The Pain of Good-Bye by DreamlessIdentity, literature
Literature
The Pain of Good-Bye
Have you ever felt like you shot too high,
Like you could just lie down and die?
Every tear forming up so you could try,
It took you everything just to try.
You've been shot down at every turn,
It almost feels like a permanent burn.
The one you ask to stay didn't return,
When are you gonna learn?
No one actually cares about you it seems,
Your life seems like a bad dream.
When you wake up you just want to scream,
It almost seems like it's your life's theme.
Your family always used to sit and talk,
Now all they do is scream and squawk.
Your parents used to watch you like a hawk,
Now they just laugh and mock.
School just seems to
I made this actually when I was getting to sign off MSN, it really late at night, and for some reason i opened a MSN screen and just started typing it stanza by stanza. I copied it into Microsoft Word, and now a couple days later, I am posting it here. I hope it is ok, really I dont know where the insperation came from.
Anyways I can understand that it might be a little off but go ahead and tell me what you think.
Well this is something that popped into my head while I was getting ready to take a shower. I dont know if somehow I got it because I had just saw Freaky Friday on television, but either way.
I usually dont actually type the songs I sing in the shower I make up, but i thought this was decent, so here it is.
Dont let this be the last by DreamlessIdentity, literature
Literature
Dont let this be the last
You never knew me,
I never let you in to see,
What was truly bothering me.
What was grinding into my soul.
Down deep,
Killing me slowly,
You thought you knew why I cried,
But I never wanted you to say goodbye.
In ever let you past skin deep,
Never let you penetrate my soul,
Kept you to the outside,
Afraid of when you would leave.
I knew this couldn't last,
This would soon be a recollection of my past.
Tears streaming down my blushing cheeks,
Dreams falling through the weeks,
Praying today wasn't the last.
I knew this wouldn't last,
This would soon be my past,
Remembered through my diary,
Crying through me.
Hidden City, Hidden Life by DreamlessIdentity, literature
Literature
Hidden City, Hidden Life
well this i did a while back, and the topic was "The Cave". i had already been writing for an hour and a half, and i was starting to draw dead on ideas. At least this story helped me get 2nd place. It isnt one of my favorite things i have written, but what can you do?
Firestarters Academy by DreamlessIdentity, literature
Literature
Firestarters Academy
It was raining after I left school and you could hear the splash as my foot hit the puddles. I was soaked and shivering and I had to get home. I knew there wasn't any point in using my power while still in the rain so I kept going.
When I got home I threw my coat on the couch and took my bag upstairs, slung over my shoulder.
When I'd made it safely into my room and locked the door I turned on the heater. About ready to flop on the bead I stopped, noticing I was still soaked. Sighing I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes I was basically dry so in the end I body slammed my bed.
Pulling out my history homework I started working on it. I
sitting behind me,
around me,
haunting my dreams i see.
i know it isnt ment to be,
it never will,
im not strong enough,
and it's killing me inside,
that i cant even ask you.
I talk to you,
we're friends,
and that part kills me most.
All we will ever be is friends,
because i know,
and i always have,
that i am not like the other girls,
not dressing up,
im just me.
people say that that is the best thing,
and yeah i guess it is,
but it makes you look twice,
when you are scared to ask,
and it breaks you down slowly.
When i see you walking,
talking,
i wonder why i cant be strong enough to just ask.
When you talk to me,
i f
Firestarters Academy by DreamlessIdentity, literature
Literature
Firestarters Academy
It was raining after I left school and you could hear the splash as my foot hit the puddles. I was soaked and shivering and I had to get home. I knew there wasn't any point in using my power while still in the rain so I kept going.
When I got home I threw my coat on the couch and took my bag upstairs, slung over my shoulder.
When I'd made it safely into my room and locked the door I turned on the heater. About ready to flop on the bead I stopped, noticing I was still soaked. Sighing I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes I was basically dry so in the end I body slammed my bed.
Pulling out my history homework I started working on it. I
Hidden City, Hidden Life by DreamlessIdentity, literature
Literature
Hidden City, Hidden Life
well this i did a while back, and the topic was "The Cave". i had already been writing for an hour and a half, and i was starting to draw dead on ideas. At least this story helped me get 2nd place. It isnt one of my favorite things i have written, but what can you do?
Dont let this be the last by DreamlessIdentity, literature
Literature
Dont let this be the last
You never knew me,
I never let you in to see,
What was truly bothering me.
What was grinding into my soul.
Down deep,
Killing me slowly,
You thought you knew why I cried,
But I never wanted you to say goodbye.
In ever let you past skin deep,
Never let you penetrate my soul,
Kept you to the outside,
Afraid of when you would leave.
I knew this couldn't last,
This would soon be a recollection of my past.
Tears streaming down my blushing cheeks,
Dreams falling through the weeks,
Praying today wasn't the last.
I knew this wouldn't last,
This would soon be my past,
Remembered through my diary,
Crying through me.
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well i guess i never really use this thing considering i forget about my deivnat profile al ot since i cant upload my actual art so i usually only put up poetry so others cant claim it if i post it elsewhere.
but wow. school has been quite annoying this year, darned high school classes in 8th grade :P.
anyways i will try and update this more. tired right now and just poured my heart into a poem.
Yikes, woman. The last time you commented me was on my birthday. I assume you don't use this anymore. The posting of art on Myspace isn't exactly effective so I'm getting back into this again...