It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for...– Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via tastemeimwasted)
well here it goes: I guess it;s the simple things that make poetry sound good or bad. We try so hard to make it be the one that when within ourselves we deny our true potential. The responsibility of poetry is to make the writer feel good and not mad. I give up on trying to make it be “the right one” my words are my voice and they are speaking simple english. Read my words...
Five simple words now To convey this message that I like you very much -to my lover twinkletoes :)
Emilie Autumn’s A Cure on flute
This song stuck in my head
25 more days, The countdown continues with joy. The clock ticks away meaningless seconds of time. I wake realizing that it’ll be me versus them. I say bring it. The challenges that await over the horizon are wonderful. But as we sit for tea, I wonder if I’ll see you again. Staring past our outer appearance and looking deep within you, Has our meeting been good to both of us? ...
Day 26 now, Impetuous feelings fade, I am a big boy. I’ll make better decisions. Failure is not an option.
I leave in 27 days. Every second that passes I miss you. I hate drifting but you’re slowly drifting from my heart. Where are you now? How far have we traveled? do you know where we’ll be in ten years? I do. Oh, how I hope our guardian angels keep us together. Life’s box of chocolates is waiting for us. Shall we open it? Let’s support each other through pan’s...
people that critique are only playing the comparison game. they also have no...
why is it that flute players rip on each other really badly instead of praising or complementing, or even giving advice? I learned that cruelty isn't the answer even though it is fun. But an old friend did say, "It's more about the music than [his] own ability". if you are anywhere around the world or where ever this blog is posted, not condescending please but lets discuss this.
sometimes the things we love hold us back.
Reporter: So tell us, who is your inspiration for your musical talent? Me: Well on a higher level, I’d have to say Emilie Autumn because she’s so wonderful and amazing. But on a lower level, my competition at high school region then i got hug and shake hands with one of them, Heather Gregory. Reporter: So if you were to meet Emilie Autumn right now, what would be your first...
If love’s power was so great, then why have we overcome it? For those...
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Holding onto her hands. I quickly feel her pulse fading away from me. The clouds begin to hum over us turning the area dark. No words come from her mouth. None from mine. staring deeply into her eyes I wonder what it would’ve been like if we never would’ve met. Trickles of water being to fall from the sky. I sigh deeply and look up and the gray sky of sorrow, “Even the...
A Day Outside
The rays of the sun begin to adorn my skin. Now the day will begin. What shall we do today? Run, jump, shout, yell, or how about we just lay? Such a wonderful day, too bad I spend it alone. Why does life set me up with good goals, yet absolute happiness is yet to be shone? Standing on this cold blanket of snow. The wings of my guardian angel holding onto my soul as life passes slow. ...
I look out the cold foggy window and watch the snow land softly on the window sill. It looks so depressing outside. Dark clouds begin to shroud this world. It falls softly but even Mother Earth knows trouble is coming swiftly. Why must we live like this? Constantly apprehensive of the future? Something that’s not suppose to happen. The snow falls harder as my mind wanders deeper into...
all that remains
such curious evil thoughts roam my mind. diffenrt emotions run in and out. my mind changes to a view that is on a higher thinking. all that remains is the future. the past that i look up to no longer means anything to me. “remember the time…” no longer phases me. my mind is always elsewhere but here. i think its a good thing….. or it could be bad much about me has...
Love me, Like I love you. Hold me, The same way I hold you. Don’t change me into something I’m not. Trust me with your everything Because you’re my everything. Save me from the evils of the unknown. For I am to blind to see. Open your soul to the music within your heart. Though I am enslaved, I’m to be free in you eyes. How can I save you if you’re gonna...
In this dark house I’m sitting in a room full of candles watching the rain fall. I realized that the pain the rain has brought has made me stronger to battle the evil in my heart. But there’s this pain and agony that I can’t seem to defeat. The sorrow it brings is difficult to overcome. Why? What is it that cause me to stay here in time and not conquer this darkness? ...
All is but dust in the Wind.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m dead. At my tea parties no one comes but the spirits, gods and goddess. I see them when no one else can. At my tea parties my sugar sits untouched. Maybe I’m just a living representation of life because we dead can’t love whole heartedly. Such a petulant thought but so true. I feel dead for a thousand years but lived only two or three. I fly out...
Is This Love?
A rose with the aura to attract and repel. A bird with the knowledge to fly away from danger. A wolverine knowing to always defend its ground. A guy to always be there to pull you close to him to take you and run away at danger. The same guy who will fight for you and his beliefs. If that’s not love then what is? Could it be something meaningless to us? No I know this is love because...
I barely got over you. I thought that I would never have to see you again. I hated thinking it , but it was too true. Maybe there was a we couldn’t talk to each other again. A month later you say “Merry Christmas” and all the memories came flooding back. Can she talk to me? What is this about? The light to my dark sky is back in my mind. Only this time I’ll never...
The problem with guys: they make you believe they love you when they don’t. The...– (via runawaytrain) (via christanatasha)
As I wander far off into the snow, I notice her white creamy skin, long snowy white dress, and black intriguing eyes peering deep within my soul. Suddenly I begin to notice her mesmerizing eyes hypnotizing me towards her. I endeavor to escape but she continues to pull me closer to her. “Dos thou not remember thy words I said to thee?” Her eyes soon turned crimson red as she...
Ok so I've been writing poetry for so long now it just comes second nature but ya know improvement couldn't help. So does anyone know how to help make my poetry any better? Thanks
By Ronald Vaughn Jr Blood drips from her mouth as she drops the body to her feet as Alice walks down the castle halls in her black and red dress. The massacre continues as her blood eyes shines brighter as she Slaughters the enemies of her pain. Her best friend, face to face, in fear. Alice smiles as blood oozes from her mouth and strikes Her heat. “Thank you for the misery you brought...
By Ronald Vaughn Jr Til the sun rises, nevermore sweet sweet sorrow. Til the sunsets no tears my dear. Tis this be a deep sadness I feel when I can’t touch her heart? For this, I yearn for her, her soul runs its course through my veins. To meet nevermore. With the sun on my heels and her wings upon my shoulders. I ask fight or flight? The question stands in my way nevermore. Do I ask her...
By Ronald Vaughn Jr Aphrodite has her thorns, And in a way, I think we as humans act the same. We are overly protective and spike out our thorns to keep us safe. So it’s hard to be picked up by a bare hand and let be cared. But I wish to cull the most graceful aura and not be hurt. I search to befriend this radiance. However if I fail, then I wish to just bask in its glow until I get Close...
City in the Sky
By Ronald Vaughn Jr Did you hear? About it’s amazing wonder? It’s full of riches and powers beyond the human eye! The City in the Sky! It will come down to the world when people are full and pure. When it comes down, wars will end, The sky will shine golden and the seas will resonate with sounds of a pretty flute. The way up is o always believe the city lives in the sky, And...
By Ronald Vaughn Jr It is the perfect day outside. As I sit in the soft green grass I close my eyes. A kid walks up to me and says, “Why don’t you smile even on bright sunny days?” I open my eyes take a glance up at him his deep gold tan. I believe that he’s new just like me but he comes to talk to me like he can? “There’s other people here,” I thought “why me?” I sigh. I grin a bit so he can...
By Ronald Vaughn Jr This life here is very different from my last. Hard to believe that I had friends in the past. Growing up here has changed me much. Honestly I don’t know if it’s been days, months, years, or something of such. Forgive the lack of information I should know. But I’ve been in this fluffy white room crystal clean like new fallen snow. The world’s passing is either fast or slower...
Christmas morning...going to bed -.-;
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What if I’m an angel without wings to take me home?– Emilie Autumn
What is your substance, whereof are you made
by William Shakespeare What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one, hath every one, one shade, And you but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you; On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,...
Is this Love?
By Ronald Vaughn Jr I reach out to touch your soul, but the closer I am the farther away I am. Why can’t it be so simple? I see a mirror reflection of myself inside you. Why is this hard? Sometimes I wish I could change for people then I wouldn’t feel like this. But I guess that’s what makes me more valuable. Maybe I can’t reach your soul. But maybe your heart or...
ADDICTIVE RELATIONSHIPS: Always Giving and Never Feeling Satisfied The basis...– (via witchmountain)
By Ronald Vaughn Jr Did you think you could keep me? When you tore me down and turning me into what you wanted me to be? Did you believe that everything I did was wrong? Why don’t you ever listen to me when I now speak words true, pure, and strong? My dear Lucy, my how much you’ve changed since I’ve been here. Why much has changed about me since you’ve been gone. I’m still confused but you don’t...
Asylum for you
By Ronald Vaughn Jr I don’t remember much. All there is is just darkness that surrounds me. The voices that I hear are just murmurs of desiring freedom. I feel jerking among my body… is it me? Too many hands hold me down to keep me still. I feel vibrating out of my mouth is “It’s not my fault let me go!” The doctor approaches me and shows me a long needle. ...