I remember back then
When I had nothing to lose,
Back in the day
When I could chose.
I feel my fate drawing nearer
Every second that goes by.
I feel the pressure rising
Every time I have to cry.
I know where I want to go,
But getting there's a different story.
I'll follow in Your footsteps,
But You'll let it be my journey.
Lead me onward to the sunset,
So I can let the credits roll.
Don't leave me dying in my heartache.
Show me how to heal my soul.
Everything new I learn
Is a memory that dies.
Every dream I want to burn
Is replaced by a lie.
Lift me up when I have fallen.
Take my hand and clear the way.
There is joy afte
This is not the place
I've always known.
Woke up this morning
Feeling alone.
Though the sun still rose
As the clouds rolled in
My eternal night
Will never end.
Behind this face
I have a heart
That reflects
All I know from the start.
The deeper in I go,
The thunder, louder, rolls.
I'm still a person.
I have a soul.
But you won't
Let me go
From the place
I once called home.
And now
Drenched to the bone
I still feel all alone.
In the shadows lurk
That which stole my soul, the crook.
Although I tell you,
You look.
And now this trust
Has slipped away
And I lay down
For another day.
When everything's burning
And seasons are turning,
And there's no repreive,
We all just deceive
There's nothing but pain
And heartache to gain.
And we all keep believing
There's a rhyme and a reason
There must be a way
To detour the day,
But we're nothing but darkness
And we all seem so heartless.
We cannot replay
Every word that we say,
But we must have a chance
To make shadowed romance
With the whispers that bind
And the darkness we find.
Or the pain will come crashing
And our lives we'll be smashing
On our way out the door
To run away like before
Under certain conditions
That time will keep ticking.
Just a whisper o
Wrapping around,
Leaves abound,
Climbing up the trunk,
Rough with age,
It stalks its prey.
Unsuspecting,
Innocence leaving,
Three fingers reaching,
Grasping on tight
It waits in the night.
Transferring venom,
Creating a schism,
Wind at its back,
Leaving its mark,
Haunting the dark.
Blessing or shame,
Hiding in pain,
A poisonous coffin,
Spreading til rotten,
Never forgotten.
Birds.
They glided on the water,
The water that shone
With the fiery colors of the setting sun.
There was a dragonfly or two as well.
I felt the wind on my face,
Stinging, very unkind.
The trees moved too,
Rustling in the breeze,
Each leaf rubbing against the other.
The bark was brown.
There was a knothole halfway up.
The bench I was sitting was hard.
It was made of wood,
Kind of splintery.
It seemed to be weathered
From years of the elements
And people.
The water washed against the shore
Drowning out the more subtle sounds.
I was sitting there alone,
Lost in my thoughts.
And you were sitting right there next to me.
Every night when the moon shines bright, my skin dissolves, blood evaporates, and organs disintegrate. Only my naked bones are left on my bed to rise, rise by some sort of energy, some sort of drive. Out of my house I walk, meandering down the dark street, walking among the living dead. Rarely is there a distinguishable feature, sure, some shadows fall longer than others, but for the most part we are all equal. You and I walk together watching the grass be painted by dew. And then, some sort of awareness brushes me as it always does when the moon is full. I stand tall and look around not knowing what the meaning of it all is. Then suddenly, t
No one truly sees
How hard this is for me.
They try to tell me
What I should do,
What would make things better,
What would make things worse,
Regardless of how right or wrong they are,
They don't think of how I'm hurt.
I understand they want to help
And giving advice is all they have,
But why not take a minute
And try to understand where I'm at.
Sure, you have opinions,
But that doesn't mean I want to hear them.
How much more do you think I can take
Of all this banter and bickering?
I wonder the same myself sometimes.
With all of this weighing on me
You'd think I'd have broken by now.
It's only by the grace of God
That I'm
You cannot take him from me.
I will not let you.
Stay out of my way.
You're digging your own grave.
You can bear your own consequences.
Man up.
Stop acting like a child.
Choose your fights wisely.
You cannot take him from me.
The world is such a big place
And I seem so small.
And yet in my world
I feel like I've lost it all.
My tear blurred vision
Only sees black or gray.
I'd be packing my bags,
But I won't run away.
This is who I am
Not who you are trying to make me be.
This is who I've always been.
I don't see the changes you see.
I've grown stronger in my days,
But I always feel so weak.
It's as if the strength God gave me
Isn't at its peak.
If I couldn't handle it
I wouldn't be here,
But now what do I do
When nothing is clear?
I can stand all I want.
I can lift my hands to cry,
But no matter what I do
Time still passes me by.
I don't kn
I remember back then
When I had nothing to lose,
Back in the day
When I could chose.
I feel my fate drawing nearer
Every second that goes by.
I feel the pressure rising
Every time I have to cry.
I know where I want to go,
But getting there's a different story.
I'll follow in Your footsteps,
But You'll let it be my journey.
Lead me onward to the sunset,
So I can let the credits roll.
Don't leave me dying in my heartache.
Show me how to heal my soul.
Everything new I learn
Is a memory that dies.
Every dream I want to burn
Is replaced by a lie.
Lift me up when I have fallen.
Take my hand and clear the way.
There is joy afte
This is not the place
I've always known.
Woke up this morning
Feeling alone.
Though the sun still rose
As the clouds rolled in
My eternal night
Will never end.
Behind this face
I have a heart
That reflects
All I know from the start.
The deeper in I go,
The thunder, louder, rolls.
I'm still a person.
I have a soul.
But you won't
Let me go
From the place
I once called home.
And now
Drenched to the bone
I still feel all alone.
In the shadows lurk
That which stole my soul, the crook.
Although I tell you,
You look.
And now this trust
Has slipped away
And I lay down
For another day.
When everything's burning
And seasons are turning,
And there's no repreive,
We all just deceive
There's nothing but pain
And heartache to gain.
And we all keep believing
There's a rhyme and a reason
There must be a way
To detour the day,
But we're nothing but darkness
And we all seem so heartless.
We cannot replay
Every word that we say,
But we must have a chance
To make shadowed romance
With the whispers that bind
And the darkness we find.
Or the pain will come crashing
And our lives we'll be smashing
On our way out the door
To run away like before
Under certain conditions
That time will keep ticking.
Just a whisper o
Wrapping around,
Leaves abound,
Climbing up the trunk,
Rough with age,
It stalks its prey.
Unsuspecting,
Innocence leaving,
Three fingers reaching,
Grasping on tight
It waits in the night.
Transferring venom,
Creating a schism,
Wind at its back,
Leaving its mark,
Haunting the dark.
Blessing or shame,
Hiding in pain,
A poisonous coffin,
Spreading til rotten,
Never forgotten.
Birds.
They glided on the water,
The water that shone
With the fiery colors of the setting sun.
There was a dragonfly or two as well.
I felt the wind on my face,
Stinging, very unkind.
The trees moved too,
Rustling in the breeze,
Each leaf rubbing against the other.
The bark was brown.
There was a knothole halfway up.
The bench I was sitting was hard.
It was made of wood,
Kind of splintery.
It seemed to be weathered
From years of the elements
And people.
The water washed against the shore
Drowning out the more subtle sounds.
I was sitting there alone,
Lost in my thoughts.
And you were sitting right there next to me.
Every night when the moon shines bright, my skin dissolves, blood evaporates, and organs disintegrate. Only my naked bones are left on my bed to rise, rise by some sort of energy, some sort of drive. Out of my house I walk, meandering down the dark street, walking among the living dead. Rarely is there a distinguishable feature, sure, some shadows fall longer than others, but for the most part we are all equal. You and I walk together watching the grass be painted by dew. And then, some sort of awareness brushes me as it always does when the moon is full. I stand tall and look around not knowing what the meaning of it all is. Then suddenly, t
No one truly sees
How hard this is for me.
They try to tell me
What I should do,
What would make things better,
What would make things worse,
Regardless of how right or wrong they are,
They don't think of how I'm hurt.
I understand they want to help
And giving advice is all they have,
But why not take a minute
And try to understand where I'm at.
Sure, you have opinions,
But that doesn't mean I want to hear them.
How much more do you think I can take
Of all this banter and bickering?
I wonder the same myself sometimes.
With all of this weighing on me
You'd think I'd have broken by now.
It's only by the grace of God
That I'm
You cannot take him from me.
I will not let you.
Stay out of my way.
You're digging your own grave.
You can bear your own consequences.
Man up.
Stop acting like a child.
Choose your fights wisely.
You cannot take him from me.
I love Jesus Christ, my Savior, with all my heart. I love seeing Him work in me and around me and through me. I can only pray that I'm glorifying Him in all I do.
I'm a biochemistry major at a small private college in TN. I am aiming towards becoming a forensic scientist and am bent on getting a doctorate someday. I love the brain. I think it's amazing how God can make something so complex and make it work so fearfully and wonderfully.
I think about a lot of random things. I figure things out on my own quiet a bit. I also learn really fast and am very visual in my thinking. For instance, I learned how to french braid my hair because i visually unraveled a french braid in my mind's eye and figured out how to do it by putting it make together in my head. I also learned how to tie my shoes after my mom showed me once.
I'm also a martial artist. I take 5 Animals Kung Fu and Jujitsu/Kenjitsu. My ultimate goal is the be black in both and an instructor in at least kung fu.
I write poetry and try to draw. If you look through my gallery you'll notice that every once in a while I crank out a few gems, but generally I can only draw a good picture if i'm looking at a picture of what i'm drawing.
If there's anything else you'd like to know, please feel free to ask! ~Shelly~
"Dear brothers, let us not love with words and tongue but with actions and in truth." ~1 John 3:18~
Favourite genre of music: Christian Rock Favourite style of art: poetry and anything I can draw that looks good Operating System: Vista >.< Favourite cartoon character: Toph from Avatar Personal Quote: We're all broken records... some of us repeat ourselves, others just don't work at all ~Me
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Skillet, Relient K, Falling Up, Capital Lights, House of Heroes, and The Fray
Favourite Writers
Poe, Christopher Paolini
Favourite Games
Any Zelda game :)
Favourite Gaming Platform
Anything Nintendo!
Tools of the Trade
Photoshop Elements 6.0 and Photoshop 6.0
Other Interests
God, martial arts, video games, drawing, writing, reading, television...
Thank you anonymous deviant who upgraded my profile :D you totally just made my week! :hug:
Sorry I haven't been on here, everyone. I've had really crazy stuff go on in my life in the past year.... Plus senior year in college is giving me fits -.- oh well, I still love you guys and haven't forgotten you! Just an update, I have Manassas 2 about a third of the way finished. I have also started two other novels, one potentially named Thiranos and the other The Crystal Blades. I am also working on self-publishing Manassas on Amazon. More on that late :)
I can seem to make the right decision anymore. I've had so many opportunities to lately, but no matter what i'm not happy. I always end up hurting someone. Everyone says the same things about everyone else. It's not a question of who to trust. I need a way to vent, but poetry doesn't come to me anymore. I've so much stress here, at home, that believe it or not, I can't wait to get back into school.
These things have become clear to me in the past few weeks:
1) I can't make decisions to save my life.... even if it will save my life.
2) No matter what, I can't be right anymore.
3) Any choice I do end up making always hurts someone I love.
wow, hi, idk if you are still active.... I just found someone random on here that was using my Cheshire Cat pic as their icon, so i thought i'd check on this old acct and found that i have over 18,000 pageviews how and when did that happen?! anyway, i have a new acct for my new story ThiranosTales, if you are interested in catching up.
Biochemistry major? I hope they teach you the newest stuff about Biofields. That is really the human soul. People are just starting to learn the BioField is where long term memory is stored, not in the physical brain. It might be a while before they know how much your soul remembers, and the power it really has. You are unlimited to do anything by remembering a feeling. Epilepsy is just one of the bad things the soul can trigger, but your soul (Biofield) can do things that is impossible to believe, beyond Phenomenon.