My Hope for the world is vivid.
Vague, hopeless, lost.
I fear that the past is no longer present.
Everything's changing so fast,
everyone is losing pieces of themselves.
I can't just sit here and watch people,
wandering around, helpless, and penniless.
No one is willing to help, or care.
Its a sad, sad place to be...
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Ghostly dreams?
I feel like my brain can cross over to other dimensions.
Last night, I awoke more than once, to a weird sensation that I was being watched.
Of course I was half asleep, but I was awake enough to see a black figure by my bed side,
I fell back asleep. Through out the night it happened twice.
All I remember is that, 1. It wanted something, and 2. I told it to go away. 3. I was scared of it later on in the night.
This wouldn't be the first time, that I had talked to something not there.
Could they be ghost? talking to the UN-dead, seeing the future, reading palms, it runs in my family.
Maybe I'm just exaggerating. who knows.
but maybe, just maybe, I've really seen a ghost.
Last night, I awoke more than once, to a weird sensation that I was being watched.
Of course I was half asleep, but I was awake enough to see a black figure by my bed side,
I fell back asleep. Through out the night it happened twice.
All I remember is that, 1. It wanted something, and 2. I told it to go away. 3. I was scared of it later on in the night.
This wouldn't be the first time, that I had talked to something not there.
Could they be ghost? talking to the UN-dead, seeing the future, reading palms, it runs in my family.
Maybe I'm just exaggerating. who knows.
but maybe, just maybe, I've really seen a ghost.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Dark
Deep with in this darkened room,
I put up my walls.
I hide in my mind.
I hear the voices no one else can hear.
I toy with emotions, and travel in the depths of everything.
I'm not sure if I like it here or not.
But I have no choice,
I can't find the way out.
Where is the light I'm desperately searching for?
I run, and run, but I can't seem to find it.
I'm broken, and torn.
And I just want to go back to where I was.
But I guess, this is me now...
I put up my walls.
I hide in my mind.
I hear the voices no one else can hear.
I toy with emotions, and travel in the depths of everything.
I'm not sure if I like it here or not.
But I have no choice,
I can't find the way out.
Where is the light I'm desperately searching for?
I run, and run, but I can't seem to find it.
I'm broken, and torn.
And I just want to go back to where I was.
But I guess, this is me now...
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
The start
I started walking, where I went... I didn't really care. I passed boring house, after boring house. Endless skinny jogger, and poofy dog. I was going to explode soon, but I decided to put my ear buds in and listen to the latest muse song. "This ship is taking me far away, far away from my memories." (Muse, Starlight) I wish I could go far away from here, but that'll never happen.
One thing you should understand about Olive, is that she is not a very happy teenager. Her mother is a Susie home maker, her name is Laura, and her father is a business man. He could really care less about Olive on a day to day basis, and her mother tries way to hard to be there for her daughter. She is an only child and has no real friends, with this in mind you might slowly start to understand the demons in Olives head.
I kept walking in the same direction for about 20 minutes, mostly staring at the ground. I got a weird urge to look up, and when I did, a huge chill went down my spine. There was a house, not quite like the rest in the neighborhood. This house was two stories, it was pretty big, It was old and decaying, the windows and door were boarded up, and some of the existing windows were broken. The front yard hadn't been mowed, or weeded in months. It also had a few Rose bushes, there weren't nice and kept, but they still produced roses. They were red, but they had been ate by little bugs, and some were dying. They had as much spirit as the house did.
Olive didn't really understand what made her stand there and look at the house. But the urge was surreal, and she didn't know what to do. Her eyes were set on the house, and her brain was wagering back and forth, on whether or not she should go inside the house.
Just then an older man came out of his house, shouting at her. "You damn teenagers, why can't you just stay away from this house!" He kept screaming, and Olive decided to get out of there as fast as possible.
She started running, back to the direction she came from. In her rush, she also tried to remember her surroundings, so that she could find this location again. She was very interested in this house and wanted to find away in. Without an old grouchy man, or the police being involved.
Olive was home in about 10 minutes, she ran most of the way.
Her mother was home, as usual, she was cleaning the kitchen. Olive turned her Ipod on full blast, Pierce The Veil was blaring from her head phones. Her mother looked up from the mop bucket, and smiled, she started talking to olive. But olive avoided all eye contact, and went to the fridge, she grabbed a Monster drink, the nutella, and some chips. She went straight to her room, and locked the door.
One thing you should understand about Olive, is that she is not a very happy teenager. Her mother is a Susie home maker, her name is Laura, and her father is a business man. He could really care less about Olive on a day to day basis, and her mother tries way to hard to be there for her daughter. She is an only child and has no real friends, with this in mind you might slowly start to understand the demons in Olives head.
I kept walking in the same direction for about 20 minutes, mostly staring at the ground. I got a weird urge to look up, and when I did, a huge chill went down my spine. There was a house, not quite like the rest in the neighborhood. This house was two stories, it was pretty big, It was old and decaying, the windows and door were boarded up, and some of the existing windows were broken. The front yard hadn't been mowed, or weeded in months. It also had a few Rose bushes, there weren't nice and kept, but they still produced roses. They were red, but they had been ate by little bugs, and some were dying. They had as much spirit as the house did.
Olive didn't really understand what made her stand there and look at the house. But the urge was surreal, and she didn't know what to do. Her eyes were set on the house, and her brain was wagering back and forth, on whether or not she should go inside the house.
Just then an older man came out of his house, shouting at her. "You damn teenagers, why can't you just stay away from this house!" He kept screaming, and Olive decided to get out of there as fast as possible.
She started running, back to the direction she came from. In her rush, she also tried to remember her surroundings, so that she could find this location again. She was very interested in this house and wanted to find away in. Without an old grouchy man, or the police being involved.
Olive was home in about 10 minutes, she ran most of the way.
Her mother was home, as usual, she was cleaning the kitchen. Olive turned her Ipod on full blast, Pierce The Veil was blaring from her head phones. Her mother looked up from the mop bucket, and smiled, she started talking to olive. But olive avoided all eye contact, and went to the fridge, she grabbed a Monster drink, the nutella, and some chips. She went straight to her room, and locked the door.
zombie brains.
My brain is a disaster area,
It can be melodramatic,
I give myself the creeps.
I see things that aren't there.
I hear voices that tell me things I shouldn't know.
I understand the pain in peoples hearts,
even though I've never felt it myself.
Some days I'm crawling up the walls,
others I never leave my room.
I'll end up alone,
due to my lack of desire for the human race.
It's alright with me.
I hope to become a zombie anyway.
It can be melodramatic,
I give myself the creeps.
I see things that aren't there.
I hear voices that tell me things I shouldn't know.
I understand the pain in peoples hearts,
even though I've never felt it myself.
Some days I'm crawling up the walls,
others I never leave my room.
I'll end up alone,
due to my lack of desire for the human race.
It's alright with me.
I hope to become a zombie anyway.
Lithium
Today I found my friends,
their in my head.
I don't like to listen to them,
but they control my thoughts.
one is a black mass,
he likes to scare me
and produce depression in my brain.
The other is Red,
she likes to play games,
but she has a wicked laugh.
They say that I should kill someone,
they bother me about it a lot.
It feels as though its more to satisfy their need,
rather than mine.
But I'll go along with it.
or maybe I won't.
I guess you'll have to read the newspaper to find out...
their in my head.
I don't like to listen to them,
but they control my thoughts.
one is a black mass,
he likes to scare me
and produce depression in my brain.
The other is Red,
she likes to play games,
but she has a wicked laugh.
They say that I should kill someone,
they bother me about it a lot.
It feels as though its more to satisfy their need,
rather than mine.
But I'll go along with it.
or maybe I won't.
I guess you'll have to read the newspaper to find out...
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Coma
I feel my insides condensing,
from the pain you left behind.
I feel I might explode from this
terrible sensation.
You killed me with your words,
you stabbed me with your actions,
If I don't soon die from this,
I hope to go to sleep..
and never
wake
up.
from the pain you left behind.
I feel I might explode from this
terrible sensation.
You killed me with your words,
you stabbed me with your actions,
If I don't soon die from this,
I hope to go to sleep..
and never
wake
up.
Friday, August 2, 2013
ugh
You could call me a dreamer,
a hopeless romantic,
shy, maybe even a tad bit crazy.
But i'm me.
And that's all I can be...
a hopeless romantic,
shy, maybe even a tad bit crazy.
But i'm me.
And that's all I can be...
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