once more,
And he tells her pull herself together whilst she's in pieces, on the floor.
And he says he won't do it again whilst she struggles for her hand.
He watches her grasping out and yet he does not understand.
This time the pieces fell much further then the last time she felt the sever.
And on her own, that time, she managed to sew herself together.
But she's in pieces, still in pieces, and she's frightened to recall.
She revered him and he destroyed her, and it was nothing to him at
Pretending he is beside me. by Cattyonines, literature
Literature
Pretending he is beside me.
The swirling haze began to clarify around her,
the room was full but she was all he could see,
he whisked her away yet he knew she didn't feel worthy
as he wanted her to see nothing less than you and me.
She woke up to vivacious eyes, eager for what the day brings,
he looked at her like he never knew the feeling, though he had times before,
Her heart beat faster knowing the freshness that was shared
he looked at her like he had finished finding what he was looking for.
Not a word had slipped from his ears whilst she spoke,
he knew what she liked, what she wanted, what she wouldn't ask,
her opinions and her words were significant to him,
it
The fading blue, the greying white, the haze between two scores.
Oblivious to your tune, I sing of ocean against my oars.
Prey tell your aria before I slip into the boundless brume to ponder
On why you may have let me drift on to the bare blue yonder.
Without an anchor, a sudden bass, a wishful sense of persistence.
Reel me back into your adagio, and seize this growing distance.
My muter is well plugged, to dull the beats of a quickened heart.
A quiet note, for a quiet thought, I have a world to outsmart.
If the high C sounds like a low puddle, deep enough to drench my eyes,
then I'll play a lullaby and the bed sheets will be my disguise.
I'll forget the dreams, I won't remember the notes. I'll wake anew.
But if I recall it, I could replay my routine when it is due.
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What is this DeviantArt? I might as well say. Any recent sign of my living existence here has only been ascertained with the ‘Away add a number of weeks w’ facility. I have been trying to catch up with this online abode for some time, but have found that the real world also requests for my attention, and too needs the term 'catch up' applied to it. I have tried to upload the occasional deviation, (and make the occasional comment,)
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Well, I'm currently on my one week holiday from college, so I hopefully I can try to get up to date with my DeviantArt homework: The watchlist deviations, the comments, you name it. It's been really hectic in college that's all so I hope you all can forgive me.
I won't really have that much time dedicated to deviant artwork :( but when I can I'll post the odd one up or maybe even some of my college work if you're nice to me.
I've added so
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Well I'm offically a student in Notre Dame. Not in France by the way, would be nice though.
I will be taking: Art & Design, Maths (Stats), Computing and Classics. I was going to take English Literature which I got a B in my GCSEs, but I got a C in English Lanugage. *sighs* You need Bs in both but oh well.
I got my hair cut short...not too short heh, not very interesting.
To-do List(stars represent how much work I've done.)
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