I wish
Just for a day
That we could trade minds
That you could feel and see
What I do
And that I could do the same
Because I know you're trying
I'm trying too
But we don't fully understand
It brings us pain
We cry and scream
We fight
We know nothing of love in those moments
And then we do nothing but break
And in silence, there is no sound
Only us.
And our hearts
And the lead in my bones.
Holding you close, those big brown eyes staring up at me, more iris and pupil than anything else, softest blond hair, I know you depend on me, and I love you unconditionally. Expressive, and with such personality I'm not quite sure what to do with you, teach and care, that's all I can do. Hold you close at night; keep you safe, even when you hardly let me sleep, kisses and hugs, your eagerness when you see me, everything just melts my heart more. Sometimes, it's so easy to forget you're not human. Sometimes, you're so much more than a puppy, but Buffy, I suppose that's just the mother in me.
I thought
I needed you
But I'm learning
To cope.
I thought
I wanted you
But now I'm
Not sure.
I knew
I could move
On and survive
Without you.
I knew
It would be
One of the
Hardest things.
I wanted
To love you
With my Life.
I did.
I wanted
To free you
From your chains
But failed.
I was
Lost within you
But these days
I'm free.
I was
Desperate to be
Claimed so completely
By you.
I live
Day to Day
With your memory'
Without pain.
I live
For my own
Desperate, heavy desires.
Not yours.
You though.
You could help
Break my chains.
You did.
You thought
I would let you
Break me again.
I won't.
You knew
I
Reality
Something I never understood
Didn't want to
Rather live in dreams
Until you appeared
Dreams
Became so very simple
Reality so grand
Wishing for one moment
Just for you
Fiction
Was once my passion
Now grows dim
In this waking moment
I long for
Unattainable
A word I detest
I'm so shy
Can't explain how much
I want you
Longing
For love and acceptance
Just like you
Refuse to offer, Afraid
You would decline
Delusions
Of you and I
Flood my sleep
And I feel you
As I wake
Crazy
To ever think that
I could have
A chance at all
To love you
Hope
That maybe someday soon
You might just
Let me try anyway
If only
Moretta Rayne O'Connor was not your ordinary young woman. Everything in her life would lead you to believe the girl should be happy, beautiful, with very successful parents, a creative mind, everything one could ever hope for, it seemed. Somehow, however, Moretta was plagued. Standing before her mirror, she let her mind wander. Within her eyes, there was certainly some sort of secret knowledge, something she couldn't find within herself, no matter how hard she tried.
It was like her dreams, the phantasms that haunted her every time she closed her eyes. How she longed to recall more than fragments of the visions, but the majority of the time,
Connection
Without you I am lost
Contact with friends ends
I am alone
Metallic and reflective
Cool in my hand you sit
Waiting to be used
When you will burn hot
Obnoxious
Other people call your sound
It startles them
Causes them alarm
Constant companion
Never without you am I
I fear your death
Never shutting you off
Longing
You give me voices
They lull and sooth
Coat me in their warmth
My precious
What would I do without you?
I don't want to know
My precious phone.
Gaze up..
Stare into eyes that are so different.
You can see they know.
They are the same.
I talk for hours upon end, to a mirror. It is not made of glass, nor water, but made of flesh. This mirror does not reflect my appearance, but my soul. It is not a perfect mirror. There is more wisdom looking back at me, though I hold more than my fair share for my age. There is more experience, but still, we are the same.
For hours, I converse with this mirror, having no qualms about spilling my very soul to the soul on the other end of the line. The call started out so frivolous, and yet, the more words are spoken, the more the bond builds, and t
I wish
Just for a day
That we could trade minds
That you could feel and see
What I do
And that I could do the same
Because I know you're trying
I'm trying too
But we don't fully understand
It brings us pain
We cry and scream
We fight
We know nothing of love in those moments
And then we do nothing but break
And in silence, there is no sound
Only us.
And our hearts
And the lead in my bones.
Holding you close, those big brown eyes staring up at me, more iris and pupil than anything else, softest blond hair, I know you depend on me, and I love you unconditionally. Expressive, and with such personality I'm not quite sure what to do with you, teach and care, that's all I can do. Hold you close at night; keep you safe, even when you hardly let me sleep, kisses and hugs, your eagerness when you see me, everything just melts my heart more. Sometimes, it's so easy to forget you're not human. Sometimes, you're so much more than a puppy, but Buffy, I suppose that's just the mother in me.
I thought
I needed you
But I'm learning
To cope.
I thought
I wanted you
But now I'm
Not sure.
I knew
I could move
On and survive
Without you.
I knew
It would be
One of the
Hardest things.
I wanted
To love you
With my Life.
I did.
I wanted
To free you
From your chains
But failed.
I was
Lost within you
But these days
I'm free.
I was
Desperate to be
Claimed so completely
By you.
I live
Day to Day
With your memory'
Without pain.
I live
For my own
Desperate, heavy desires.
Not yours.
You though.
You could help
Break my chains.
You did.
You thought
I would let you
Break me again.
I won't.
You knew
I
Reality
Something I never understood
Didn't want to
Rather live in dreams
Until you appeared
Dreams
Became so very simple
Reality so grand
Wishing for one moment
Just for you
Fiction
Was once my passion
Now grows dim
In this waking moment
I long for
Unattainable
A word I detest
I'm so shy
Can't explain how much
I want you
Longing
For love and acceptance
Just like you
Refuse to offer, Afraid
You would decline
Delusions
Of you and I
Flood my sleep
And I feel you
As I wake
Crazy
To ever think that
I could have
A chance at all
To love you
Hope
That maybe someday soon
You might just
Let me try anyway
If only
Moretta Rayne O'Connor was not your ordinary young woman. Everything in her life would lead you to believe the girl should be happy, beautiful, with very successful parents, a creative mind, everything one could ever hope for, it seemed. Somehow, however, Moretta was plagued. Standing before her mirror, she let her mind wander. Within her eyes, there was certainly some sort of secret knowledge, something she couldn't find within herself, no matter how hard she tried.
It was like her dreams, the phantasms that haunted her every time she closed her eyes. How she longed to recall more than fragments of the visions, but the majority of the time,
Connection
Without you I am lost
Contact with friends ends
I am alone
Metallic and reflective
Cool in my hand you sit
Waiting to be used
When you will burn hot
Obnoxious
Other people call your sound
It startles them
Causes them alarm
Constant companion
Never without you am I
I fear your death
Never shutting you off
Longing
You give me voices
They lull and sooth
Coat me in their warmth
My precious
What would I do without you?
I don't want to know
My precious phone.
Gaze up..
Stare into eyes that are so different.
You can see they know.
They are the same.
I talk for hours upon end, to a mirror. It is not made of glass, nor water, but made of flesh. This mirror does not reflect my appearance, but my soul. It is not a perfect mirror. There is more wisdom looking back at me, though I hold more than my fair share for my age. There is more experience, but still, we are the same.
For hours, I converse with this mirror, having no qualms about spilling my very soul to the soul on the other end of the line. The call started out so frivolous, and yet, the more words are spoken, the more the bond builds, and t
I draw, I write, I have strange interests, and am a bit of a fanatic. I'm a bit insane, but aren't we all?
Current Residence: Middle of Hicktown, Texas ((No, I'm not hick, this place is Hell on earth)) Favourite genre of music: well, anything but Pop and Rap Favourite photographer: n/a Favourite style of art: ...many Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: The one I have Shell of choice: O_O Wallpaper of choice: hmm... Skin of choice: *thinks* Favourite cartoon character: ...Dib Personal Quote: "I may not bleed outwardly, but have you seen my heart and all the holes?"
Favourite Visual Artist
Jhonen Vasquez
Favourite Movies
hmm, too many
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
none, too many
Favourite Writers
many
Favourite Games
several, Final Fantasy Series is good
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
pencil, charcoals, colored pencils, oil pastels, many more
WHAT!? PROMOTING!? THIS IS MADNESS!
No. This is my blog, and I will promote what I choose.
Today, I choose to promote my friend Evan.
Evan has a band, Krimson Enigma. They're kinda in their "Garage" phase still, along with the fact that I think the only current / permanent member at this time is him. Now, that being said, he's doing a contest. The whole premise of the contest is that they were given fairly raw stems of new Linkin Park, from the upcoming Album, and told to do their own mix of it. Evan's.....let's just say it is epic win in a hand grenade thrown into your ear and exploding your mind. Now, if he wins, his version will be feat
So, I started an offsite blog in 2009. Why didn't I say anything? Because I made one post, and then stopped using it, because as you can see with my dA journal, I'm not always the best with keeping up with crap. I'm picking this blog back up again, and I've done fairly well (ooooh, because two posts is sooooo good >.>).....
Anyway, the plan is simple:
I'm actually going to use this blog.
I can't tell you exactly what you'll find there, because I'm not sure myself, but I will tell you this:
FICTION FRIDAYS
I may have a normal update post on Friday's as well, depending on the events of my non-life, but every Friday, I will be writing some
Firstly: WTF, dA? O_O WHAT IS WITH THE RANDOM CULLEN!? Anyway, the reason I am here:
taken from my myspace:
1. I am different.
I am not your average, cookie cutter girl. I am not a Barbie. I am not a tiny, twig-girl, bleached blond.
I am ME.
2. I am strange.
I am FAR from what society would call normal, but that is my charm.
3. I am more than I seem.
You will look at me, and you will judge my character based on that.
I am more than I appear to be.
I am an artist.
I am a writer.
I sing.
Look up ShaztasticDib on YouTube...but be warned, they are not the best.
I sound better in PERSON.
I care more for my friends than I do for anyt
Hi, I just noticed your message on my shoutbox, from the end of july...wow...you can tell I pay attention. Guess I gave up checking it because no one else ever wrote in it. Thanks for doing so and yeah, definitely talk to me more. I love talking to people.