My very Own Sing Song by animegurl71392, literature
Literature
My very Own Sing Song
Sing, sing, a singing song. Sing one that might be wrong. Play, play, a playing tune. Play a song that fits your mood. String, brass, paper, stage, wood, or flesh, none of which is best. Pick out your heart out from amongst the rest. And play, sing, act, draw, your very own sing song.
~~~~~~
My mind slips momentarily
Back into the darkness of itself.
Not even the sweetest music can wake me from this.
Not even the most beautiful piece or art in the world.
Not even the most tender touch.
I just shut my eyes,
Cover my ears,
Cut myself off from all senses.
And sing.
The tone is probably bad,
The pitch is probably wrong,
The noi
My very Own Sing Song by animegurl71392, literature
Literature
My very Own Sing Song
Sing, sing, a singing song. Sing one that might be wrong. Play, play, a playing tune. Play a song that fits your mood. String, brass, paper, stage, wood, or flesh, none of which is best. Pick out your heart out from amongst the rest. And play, sing, act, draw, your very own sing song.
~~~~~~
My mind slips momentarily
Back into the darkness of itself.
Not even the sweetest music can wake me from this.
Not even the most beautiful piece or art in the world.
Not even the most tender touch.
I just shut my eyes,
Cover my ears,
Cut myself off from all senses.
And sing.
The tone is probably bad,
The pitch is probably wrong,
The noi
My greatest fear is judgment. To have someone look at me and judge me on things they do not understand gives me a need to separate myself from society. I say this all now, because as I write this I am considering not turning this paper in. Or thinking of opting to not read this aloud. Running away or avoiding the question are the two best ways I know to get away from my fears. And I am afraid to do many things, but of these things, what I am most terrified of is getting my hair cut. Of sitting in that chair of judgment and waiting for the stylist to remind me of my inescapable crime. Of that worried and confused look on the stylist's face jus
It's a Matter of Privacy by Kikuka-chan, literature
Literature
It's a Matter of Privacy
My greatest fear is judgment. To have someone look at me and judge me on things they do not understand gives me a need to separate myself from society. I say this all now, because as I write this I am considering not turning this paper in. Or thinking of opting to not read this aloud. Running away or avoiding the question are the two best ways I know to get away from my fears. And I am afraid to do many things, but of these things, what I am most terrified of is getting my hair cut. Of sitting in that chair of judgment and waiting for the stylist to remind me of my inescapable crime. Of that worried and confused look on the stylist's face jus
split ends and dead ends by GABRIELLExDELACOUR, literature
Literature
split ends and dead ends
i want
a reason for staying up too late and not finding sleep even when i reach as
far
as i can for it. and
i hate
waking up to that cheery alarm wishing
it could make me smile.
i'm tired of
glancing at the faces and thinking what if what if
and hoping one day that it will be worth it, because
right
now i see no light and no
hope and no fucking point whatsoever.
i want
tea without the hint of coffee and no
split ends and to just
FORGET because maybe things
will be easier if i do, but i don't know.
tell me: will they?
i'm tired of
being so damn tired and people thinking that writing is
less important than other things.
Current Residence: Some akward mixture of heaven and hell... Favourite genre of music: J-Pop, Rock Favourite style of art: Whatever Tsubasa-style is. Operating System: an old computer that systematically fails whenever I have something important I have to do on it. MP3 player of choice: MP4 Shell of choice: Why, the one down the street and next to publix, of course! Favourite cartoon character: Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) Personal Quote: Yesterday is history Tomorrow is a mystery But today is a gift That is why they call it the present.
I have finally decided to create a new account ^-^
I will update more on this one 'cause I'll have less deviations to sift through.
So, to you all, I say my final farewell as animegurl71392 ^-^
I'll post a link to the new account asap for those who want it.
EDIT:
Here it is~
~SquigglesOnPapers (https://www.deviantart.com/squigglesonpapers)
HAH! THE TEAM I ACTUALLY KINDA LIKE!!! :D
Soooo.... Anyways..... Worst April Fool's day until I got on here.
It all started out great, until like, an hour ago. My dad thought it'd be funny to move my car from the spot I'd parked it at without informing me. I've just started driving around on my own, and freak out about MY car more than I probably should. I was trying to beat approximately two hundred other drivers out of the same parking lot, and could not find my car. Once I'd gotten a hold of him and everything was sorted out, I got in and drove off...
Only to find that the light I thought was my headlights were the break light's fro
[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for “hurting you"
[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.
[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks
[x] You have ran into a tree/bush.
[x] You have been called a blonde
Total so Far: 6
[x] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
[] You just tried to lick your elbow.
[] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.
[] You just sang them to make sure.
[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.
[x] You have choked on your own spit.