Who's who? When I'm watching you.
Well not watching per say since you're now blahze blaahze blaaahze.
Ha, see. Everything's peachy.
As far as I am concerned, since well, we're alive after all.
Funny how life goes. And comes and comes and comes.
Ah, I ran on there. And it felt so good.
Keeping it cool. Got my shade.
Living in the moment.
For now as forever.
Life has a funny way of showing you things. It's always up to you to actually see them. Unfortunately not all are gifted enough to continue the show. They fail, stumble, miss lines and then some. But when will you open your eyes. This show was playing on and on. How can you not see? The funniest thing about these shows are how some endings, no matter how predictable you think they are, will still surprise. The suspense in which we dwell. Thank you life. You are quite the performer. Now it's time for the ending credits. Everyone involved gained so much experience. On to the next show.....
My heart is yours. My mind waivers.
Not for me love but for you.
You have everything you need.
And more.
Where does that leave me.
I'm physically here.
As I usually am.
Are you complacent?
I don't believe I am.
Only without you.
This distance...
Effects my feelings.
I know I shouldn't baby
But it does.
The thoughts of you
Being happy without me.
Actually kills me inside.
I don't mean to be selfish.
Don't get me wrong.
Your happiness is all that matters.
Its just this distance love.
Apart
We seem to grow.
More and more of.
I just wonder
If there will be an end
To it or the beginning
Of the end to us.or
The strength that knows no bonds.
She never imagined she'd possess it.
At least, not in this life.
Courage became her over rage she carried along through hurdles and loops of this race called life.
She hates using a race as a metaphor for life, but it fits.
She isn't picky.
That is what she tells herself knowing full well after what she's been through, there is a list.
Her struggles are hers alone.
She holds them tightly in her beautiful little black box that she keeps by her bedside.
And with fright, she mingles with lives never meant to intertwine.
Another thing sje tells herself to keep that wall up no one sees.
The constant thought of s
To the one whose eyes can pierce the soul of unexpected bystanders.
To the one that reads minds,
Or can't but is just really good at knowing what lies beneath.
The facade of those they meet.
Why treat it as if it is a precious treat.
One in which you just can't eat but want to because it looks so damn good.
At some point you must come to realize that this is not normal.
Um. Normal.
Right.
Just like the urge to be yourself and yet,
You become either morally incorrect or some other 'fancy' words combined that tell you in the end that you are..
Not as you 'should' be.
As 'they' would agree.
But who are they to tell you who you are
Or
Why you ex
Butterflies flutter by us.
Infectious insects.
It seems they want this.
Must have missed the memo.
The inseparable duo.
With a wing spand immeasurable.
Lift off this tangible land. Let's get high.
Bypass all passersby.
Without even the slightest movement.
Judgement of any type,
By any other than our own hype,
Shall also go by
With the passage of time.
Like the cocoons we worked hard to build.
In the beginning, it was our shield.
Until we broke free.
Went on a loving spree.
Just you and me.
Us, six, three.
Let's fly home all alone.
In this bed.
Over head these butterflies reside.
Watch them live and let them die.
Surprise in Desolation by SkieThaKitteh, literature
Literature
Surprise in Desolation
This life I call mine always seems to reside in the oddest of places where I never exactly know why.
Why they lie while you lay around this desolate place.
Bringing all that you possess.
I'm the utmost impressed almost, if not everytime.
You arrive like you've always been here.
Desolate indeed right?
How you show me that I'm always wrong?
And Not be overbearing the least bit.
I'll admit, I love it here.
Keep reappearing.
Though I know I don't have to ask.
Just know.
I'll love you more than this desolation!
Who's who? When I'm watching you.
Well not watching per say since you're now blahze blaahze blaaahze.
Ha, see. Everything's peachy.
As far as I am concerned, since well, we're alive after all.
Funny how life goes. And comes and comes and comes.
Ah, I ran on there. And it felt so good.
Keeping it cool. Got my shade.
Living in the moment.
For now as forever.
Life has a funny way of showing you things. It's always up to you to actually see them. Unfortunately not all are gifted enough to continue the show. They fail, stumble, miss lines and then some. But when will you open your eyes. This show was playing on and on. How can you not see? The funniest thing about these shows are how some endings, no matter how predictable you think they are, will still surprise. The suspense in which we dwell. Thank you life. You are quite the performer. Now it's time for the ending credits. Everyone involved gained so much experience. On to the next show.....
My heart is yours. My mind waivers.
Not for me love but for you.
You have everything you need.
And more.
Where does that leave me.
I'm physically here.
As I usually am.
Are you complacent?
I don't believe I am.
Only without you.
This distance...
Effects my feelings.
I know I shouldn't baby
But it does.
The thoughts of you
Being happy without me.
Actually kills me inside.
I don't mean to be selfish.
Don't get me wrong.
Your happiness is all that matters.
Its just this distance love.
Apart
We seem to grow.
More and more of.
I just wonder
If there will be an end
To it or the beginning
Of the end to us.or
The strength that knows no bonds.
She never imagined she'd possess it.
At least, not in this life.
Courage became her over rage she carried along through hurdles and loops of this race called life.
She hates using a race as a metaphor for life, but it fits.
She isn't picky.
That is what she tells herself knowing full well after what she's been through, there is a list.
Her struggles are hers alone.
She holds them tightly in her beautiful little black box that she keeps by her bedside.
And with fright, she mingles with lives never meant to intertwine.
Another thing sje tells herself to keep that wall up no one sees.
The constant thought of s
To the one whose eyes can pierce the soul of unexpected bystanders.
To the one that reads minds,
Or can't but is just really good at knowing what lies beneath.
The facade of those they meet.
Why treat it as if it is a precious treat.
One in which you just can't eat but want to because it looks so damn good.
At some point you must come to realize that this is not normal.
Um. Normal.
Right.
Just like the urge to be yourself and yet,
You become either morally incorrect or some other 'fancy' words combined that tell you in the end that you are..
Not as you 'should' be.
As 'they' would agree.
But who are they to tell you who you are
Or
Why you ex
Butterflies flutter by us.
Infectious insects.
It seems they want this.
Must have missed the memo.
The inseparable duo.
With a wing spand immeasurable.
Lift off this tangible land. Let's get high.
Bypass all passersby.
Without even the slightest movement.
Judgement of any type,
By any other than our own hype,
Shall also go by
With the passage of time.
Like the cocoons we worked hard to build.
In the beginning, it was our shield.
Until we broke free.
Went on a loving spree.
Just you and me.
Us, six, three.
Let's fly home all alone.
In this bed.
Over head these butterflies reside.
Watch them live and let them die.
Surprise in Desolation by SkieThaKitteh, literature
Literature
Surprise in Desolation
This life I call mine always seems to reside in the oddest of places where I never exactly know why.
Why they lie while you lay around this desolate place.
Bringing all that you possess.
I'm the utmost impressed almost, if not everytime.
You arrive like you've always been here.
Desolate indeed right?
How you show me that I'm always wrong?
And Not be overbearing the least bit.
I'll admit, I love it here.
Keep reappearing.
Though I know I don't have to ask.
Just know.
I'll love you more than this desolation!
The beautiful thing
about butterflies
is in its ability
of metamorphosis.
From egg to angel
they struggle and strive
eat and survive
secretive and hidden
In time it grows
it adapts
with one purpose
To fly
They protect themselves
from predators
camouflage to blend in
not to be seen
not to be hurt
but its instinct
An after weeks
in its cocoon
Its no longer afraid
to die
Its no longer bound
to the ground.
With a spread of its wings
It takes flight
They arent meant to stay
in one place
they are beautiful in swarms
and like the life it was given
it too will give life
~Flutter
Goddess,
Grace me with your touch,
Have I prayed to you enough?
Do you hear my voice?
What is this choice,
I must make?
Times are getting harder,
Life is becoming colder,
Yet my loyalty to you just grows stronger,
And older,
That means I'm sticking to you like glue,
Sorry that's less than formal my goddess,
I'm just losing myself since we last spoke,
Told me your love will lift me up,
In these wicked times,
I've felt your love when I sat on the edge,
As I was told explicit lies,
Wanted to jump off and meet you,
Be with you,
But you reached out and told me,
Not this day,
Not this day,
I'm sorry Goddess,
I'll hold on,
And see you when I see you
I'm sorry, I have issues like most people do.
And I can't seem to keep them from your view.
You bring the best out of me so I run to you.
When I am feeling my lowest,
Underneath soaked in blue.
I am needy, it's true.
But only towards you.
I have no need for emotions and such.
Thus the life I've grown into.
But why is it that you pull out so much.
That positivity train you conduct.
Driving me to places I can never think of.
On my own.
I don't want to pull you down, down.
With me.
In my little self journey that I've been placed in.
Like everyone else, Including you and your own.
This miniature home we have here together.
Where did it come from
Its been much, much too long since I posted anything. I am sorry. Truely. I think I will write down my thoughts and post them the next time I am able. X^)
thank you for faving so many of my sweets again may the Llama I offer in return remind you of my gratitude if you ever decide to any of my other works in the future since I won't be spaming you with more 'thank you' notes but I'm always happy to answer comments or questions if you have any