Upper East Side High V by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Upper East Side High V
Somehow, I felt overwhelmed by fear. Terror. A feeling of suppressed anxiety, threatening to burst out. I looked around me but nobody was there. Just me. Me, the darkness and soft whispers floating gently through the air, barely audible yet frighteningly clear. Noises coming from every dark corner. An amalgam of diffuse sounds, reaching my ears and sending chills up and down my spine.
Someone was after me, I could feel it still, nobody was there. Where was I why was I here..?
Sweat. I could feel sweat drops running down my neck, to my collarbone. Why did I feel that a place so apparently peaceful was so incredibly chaotic?
Insipid sighs of a supposedly untarnished world
Fleeting by my jaded thoughts.
The hopeless expectation of a better life
Tearing my every dream apart.
Take it all away, my love.
Make the sunset dawn in my heart
Make it all withdraw, my love
Speak to the demons in my head
Haunt my every secret dream
Wake my every shattered hope
Fight my every fragile fear
Fix my every broken oath
Shake my world from its beliefs
Steal my every brittle breath
Break my every daunting doubt
Raise the sun for me once more
In a blue eye rests my love
Scatter it all over you
Share it with the earth above
As I fell under the world we knew
Smile. It hides everything. by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Smile. It hides everything.
Who am i? Should be the question.
Why am I here? What is my goal?
Unlike many others, ironically lucky enough to bathe in a pool of blissful ignorance, I am perfectly aware of what my goal is: making people smile laugh, cry, think, suffer, doubt, sing, hate, possess, LIVE.
And then just disappear from their lives. That is what I was born for.
Sounds sad, doesnt it Being caught in my own ephemeral existence, with no escape, no fleeting chance of hope, which, theoretically, is supposed to spray eternal.
I am mearly a pragmatic passenger through this long, bumpy journey called life. Here to observe
Upper East Side IV by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Upper East Side IV
Oi! Wheres my breakfast?
I tried to ignore Steves annoying remarks and hid my face deeper in the pillows. This morning started too early off anyway. Or so it felt.
Yo, get up, Im friggin hungry!
Kicking the side of the bed in anger, I took the pillow and placed it over my head, hoping to get rid of the high pitched tone of a hungry fourteen year old boy. And my night went so well, considering that I had a pleasantly freakish dream which included Michelle and Liz having an oil wrestle to win a free trip to Rio De Janeiro.
Gaah, just put some milk in a bowl, you fucking moron I mum
Upper East Side High III by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Upper East Side High III
Youre gaga over this chick said Liz while we were crossing the street to reach 5th Avenue. She flipped her hair and looked at me with an ironic smile. Her tight Anarchy t-shirt managed to make any man passing by, sneak a peak at her curvy forms.
I smiled and took her hand in mine, thinking to myself that even though this girls madly annoying at times, shes the best friend I ever had. Smart enough to start a political world war, beautiful enough to get everyones attention when she wanted to, clumsy enough to break an entire china shop without the help of a bull, stubborn enough to make you feel like she
Look at me now, have you had enough?
Do you love me now, when you're not so tough?
Do you want me now, when my soul's destroyed?
Do you fear me now, when i am your lord?
Look at me i said, you worm!
Let me see you dig and squirm,
Let me watch you beg and plead
Listen to me, hear me scream!
No, not me, my soul within..
You don't know me well enough
To see that inside i'm not tough
I'm a weak fuck, did you know?
But i never let it show
Look at me you bitch! you fake!
Like being tied to a chair leg?
Well i don't give a flying fuck
Cause it's me you always mock
Suffer next to me i said!
Get out of my mind and bed
I have no one
Upper East Side High V by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Upper East Side High V
Somehow, I felt overwhelmed by fear. Terror. A feeling of suppressed anxiety, threatening to burst out. I looked around me but nobody was there. Just me. Me, the darkness and soft whispers floating gently through the air, barely audible yet frighteningly clear. Noises coming from every dark corner. An amalgam of diffuse sounds, reaching my ears and sending chills up and down my spine.
Someone was after me, I could feel it still, nobody was there. Where was I why was I here..?
Sweat. I could feel sweat drops running down my neck, to my collarbone. Why did I feel that a place so apparently peaceful was so incredibly chaotic?
Insipid sighs of a supposedly untarnished world
Fleeting by my jaded thoughts.
The hopeless expectation of a better life
Tearing my every dream apart.
Take it all away, my love.
Make the sunset dawn in my heart
Make it all withdraw, my love
Speak to the demons in my head
Haunt my every secret dream
Wake my every shattered hope
Fight my every fragile fear
Fix my every broken oath
Shake my world from its beliefs
Steal my every brittle breath
Break my every daunting doubt
Raise the sun for me once more
In a blue eye rests my love
Scatter it all over you
Share it with the earth above
As I fell under the world we knew
Smile. It hides everything. by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Smile. It hides everything.
Who am i? Should be the question.
Why am I here? What is my goal?
Unlike many others, ironically lucky enough to bathe in a pool of blissful ignorance, I am perfectly aware of what my goal is: making people smile laugh, cry, think, suffer, doubt, sing, hate, possess, LIVE.
And then just disappear from their lives. That is what I was born for.
Sounds sad, doesnt it Being caught in my own ephemeral existence, with no escape, no fleeting chance of hope, which, theoretically, is supposed to spray eternal.
I am mearly a pragmatic passenger through this long, bumpy journey called life. Here to observe
Upper East Side IV by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Upper East Side IV
Oi! Wheres my breakfast?
I tried to ignore Steves annoying remarks and hid my face deeper in the pillows. This morning started too early off anyway. Or so it felt.
Yo, get up, Im friggin hungry!
Kicking the side of the bed in anger, I took the pillow and placed it over my head, hoping to get rid of the high pitched tone of a hungry fourteen year old boy. And my night went so well, considering that I had a pleasantly freakish dream which included Michelle and Liz having an oil wrestle to win a free trip to Rio De Janeiro.
Gaah, just put some milk in a bowl, you fucking moron I mum
Upper East Side High III by heartless0romantic, literature
Literature
Upper East Side High III
Youre gaga over this chick said Liz while we were crossing the street to reach 5th Avenue. She flipped her hair and looked at me with an ironic smile. Her tight Anarchy t-shirt managed to make any man passing by, sneak a peak at her curvy forms.
I smiled and took her hand in mine, thinking to myself that even though this girls madly annoying at times, shes the best friend I ever had. Smart enough to start a political world war, beautiful enough to get everyones attention when she wanted to, clumsy enough to break an entire china shop without the help of a bull, stubborn enough to make you feel like she
Look at me now, have you had enough?
Do you love me now, when you're not so tough?
Do you want me now, when my soul's destroyed?
Do you fear me now, when i am your lord?
Look at me i said, you worm!
Let me see you dig and squirm,
Let me watch you beg and plead
Listen to me, hear me scream!
No, not me, my soul within..
You don't know me well enough
To see that inside i'm not tough
I'm a weak fuck, did you know?
But i never let it show
Look at me you bitch! you fake!
Like being tied to a chair leg?
Well i don't give a flying fuck
Cause it's me you always mock
Suffer next to me i said!
Get out of my mind and bed
I have no one
A miracle, i know.
Now i have no idea if i'll upload more stuff, seems like people are slowly leaving dA, and i can't really blame them.
Anyway.
I've got this engaging new post on my blog, for those who are interested in knowing what makes a good sex session.. a good sex session. *smiles*
Top 10 Songs To Make Love To.
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...that love is the one thing you need, even though it will be the one thing which will take you down later in life.
...that you are free to do whatever the hell you want because it's YOUR life. Yours, and nobody else's. So with all the respect, if anyone steps into your life and starts bossing you around, tell them to go gently fuck themselves.
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Ey ey. I wasn't sure if you got my notes, or if Criss was reading them again, hell if I knew, but I don't have another day off until like. Saturday, then I've got one off the next tuesday. So message me, and we'll figure somethin' out. Mmkay bitch? *laughs*
Okay, I was worried, then paranoid, then worried, then not so worried. *nods and laughs* Cause I mean, like, for realz, I'm not even sure anymore. And look at my typing, you KNOW I'm not even ehre half the time anymore. *sighs and kicks a rock* So yes. Reply back, betch. *smirks*