The World is About to Blow by frogger278, literature
Literature
The World is About to Blow
I could feel the sun's heated rays bounce off my skin as I ran towards the hill. The flowers around me danced with the wind, flowing to an unheard rhythm. The grass, a pale but strong green, spliced at my feet, the dew collecting around my toes. It seemed as if the world around me was everlasting, never changing, solid.
I looked up to the top of the hill, my goal, my conquest, and saw two figures. A man with his hand clasped tight around the other's, the woman. I knew them. They looked so familiar, so recognizable, so like me. I ran faster. But the land never led to the hill. By an unseen force, the hill with the figures, displayed
Why should she care?
Why would she think?
Everything I've done
Has been in her image.
In the mirror she looks,
Her reflection she doesn't see.
Instead, I, failing her,
Out on a stormy sea.
She has no right to judge,
She has no right to anger
If she would just open her eyes and see
That she shouldn't care,
She shouldn't think,
Because staring at her in that mirror
Is the reflection of me.
She doesn't realize,
She doesn't know.
Her words penetrate me,
Her actions break me,
Her thoughts rip me,
Her beliefs destroy me.
She doesn't realize,
She doesnt't know.
I'll never be the same.
We made sure of that.
Two halves of one whole, they say
Two parts of one machine.
But the hole is never ending
And that machine is falling out of fashion.
She doesn't realize,
SHe doesn't know
The World is About to Blow by frogger278, literature
Literature
The World is About to Blow
I could feel the sun's heated rays bounce off my skin as I ran towards the hill. The flowers around me danced with the wind, flowing to an unheard rhythm. The grass, a pale but strong green, spliced at my feet, the dew collecting around my toes. It seemed as if the world around me was everlasting, never changing, solid.
I looked up to the top of the hill, my goal, my conquest, and saw two figures. A man with his hand clasped tight around the other's, the woman. I knew them. They looked so familiar, so recognizable, so like me. I ran faster. But the land never led to the hill. By an unseen force, the hill with the figures, displayed
Why should she care?
Why would she think?
Everything I've done
Has been in her image.
In the mirror she looks,
Her reflection she doesn't see.
Instead, I, failing her,
Out on a stormy sea.
She has no right to judge,
She has no right to anger
If she would just open her eyes and see
That she shouldn't care,
She shouldn't think,
Because staring at her in that mirror
Is the reflection of me.
She doesn't realize,
She doesn't know.
Her words penetrate me,
Her actions break me,
Her thoughts rip me,
Her beliefs destroy me.
She doesn't realize,
She doesnt't know.
I'll never be the same.
We made sure of that.
Two halves of one whole, they say
Two parts of one machine.
But the hole is never ending
And that machine is falling out of fashion.
She doesn't realize,
SHe doesn't know
Current Residence: hahah as if Favourite genre of music: rock or alternative Favourite style of art: cartoon MP3 player of choice: sony walkman Shell of choice: WTF Favourite cartoon character: uhh, sokka Personal Quote: I DIDNT DO IT!!
Favourite Visual Artist
see above
Favourite Movies
too many to count
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Panic at the disco, Cute Is What We Aim For, FOB, Gym Class Heros, Cobra Starship, Hit the Lights
Favourite Writers
jk rowling
Favourite Games
the FINGER game!!
Other Interests
dance, writting, music, guitar, drawing, acting like an idiot w/ friends
So, i'm basically just gonna rant for a bit, so no one actually has to read this.
I hate it when people start to assume that some guy likes you. And then they tell you over and over and over again their sound-proof logic until you start to believe it. And how no matter what that tiny bubble of common sense in the back of your head says, you still go ahead and believe that something exists.
So then comes the stupidity. The embarrassing actions you take just to get his attention. And then once you get away from him, you realize how utterly stupid that was and remember that you don't actually have feelings for him.
Maybe i dont like him.
I sit there, not knowing where to go
I want to talk,
I want to hear
But no one will stay.
She searches their faces
Trying to find emotion
But there is none to find.
Finally, a face shines in the group
White surrounds her face,
Blue outlines her eyes
A smile graces my face
I know her
She is my fake sister
I run to her, I need to talk
I need to hear
I need to be
I need her
But she escapes me.
Whenever I try to find her
She is always in the distance.
Whenever I try to connect with her
She hides inside her box.
I don’t know how to fix this,
I don’t know how it started
But I know I need to fix this,
Before ever