Newest
on days like thesethis morning i noticed the colors were all the same i woke up with about three dollars and all this useless trash that wears my name. guess i should make myself do this work i couldn't bring myself to before, so i can eat and buy more trash that doesn't mean anything. it's hard to find motivation in anything when you spend so much time thinking about how to kill yourself, really - what else can seem important next to that? but if i take this step i want to, can i will i make it there, a place where the walls aren't grey? oron days like these
by ~Apathogen
ButterfliesYou and I, we're far from perfect. We make gross misunderstandings; we say hurtful things we do not mean. We can't find the words to express our feelings.Butterflies
Our love (this word which holds as much meaning as a sunset rendered in charcoal) is not limitless, and neither is our patience.
But at the feet of this feeling cheapened by a word, I am humbled. For the first time in my life, I looked into your eyes and you smiled, and my heart skipped a beat.
Butterflies.
Seeing two people in love is like watching a frame from the middle of a movie... you can look at it and see what's going on, but it's
by ~Apathogen
InsomniaHe laid there, and thought about his dream; thought of the fear and excitement that came from stealing cigarettes from a purse. And that poor, lonely, 8 foot man in a shopping mall, who wanted nothing more than to be loved and held - burned out from years of hard drug overuse; a man with the mind of a child, who the security guards dragged away sobbing. He thought about the way her face looked when she saw the milky way above, spinning in an unrealistically glorious fashion, free the fetters of atmosphere. And why did she brake and stop the vehicle so abruptly in the highway's center, oblivious to traffic and paying heed only to the allure ofInsomnia
by ~Apathogen
the last goodbye is a...this last goodbye is not the same as others that we spake, in the spring of our youth when the apple blossoms smelled so sweetly.the last goodbye is a...
these words are not ours (which were dirty and familiar) but forced plastic phrases, the excuses of downturned eyes.
"we'll see each other again i'm sure" is what i say before your head finds my shoulder. it's habit, routine, cliché, and that makes it all the more damned real.
today you are the reason my life has meaning and form, because these pangs of mortality reassure me that love exists.
let stand this proud mon
by ~Apathogen
Random Favourites
where once it was, it is not
Eye CandydeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Homeless, at the moment.
- Interests: Cheese. Music. Frivolity. Computers. Romance. Randomness and Spontaneity. Philosophy. Other stuff...
- Favourite movie: Vanilla Sky, perhaps
- Favourite band or musician: Death Cab, The D-Plan, Aphex Twin
- Favourite genre of music: Indie or Electronic
- Favourite artist: M.C. Escher
- Favourite poet or writer: e.e. cummings
- Operating System: Windows
- MP3 player of choice: iTunes
- Shell of choice: Um... conch shells.
- Wallpaper of choice: I change it every week.
- Skin of choice: I usually wear my human skin. Sometimes I like to wear the invisible one to freak people out.
- Favourite game: Unreal Tournament
- Favourite gaming platform: PC/SNES
- Favourite cartoon character: Yagami Light (Death Note)
- Personal Quote: A life worth living is lived in search of something worth dying for.
- Tools of the Trade: A camera, Uniball Vision 0.5 mm fine
- AIM: ilessthan3ponies
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
Rain falls from above, like heaven-sent novacaine...
*********
*** nature is everything ***
--
Rain falls from above, like heaven-sent novacaine...
--
"...She would go about the fields dancing and wherever her light feet touched the ground flowers would emerge..."
--
Rain falls from above, like heaven-sent novacaine...
--
"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." -John Cage
--
Rain falls from above, like heaven-sent novacaine...
--
99% of the teenage population thinks that raver kids and rivetheads are weird, but if you are part of the 1% that would love fucking to techno music, copy and paste this into your sig.
Nabbed from deviantinvader :]
I love hugs :]
--
Rain falls from above, like heaven-sent novacaine...
Yeah, I just posted a bunch of flower shots... so that's why they come up a lot... yeah... you probably already knew that... yeah...
--
99% of the teenage population thinks that raver kids and rivetheads are weird, but if you are part of the 1% that would love fucking to techno music, copy and paste this into your sig.
Nabbed from deviantinvader :]
I love hugs :]