She was sprinting
Through the forest
Of whispering trees
And fell to her knees
Asking God questions
Yelling foul things
Will anyone see
Her curses & blasphemy
She was all alone
With herself
As her only friend
Shadowing every red
Hinting a death
So premature
I told her to go to bed
It was a cure, I said
For my dreams
Are my only love
There at my side
Either day or night
Giving me hope
When out at sea
Turning the tide
Though Poseidon had tried
Now she's flying farther
Than any bird you'll see
A cold circulating core
She didn't want it anymore
She'll leave you breathless
Even in her current state
Life was such a chore
But she opened
Hey, It's Reason Enough. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Hey, It's Reason Enough.
"Bitch, shut up."
His words echoed in my conscious. His head's grown too big for his shoulders, Hell; he's top-heavy because of it. He's so unaware it hurts. I could never forget that look in his eyes when he said it too. He has no idea that I hate him and I have no idea why. We speak on a regular basis, spend half our day together, and grab lunch every other Wednesday. It's driven me crazy. I sit there emotionlessly while clenching what is in my hand, restraining myself from murdering him. When someone says his name I flinch.
My phone busted out in paroxysm and I read the name: Vincent Zierran. I winced and tapped the ans
Just You Wait And See. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Just You Wait And See.
You're a little too dramatic,
Too depressing, too ecstatic.
Maybe I won't win now in your court,
But in time you'll fall short.
I've been planning for many years,
And you've been playing off my fears.
You ask me why I'm snickering,
Why my eyes are flickering.
It's because of what I've heard and seen,
It's because I'm waiting until the day they guillotine you, little miss queen.
Your Feelings Mean Nothing. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Your Feelings Mean Nothing.
"I'm going to tell you everything is wrong,
Just so I can get your sympathy.
I'm stealing all the light from real problems,
So I can feel your empathy.
I'm not starving or sick or hurt or homeless,
I want to be the most important.
I act like I'm depressed and I pretend it every single day,
But aren't my feelings worth it?"
Hell no.
The Hope Left With God by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
The Hope Left With God
I can't quit hugging your ghost,
The illusion I want to believe most,
Letting go, saying no, pretending so,
Perhaps I'm just living in a grayscale world,
Not feeling and living the martyr,
Practicing asceticism for my sake,
&&' my feelings are esoteric,
Depressing thoughts, low shots,
Blood clots,
Spending days watching the world move around me,
And everyone is living on pure pleasure,
Maybe I'm just searching for the liberation of my human suffering,
I'm running to nowhere,
Falling to nothing,
Singing songs, clearly strong, being wrong,
And I haven't had hope in humanity since God left Chicago.
Breezes of Nonexistance by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Breezes of Nonexistance
Skeptical of my existence,
What would befall if my terminal breath was fortwith?
And I disintegrated into the breeze,
And observed the populace as I deceased,
Would anyone scrutinize for me?
Or would it be another day?
In fact, would my interval of leaving and departure be a beneficial thing?
I feel so dispensable.
Like I could let go and no one would even desire to restrain me,
The mirror wouldn't long for me,
I sure wouldn't pretermit it.
I have nothing, nothing to lose?
Should I be surviving so cautiously dear?
Dear? Would you even care?
It wouldn't be the fact that I exited,
It'd be the concept it wouldn't phase you.
It's like there t
The Origin of my Originality. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
The Origin of my Originality.
My account?
It's placed where your originality is.
I owe you nothing, I've lived in my own noesis for years.
So in that manner I was free from the implication of liability.
I reject the idea of being your totalitarian subject.
No world was created for you,
So pretty please, let your demeanor
Obscure that cerebration.
And I'm just desiring to get by as an veracious coward.
I scare you?
I observe where you are coming from.
People are appalled by the unknown.
Well, I conceive that I'd preferably be detested for what I am than what I'm not.
I'm a hypocrite.
I despise hypocrites.
I scorn myself.
I to this instant can't comprehend why I hate my
Get Up And Run by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Get Up And Run
Have you been like this for days?
It's been a week with the door locked and your depressing music.
Tissues scattered,
Nothing mattered,
Anymore?
Then who am I?
I'll be your anchor if all else fails,
I know the lonely way too well.
I know the depression;
When you pretend your happy and like everything is going right.
Fooling even yourself until the moon rises,
Letting the beast inside you howl,
Pretty lines are meaningless,
And being saved is what you want;
Even in the form of jumping,
Just to be caught.
Blaming yourself, gets you nowhere sugar,
Trust me.
Get up, dust yourself off because there are seven billion people on this earth.
You do
She was sprinting
Through the forest
Of whispering trees
And fell to her knees
Asking God questions
Yelling foul things
Will anyone see
Her curses & blasphemy
She was all alone
With herself
As her only friend
Shadowing every red
Hinting a death
So premature
I told her to go to bed
It was a cure, I said
For my dreams
Are my only love
There at my side
Either day or night
Giving me hope
When out at sea
Turning the tide
Though Poseidon had tried
Now she's flying farther
Than any bird you'll see
A cold circulating core
She didn't want it anymore
She'll leave you breathless
Even in her current state
Life was such a chore
But she opened
Hey, It's Reason Enough. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Hey, It's Reason Enough.
"Bitch, shut up."
His words echoed in my conscious. His head's grown too big for his shoulders, Hell; he's top-heavy because of it. He's so unaware it hurts. I could never forget that look in his eyes when he said it too. He has no idea that I hate him and I have no idea why. We speak on a regular basis, spend half our day together, and grab lunch every other Wednesday. It's driven me crazy. I sit there emotionlessly while clenching what is in my hand, restraining myself from murdering him. When someone says his name I flinch.
My phone busted out in paroxysm and I read the name: Vincent Zierran. I winced and tapped the ans
Just You Wait And See. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Just You Wait And See.
You're a little too dramatic,
Too depressing, too ecstatic.
Maybe I won't win now in your court,
But in time you'll fall short.
I've been planning for many years,
And you've been playing off my fears.
You ask me why I'm snickering,
Why my eyes are flickering.
It's because of what I've heard and seen,
It's because I'm waiting until the day they guillotine you, little miss queen.
The Origin of my Originality. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
The Origin of my Originality.
My account?
It's placed where your originality is.
I owe you nothing, I've lived in my own noesis for years.
So in that manner I was free from the implication of liability.
I reject the idea of being your totalitarian subject.
No world was created for you,
So pretty please, let your demeanor
Obscure that cerebration.
And I'm just desiring to get by as an veracious coward.
I scare you?
I observe where you are coming from.
People are appalled by the unknown.
Well, I conceive that I'd preferably be detested for what I am than what I'm not.
I'm a hypocrite.
I despise hypocrites.
I scorn myself.
I to this instant can't comprehend why I hate my
Your Feelings Mean Nothing. by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Your Feelings Mean Nothing.
"I'm going to tell you everything is wrong,
Just so I can get your sympathy.
I'm stealing all the light from real problems,
So I can feel your empathy.
I'm not starving or sick or hurt or homeless,
I want to be the most important.
I act like I'm depressed and I pretend it every single day,
But aren't my feelings worth it?"
Hell no.
The Hope Left With God by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
The Hope Left With God
I can't quit hugging your ghost,
The illusion I want to believe most,
Letting go, saying no, pretending so,
Perhaps I'm just living in a grayscale world,
Not feeling and living the martyr,
Practicing asceticism for my sake,
&&' my feelings are esoteric,
Depressing thoughts, low shots,
Blood clots,
Spending days watching the world move around me,
And everyone is living on pure pleasure,
Maybe I'm just searching for the liberation of my human suffering,
I'm running to nowhere,
Falling to nothing,
Singing songs, clearly strong, being wrong,
And I haven't had hope in humanity since God left Chicago.
Breezes of Nonexistance by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Breezes of Nonexistance
Skeptical of my existence,
What would befall if my terminal breath was fortwith?
And I disintegrated into the breeze,
And observed the populace as I deceased,
Would anyone scrutinize for me?
Or would it be another day?
In fact, would my interval of leaving and departure be a beneficial thing?
I feel so dispensable.
Like I could let go and no one would even desire to restrain me,
The mirror wouldn't long for me,
I sure wouldn't pretermit it.
I have nothing, nothing to lose?
Should I be surviving so cautiously dear?
Dear? Would you even care?
It wouldn't be the fact that I exited,
It'd be the concept it wouldn't phase you.
It's like there t
Get Up And Run by IridescentWingsRiver, literature
Literature
Get Up And Run
Have you been like this for days?
It's been a week with the door locked and your depressing music.
Tissues scattered,
Nothing mattered,
Anymore?
Then who am I?
I'll be your anchor if all else fails,
I know the lonely way too well.
I know the depression;
When you pretend your happy and like everything is going right.
Fooling even yourself until the moon rises,
Letting the beast inside you howl,
Pretty lines are meaningless,
And being saved is what you want;
Even in the form of jumping,
Just to be caught.
Blaming yourself, gets you nowhere sugar,
Trust me.
Get up, dust yourself off because there are seven billion people on this earth.
You do
Happy New Year followers and such!
I have a few resolutions;
1.) Increase self-esteem
2.) Learn to let go
3.) Run more!
4.) Drink less soda
5.) Schedule things
6.) I'm OCD so my organizational skills could always improve.
7.) Be more expressive; let the art of my personality shine.
8.) Write more, of course!
9.) Less guilt over things I have no control over
10.) Savor the now
11.) Say, 'I love you' more.
12.) Keep my grades. (4.0 because I'm a smarty :D)
13.) Get into a stronger routine; especially with sleep. (The irony, I'm writing this at 1 am.)
14.) Become even opener.
15.) Comment less.
16.) Eat better, less sweets.
17
I am sorry to anyone who is concerned that I haven't been on in 3 months.
Parents divorce, moving, semesters, and moving again.
I'm moving into the city, that's a plus. Yeah...
Well, High School, it be the bomb dig.
I love lunchtime whiff me homiesss.
I've been reading more romance.
Whenever I read romance I always think the same things;
1.) "Why can't they stop fighting and just fall in love?"
2.) "They are probably going to do it..."
3.) "They would be a cute couple"
& the omnipresent question;
"WHY AM I FOREVER ALONE?!"
By the way, Emma, PRACTICE. & Type-A person ;)
I have a new obsession, (Which is ironic because I'm listening to her song 'Obsessions')
MARINA & THE DIAMONDS.
She is awesome.
"Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette,
last nights love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed..."
HER ACOU
HO, I ain't yo' biatch. Watch yo' self, I'm in town. I'm going to your house to cut ya'. I'm writing a journal at the moment and I feel bad for using improper grammar in this reply to emphasize the fact I was goin to find you. I yell at my parents for using improper grammar when they text. I'm rambling, bye dear, and by the way. AWAKEN.
I am contemplating writing a song similar to the work of Ed Sheeran. IM me dear.