Seasons Change by Saint-BJ-of-suburbia, literature
Literature
Seasons Change
You are the Sun,
Bleaching heat into my broken bones,
Till I radiate like a smile,
And the Summer stretches long,
Because there's only love in your arms.
Cold is measured in meters,
It's the distance in your gaze,
It's the fall that lasts for miles,
Before I can even breath,
It's the inches of you I never knew,
The feet that walked out of the door,
In the middle of Autumn,
As the leaves well and left me bare.
Now I'm shivering,
Wondering if I'll ever be warm again,
Without you to hold me,
To press me together at the seams,
Because now it's Winter,
And I'm falling apart.
How to get over you by Saint-BJ-of-suburbia, literature
Literature
How to get over you
How to Get Over You..
Step 1: Delete all photos, emails, texts I saved of the lovely things you said. Tear up my journal filled with love for you and the drawings I made of us. Note: Be prepared to cry, a lot.
Step 2: Block you on Facebook, MSN, Twitter. Delete you from my contacts and try to forget your number even though I know it like I know my name.
Step 3: Forget your face, though it sits behind my eyes like the back of my hand.
Step 4: Ban all my friends from talking about you, thats what friends are for.
Step 5: Try to be happy, make myself busy and go out, meet new people and enjoy life.
Step 6: See you in the street and walk pa
It's funny how you said,
that the people we love,
(we lose),
leave holes in us,
and emptiness,
that we can never fill...
Or at least you said that,
Until you found me,
And now your feeling whole
(but my heart's still missing the 'W')
It's tragic how you preach,
your past,
when it's my present,
how you regret hurting people,
whilst I silently tear you apart,
(irony hurts)
It's pathetic how you apologise,
for all the mistakes I'm making,
(on purpose)
just to see your eyes,
turn cold,
(at least we will match)
You said you'd be there,
As long as I wanted you,
And as I watch your heart break,
beneath my s
Another side to christmas by Saint-BJ-of-suburbia, literature
Literature
Another side to christmas
Crackers snap on the fire, for this is where we left them,
A single blinking bulb flickers on the vacant christmas tree,
It' brothers and sisters lay shattered on the floor,
A macabre rainbow of broken glass, amongst a bloody sea of ruby tinsel.
Where a snowman once stood proud, surrounded in a fluffy white world.
there is nothing but the dreary remains of children's labour
A decaying carrot, mud soaked scarf, spindly twisted sticks,
all abandoned, besides a suicide note.
There is no warm milk for santa, only an empty glass of whiskey,
a fathers cold hands clasped tightly around it,
his wife's vacant stare, as she secretly pr
Betrayal is bittersweet,
Love's sharp like knives,
And hate brings fiery comfort.
Random is beautiful,
The straight edge of the rule is a tightrope.
Ok means Im dying inside,
and sad means FAKE,
words are pulled back into the womb,
with fishing hooks made of deceit
Everybody's got dictation-ary
can you spell holocaust
Music is medication
for the irradiation of ration thought
Children are the slaves of culture
So bring on the celebrations
We've killed democracy,
In united hate of communism
Everybody's a piece of literature,
In a decrypted library
Flames are art
but fire is death.
And you, you are perfect my prin
Seasons Change by Saint-BJ-of-suburbia, literature
Literature
Seasons Change
You are the Sun,
Bleaching heat into my broken bones,
Till I radiate like a smile,
And the Summer stretches long,
Because there's only love in your arms.
Cold is measured in meters,
It's the distance in your gaze,
It's the fall that lasts for miles,
Before I can even breath,
It's the inches of you I never knew,
The feet that walked out of the door,
In the middle of Autumn,
As the leaves well and left me bare.
Now I'm shivering,
Wondering if I'll ever be warm again,
Without you to hold me,
To press me together at the seams,
Because now it's Winter,
And I'm falling apart.
How to get over you by Saint-BJ-of-suburbia, literature
Literature
How to get over you
How to Get Over You..
Step 1: Delete all photos, emails, texts I saved of the lovely things you said. Tear up my journal filled with love for you and the drawings I made of us. Note: Be prepared to cry, a lot.
Step 2: Block you on Facebook, MSN, Twitter. Delete you from my contacts and try to forget your number even though I know it like I know my name.
Step 3: Forget your face, though it sits behind my eyes like the back of my hand.
Step 4: Ban all my friends from talking about you, thats what friends are for.
Step 5: Try to be happy, make myself busy and go out, meet new people and enjoy life.
Step 6: See you in the street and walk pa
It's funny how you said,
that the people we love,
(we lose),
leave holes in us,
and emptiness,
that we can never fill...
Or at least you said that,
Until you found me,
And now your feeling whole
(but my heart's still missing the 'W')
It's tragic how you preach,
your past,
when it's my present,
how you regret hurting people,
whilst I silently tear you apart,
(irony hurts)
It's pathetic how you apologise,
for all the mistakes I'm making,
(on purpose)
just to see your eyes,
turn cold,
(at least we will match)
You said you'd be there,
As long as I wanted you,
And as I watch your heart break,
beneath my s
Another side to christmas by Saint-BJ-of-suburbia, literature
Literature
Another side to christmas
Crackers snap on the fire, for this is where we left them,
A single blinking bulb flickers on the vacant christmas tree,
It' brothers and sisters lay shattered on the floor,
A macabre rainbow of broken glass, amongst a bloody sea of ruby tinsel.
Where a snowman once stood proud, surrounded in a fluffy white world.
there is nothing but the dreary remains of children's labour
A decaying carrot, mud soaked scarf, spindly twisted sticks,
all abandoned, besides a suicide note.
There is no warm milk for santa, only an empty glass of whiskey,
a fathers cold hands clasped tightly around it,
his wife's vacant stare, as she secretly pr
Current Residence: the universe Favourite genre of music: Puchmo - Punk,Techno,Emo Favourite cartoon character: Howl Personal Quote: I don't want an end, I want more story!
I realise that I have just been posting random things when Im bored and it has amounted to very little. From now on I vow to actually love my DA like I should! So I'm gonna go submission sick from now on with DECENT work only, no more of these annoying prose and poetry, I just get bored... So YAY art..ness ! XP XP XP
P.S I love KOALAS !!! (And rare bears in general apparently)
Need a drawing of some one really badly, but I can't draw them at all. Can't draw anything till I get them out of my skin. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Yay I got my new tablet! It's awesome, lm Still working on the drawing aspect. But as you can see We got the writing down:). Still working on the punctuation and smileys. Off School for a while though So I've got time. However it's not a normal drawing software. Its Art Range 2. And a demo version of Photoshop without draw tools.): But twill get there, practising my templates. So happy, lm doing my work exp.at a graphics and advertising place.
lol well i only speak the truth aah go on you might as well, since you've got like another 2 weeks or so of pure boredom... Then college!! and then a different kind of boredom XD