How can you take just a little,
Time and time again,
Then say you owe me nothing.
How can you just walk away,
Empty my life of colour,
Then expect me to still care?
How many times must you kick me,
Punch me and degrade me before
You expect me to fight back?
You tear my soul to shreds,
You rain insults on my back,
Just to smile at my face?
You know you could have had it all,
I would have given you the world,
I would have carried everything for you.
Now you've thrown it all away,
You threw it back in my face,
Thankyou.
She sat there at the table, the smoke carressing her softly rouged cheek like a long lost lover, turning her clear tears into gray clouds. She knew it was futile to consider these things,that nothing good coud ever come of thinking these thoughts, of looking for and exit. She'd been a part of this world, this culture for far too long to ever think she could change, that she was ever meant for anything else, that they would let her be anything more than she was, let her be decent. This was the grand design that had been planned for her, she was lost in sea of despair, no hope of leaving, no way of knowing how to or even if she could. She colle
When the dust settles around you,
You'll see I was right all along,
And when those clouds trap you,
I won't say I told you so.
You watch your step sweetheart,
Mind the gap but mind your head,
You won't be living forever,
You aren't immortal or invincible.
My kisses may be empty to you,
My hugs might have never warmed you,
But they mean something to someone,
They warm someone's heart.
You'll never know what you had,
The potential we could have reached,
Now I don't care, now I'm not needy,
I am just needed by my goddess.
A man has ridden his horse for days,
Hurrah, Hurrah,
The sweat does drip and the armour does chafe,
Hurrah, hurrah,
He reaches the dragon he came to slay,
Beats his shield and shouts 'Hurray'
He thrusts his sword into the beast,
And he is done today.
Angel in the Cafeteria by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
Angel in the Cafeteria
As I enter the room,
Shoulders heavy with alone,
There she sits,
Radiating tranquility.
The sun on her back,
Gives her the Halo she deserves,
And the steam from the meal behind,
Looks like silently moving, fragile wings.
I want to run to her,
I want so very much to hold her,
But I know in my heart that can't be,
She died four years ago
My eyes see she was moulded from steam,
A face emerging from the mist,
Nothing more real than wind,
She was there,
She was just...impalpable
Countless times have I flown,
Floating over this field of death,
Red from the iron soil
or the blood of sons and lovers?
Another shell explodes,
A new scar pressed upon the mud,
Wet from the April showers
or the blood of sons and lovers?
The sun sets on another day,
The sky is a deep crimson,
A reflection of fading light
or the blood of sons and lovers?
I don't know how long I've watched,
Innumerable battles fought,
To shed the chains of opression
or the blood of sons and lovers?
I know of the stories they tell,
They speak of my soul above battles,
They took what you call life
and the blood of a son and lover
Tempted into your web of deciet,
Of lies and of heartbreak,
You're a Black Widow,
Man-eater extrodinairé.
I can't say I complained,
Hell, it was so much fun,
But now the games are over,
Now that you're done with me.
I was your plaything,
A toy with conciousness,
Blind to your poisons,
Paralysed by my lust.
What was I to you?
Did I mean anything at all?
Was I simply your proof,
That you get your man?
I feel cheated and adrift,
Lost on oceans of heartbreak,
No map to find my way back,
No light to keep me off the rocks.
My patchwork boat,
It's leaking again,
I'm sinking down,
Into the dark waters.
All I need is a touch,
Are you ready to start this?
Do you want to get involved?
Are you afraid of who I am?
Do you care what you mean to me?
This pain runs in red streaks,
Making meandering rivers in my mind,
Destroy any coherant thoughts,
Talking without thought or feeling.
A hole in my face,
Nothing special,
Just a load of air,
Meaning everything.
The touch of your fingers to plastic,
It's made me give my shaded heart away,
Leaving spaces in my heart's palace,
Falling apart, ruining to nothingness.
On the plateau of my mind,
I can see for miles and miles,
All this darkness, schorched Earth,
Withered crops, withered bodies.
This is the landsca
What you want me to be by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
What you want me to be
Rush through my veins,
Reach my heart,
Make it swell, Explode,
With your smile.
Touch my skin,
Make it tingle,
Send me a shiver,
That runs down my spine.
Laugh in your eyes,
Make the light dance,
Make this special,
Make this room yours.
Smile on your lips,
Touch my soul,
Laugh as I shudder,
With ecstasy you bring.
With a kiss you can
make me anything at all,
Make me invincible
to the pain of yesterday.
I am just a canvas,
Reflecting what you do,
Being made into something,
Something more beautiful.
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I love all you crazy motherf*ckers
Imporatelier Moneo In Obscurum by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
Imporatelier Moneo In Obscurum
As I wait alone in the dark,
Waiting for you to come to the park,
All I can smell is Grass and Weed,
How many reasons do I have to bleed?
I wait for her by the front door,
The door of my heart thats so poor,
Because her Love is missing from there,
A pain that hurts even when I sleep.
Call me what you will, hurt me if you please,
Does it matter how much my heart bleeds?
I did not know there could be a pain so deep,
A pain that pains even while I sleep.
This Love thats held inside is eternal,
But are my attempts so damn infernal?
I know I ruined my life that day,
Because I chose the wrong thing to say.
But even though you have f
Is my soul worthy of life?
Is my body worth the air I breathe?
Would it be better to end it with a knife?
Would the pain be too much to leave behind?
Is it better to die by blade?
Is it better to die by rope?
Would it be better if the pain were unmade?
Would it be better to live in hope?
Is it better to be oblivious?
Is it better to be dead?
Would it be better for me to leave us?
Would it be better if me never again to tread?
Is it true we are never really alive?
Is it true we can\'t have what we yearn?
Would it be better if I left my life?
Would it be better if I could learn?
Can you hear the birds singing?
Can you hear the
To think without thought by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
To think without thought
How do you think without thought?
Smile without trying?
Sing when your heart is taught?
Stop your heart from being caught?
Feel alive without dying?
Life and Love go hand in hand,
But so do Life and Death,
Never let Love slip through your hand,
Like beach or desert sand,,
I have to make sure I have something left.
How do you Feel?
How do you Know?
How can you Kneel?
How can you show you Feel?
How can you Know?
Love makes us all blind,
Blind to their mistakes,
Yet you can still see behind,
And bad points are easy to find,
But to ruin only one wrong turn takes
He just sits there, staring
Staring with eyes of ice,
Not believing the clothes he\'s wearing,
Could be covered with the his wife.
All he wanted was to hold her tight,
But then she said she was leaving,
for a man more like Mr. Right,
As she said it her eyes were gleaming.
Sure he had hit her before,
\"Who doesn\'t?\" was his excuse,
But nothing like this kind of war,
All because she was loose.
He didn\'t mean to hit her so hard,
He didn\'t mean to break her neck,
And turn her nose into a broken shard,
He was so scared of the broken wreck.
Her face was bloody,
Her neck was askew,
He knew he could tell nobody,
He didnt believ
Do we really ever have a choice?
Or is it all down to fate?
Is it fate that you don\'t own a Rolls Royce?
Is it fate if you drop a plate?
Maybe we have several fates,
And choose which life to lead,
Maybe they\'re joined by forks and gates,
Yet, for choice, there is a need.
When we don\'t have choice,
We want to rebel, react,
We want that rich guys Rolls Royce,
WE want to be the guy with impact.
But is it fate when we are poor?
Is it fate when we fall in Love?
Is it fate that her heart, for me, has no door?
Is it fate when Life gives that final shove?
Maybe we have a limited role,
Maybe we are only God\'s playthings,
Maybe we
Questions Always Questions by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
Questions Always Questions
Do you care how I feel?
Am I just a cog in a wheel?
Do I have control over my life?
Am I ever going to have a wife?
Are these nightmares real?
Can I see? Can I feel?
Are these values of mine so valuable?
Can i get served at a high-class table?
Is there direction in my life?
Or am I drifting in this strife?
Is there any rank or order?
Or am I over Bedlam\'s border?
Does it matter when we die?
Can we be true, without being a lie?
Does it seem like we can win?
Can we just give up, give in?
Mirror Mirror on my wall by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
Mirror Mirror on my wall
I don\'t recognise my face no more,
I see the face of a wannabe whore,
Yet his looks let him down,
But is this a good looker in town?
She says she intrested in me,
As I\'m as wide as a tree,
I believed her, was I foolish so?
Do I crave Love more than I know?
The first chat was good,
We clicked, we talked, we understood,
But the second went not to well,
And left me feeling none to swell.
I apologised but I can\'t change the past,
I thought of this girl as a laugh, a blast,
I may end up bleeding, dead in the road,
I will look like a dead, overgrown toad.
Why do I care that she dislikes me?
Why do I care that her again I wish to
To sing with no voice by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
To sing with no voice
How can you sing with no voice?
How can you live with no choice?
How can you laugh without trying?
How can you try when inside you dying?
How can you sleep while being awake?
How can you give without take?
How can you Love with no heart?
How can you ever hope to become smart?
Is there Life after Death?
Is it fair to leave behind bereft?
Is your time yours to spend?
Is it God\'s which to us he lends?
Is there joy without pain?
Is it possible to measure gain?
Is what we own worth anything?
Is marriage all about the ring?
Does your life belong to you?
Does it belong to her heart too?
Does the heart have a job?
Does everybody s
Is it her eyes? Is it her Lips?
Is it her smile? Is it her bott?
Is it the want of a tender kiss?
Or is it just the whole damn lot?
I can\'t explain why I like her,
I can\'t be round my Love,
I can\'t give in to my desire,
I just can\'t live like this.
And what of the Woman?
Is it a hoax or does she like me?
How can i make the pain undone?
Have her feelings withered and died?
Sleep is an escape from the world,
Eternal sleep is the only exit,
All you need is for your plan to be unfurled,
And then your sleep shall be undisturbed.
My heart, has it shrivelled?
Has my heart died?
Is my hurt unveiled?
Can I sleep forever?
I hope that you stay the same,
The same beauty and fire,
That made my heart so lame,
With a Love that won\'t tire.
I sit and wait forever,
Until you grow tired of your toy,
I will tire of you never,
I want to be your boy.
Is sleep a thing that is given?
For being good to God,
If it is, I will be mad driven,
By lack of Land of Nod.
Why am I incapable of seeing?
Am I blind to her,
To the faults of her being,
My heart, on my sleeve, I wear.
Can I wear my heart on my sleeve?
When I have given it away
Can I not recieve a reprieve?
Will I sleep forever today?
Bleeding makes us real,
It makes us true humans,
Yet on my knees I w
If I was a mocking bird, I'd mock you in whispers and the winds of the passing breeze. With soft whispers and harsh words, I'd sit in the tree and watch you as you went along with everything that anyone has said. I'd sing until eve when you fell asleep, but only to wake you with the shrill of the coming dawn.
If I was a mocking bird, would you chain me to my cage and swallow the key? Would you let it fall into your hollow wits end until I die? I'd leave you to be alone in the silence of the twilight as the stars cried out. And I'd let you leave me so that I could be with myself and my mocking ways.
But if I was a mocking bird, the color of
I'm just a girl
I'm just a bitch
I'm just your 'fishnet temptress'
I'm just a statue
I'm just simple
I'm just stubborn
I'm just my size (no smaller, no larger)
I'm just lost
I'm just a crow (left of the murder)
I'm just a soul dancing in my sleep
I'm just nieve
I'm just a walking wonderbra
I'm just trapt
I'm just alone
I'm just content (Thanks Dr.Cheng)
I'm just a little ADHD
I'm just sneeky
I'm just unwell
I'm just your doll you dress up
I'm just the one (left behind)
I'm just waiting
I'm just wanting
I'm just wishing
I'm just a girl looking you in the eyes asking you to love her
Angel in the Cafeteria by captainpugwash, literature
Literature
Angel in the Cafeteria
As I enter the room,
Shoulders heavy with alone,
There she sits,
Radiating tranquility.
The sun on her back,
Gives her the Halo she deserves,
And the steam from the meal behind,
Looks like silently moving, fragile wings.
I want to run to her,
I want so very much to hold her,
But I know in my heart that can't be,
She died four years ago
My eyes see she was moulded from steam,
A face emerging from the mist,
Nothing more real than wind,
She was there,
She was just...impalpable
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Sorry to everyone for being away for so long. I have been busy with college and my brothers been on the computer a lot and I've had block BUT I have recently started work on a story I am writing. It is coming along slowly but slow and steady wins the race and all that. It is ever so slightly surreal and may disturb some of y'all but I hope it's a good read and when...if...I post it I want y'all to be honest with your comments. Another apology to all of those who have contributed to the 614 messages in my inbox. I would dearly love to be able to read them.
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I have to apologise to everybody because I have been snowed under with college work and have unfortunately not been on here enough, and thus have let my messages build up. I wish to apologise to everybody that has submitted a journal entry or a deviation as I have tried working through these mesages, but I just don't have the time, therefore I have to perform a purge. :(
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Keep yourselves safe and artisitic. I will attempt to look over your deviations on your pages but I cannot promise anything. I am truly sorry for this.
Today I discovered that my deviantart account has had its first birthday yesterday :D Hurrah for me not losing my mind and jumping off an indescript cliff or bridge and I must say that I have grown much since my time here began. I began life here depressed, alone and unable to write of anything but suicide, a typical angst-ridden teenager. Now I am happy, with a beautiful woman and I have no desire to jump off any cliff or bridge whatsoever :D
Happy birthday to me :hug: to self
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