Such a bitter taste to swallow The acid corrodes on its way down my throat It's poison leaches into my blood and bones Seizing my muscles, clogging my lungs Its crushing, choking, bruising, burning, squeezing. I struggle to breathe through it all. Trapped in the encroaching nightmare and devastating memories, I am helpless. All of the loud, empty noise crowds in. Shadowy wisps whisper hate Manipulating me into acting on impulses. Echoes chime in with words long since spoken, Forgotten by those who said it, yet tattooed on my heart forever. Screams drown out my pleas Silencing my thoughts and voice, stripping me of my fight. Finally, the laughter sounds, ringing in my mind Mocking my suffering. My eyes redden Is it caused by paralyzing fear, unspoken rage, or unshed tears? My skin crawls in disgust Goosebumps spread, flesh trying to flee from the phantom caresses. Spectral scars settle into their places, searing my body Its tendrils stretching, searching for more Stinging as the
He opened his eyes and rolled to the other side of his bed where he picked up his cellphone from the nightstand to check what time it was. 8:00 AM it claimed. Blinking were five missed messages. Clicking to view them he noted two were text messages and three were phone calls.
The first text message said, "I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t give up on me."
The first voicemail was calm as she said,"Please pick up. I need to talk to you. Please. I need your help.”
Heavy sobs overtook most of the next voicemail, but he heard the message with a heavy heart what she said.
“Please call me back. I am holdi
The Tale of a Bisexual by Cookies-n-Scream, literature
Literature
The Tale of a Bisexual
She walked in dressed in black
During my darkest, lowest point of my life
She chased away the sorrow bringing in the joy I lack
A fantasy come true, and with her I forgot about my strife
I wanted to show her off to the whole town,
But reality has a nasty habit of crashing down.
I loved and lost her in this hateful world
Neither of us willing to give up our families and beliefs
Nor submit ourselves to the insults they hurled.
Though it pains me to say “She is just a friend” it brings relief
To know at least she is somewhat with me.
Perhaps in another universe we are meant to be
He came into my life unexpectedly, giving me a home
The unwritten words on the blank page
Strangle me into silence
Pleas for a savior go unspoken.
Drowning in the sea of unused ink,
Trapped in the vice of pressure
I sink into despair.
With the hands around my throat
I collapse without any air.
It was his drink of choice.
When I tried it for the first time
it tasted as salty as the tears
that I cried for sixteen years
And was as bitter as my memories.
Mommy do you hear me? by Cookies-n-Scream, literature
Literature
Mommy do you hear me?
Mommy, mommy
He has murdered me.
Mommy, mommy
Do not weep for me.
I held on like you.
I fought like you.
Mommy, mommy
It will be okay.
I tried so hard
But I am not as
strong as you.
Mommy, mommy
Do you love me?
Mommy, mommy
Are you proud of me?
Will you remember me?
I love you most of all.
I have watched my mother
slap down a thousand fists.
I have seen her rise like a phoenix
Shaking of the ashes of her death
And defend her children.
I have seen her say no
Though there is a knife against her throat.
Staring down the bottom of a barrel of a gun
She has refused to leave her children behind.
Facing death and hell for us.
I have seen her fight for us
Bleed for us, and fall for us.
Her drive across a lawn to get away.
I have seen her defy all rules
For us.
And if you think for ONE minute
I will not be just like her
And fight tooth and nail like her?
That I will not defend her?
You have thought mighty wrong.
Do not think I am w
Such a bitter taste to swallow The acid corrodes on its way down my throat It's poison leaches into my blood and bones Seizing my muscles, clogging my lungs Its crushing, choking, bruising, burning, squeezing. I struggle to breathe through it all. Trapped in the encroaching nightmare and devastating memories, I am helpless. All of the loud, empty noise crowds in. Shadowy wisps whisper hate Manipulating me into acting on impulses. Echoes chime in with words long since spoken, Forgotten by those who said it, yet tattooed on my heart forever. Screams drown out my pleas Silencing my thoughts and voice, stripping me of my fight. Finally, the laughter sounds, ringing in my mind Mocking my suffering. My eyes redden Is it caused by paralyzing fear, unspoken rage, or unshed tears? My skin crawls in disgust Goosebumps spread, flesh trying to flee from the phantom caresses. Spectral scars settle into their places, searing my body Its tendrils stretching, searching for more Stinging as the
He opened his eyes and rolled to the other side of his bed where he picked up his cellphone from the nightstand to check what time it was. 8:00 AM it claimed. Blinking were five missed messages. Clicking to view them he noted two were text messages and three were phone calls.
The first text message said, "I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t give up on me."
The first voicemail was calm as she said,"Please pick up. I need to talk to you. Please. I need your help.”
Heavy sobs overtook most of the next voicemail, but he heard the message with a heavy heart what she said.
“Please call me back. I am holdi
The Tale of a Bisexual by Cookies-n-Scream, literature
Literature
The Tale of a Bisexual
She walked in dressed in black
During my darkest, lowest point of my life
She chased away the sorrow bringing in the joy I lack
A fantasy come true, and with her I forgot about my strife
I wanted to show her off to the whole town,
But reality has a nasty habit of crashing down.
I loved and lost her in this hateful world
Neither of us willing to give up our families and beliefs
Nor submit ourselves to the insults they hurled.
Though it pains me to say “She is just a friend” it brings relief
To know at least she is somewhat with me.
Perhaps in another universe we are meant to be
He came into my life unexpectedly, giving me a home
The unwritten words on the blank page
Strangle me into silence
Pleas for a savior go unspoken.
Drowning in the sea of unused ink,
Trapped in the vice of pressure
I sink into despair.
With the hands around my throat
I collapse without any air.
It was his drink of choice.
When I tried it for the first time
it tasted as salty as the tears
that I cried for sixteen years
And was as bitter as my memories.
Mommy do you hear me? by Cookies-n-Scream, literature
Literature
Mommy do you hear me?
Mommy, mommy
He has murdered me.
Mommy, mommy
Do not weep for me.
I held on like you.
I fought like you.
Mommy, mommy
It will be okay.
I tried so hard
But I am not as
strong as you.
Mommy, mommy
Do you love me?
Mommy, mommy
Are you proud of me?
Will you remember me?
I love you most of all.
I have watched my mother
slap down a thousand fists.
I have seen her rise like a phoenix
Shaking of the ashes of her death
And defend her children.
I have seen her say no
Though there is a knife against her throat.
Staring down the bottom of a barrel of a gun
She has refused to leave her children behind.
Facing death and hell for us.
I have seen her fight for us
Bleed for us, and fall for us.
Her drive across a lawn to get away.
I have seen her defy all rules
For us.
And if you think for ONE minute
I will not be just like her
And fight tooth and nail like her?
That I will not defend her?
You have thought mighty wrong.
Do not think I am w
Sleep is so much easier when it rains by level20mallow, literature
Literature
Sleep is so much easier when it rains
Sleep is so much easier when it rains because I can't tell the difference between closed eyes and dark skies. Sleep is so much easier when it rains because lightning strikes down my nightmares and floods wash them away. Sleep is so much easier when it rains because you can't hear my cries over the thunderclaps. Sleep is so much easier when it rains because you can't tell the difference between teardrops and raindrops. Sleep is so much easier when it rains because there's nothing like waking up to the sun.
Zero voice mails, empty inboxes, more letters from the IRS, banks, Army vacant chairs at the table, lots of room on the couch, a one man movie night again. “I’m so sorry I missed it!” “That was yesterday? Damn, sorry man.” “Oh, I’m actually busy right now.” “Yeah, I’ll be around more.” “Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” Not an amputation, no slamming doors, three-page farewells, tearful goodbyes; surgical, painful, definitive, closure, the bandages of time. Fading, forgotten cruelty without malice, aware, encroaching invisibility, impossible to stop.
Have you ever felt trapped?
Maybe behind a lock.
Maybe inside a thought,
or a memory.
Trapped with your enemy
in a tight space.
Begging for a way
to find a window or a door.
For a way to break through,
break out,
get some air in your lungs
and words in your mouth.
Banging your knuckles
bloody and blue
until it’s utterly obvious
that there is no escape.
There is no other way.
Panic caves to cries,
because you’ve tried
too many times.
Cries cave to silence,
an understated violence
in each scream left unvoiced.
You no longer dream.
It would only remind you
that there’s no choice
in where you are.
Wrought iron bars.
A prison so
and I'm still dying to bask in your love; like a seedling withers without the warm rays of the brilliant sun "love yourself," the cruel gardener whispered, when they planted me here in the wilderness; no greenhouse to thrive in and I wonder who blotted out the sun or whether it never was
deviantWEAR sizing preference: N/A Print preference: N/A Favourite genre of music: everything Favourite photographer: my godfather Favourite style of art: anime MP3 player of choice: ipod Wallpaper of choice: N/A Skin of choice: N/A Favourite cartoon character: Minto Aizawa Personal Quote: you are beautiful no matter what they say
Favourite Visual Artist
Rachel Nabors
Favourite Movies
Beauty and the Beast
Favourite TV Shows
Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, Suburgatory, The Neighbors
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Secondhand Serenade
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, The Blue Girl, Anita Blake the vampire hunter series
Favourite Writers
don't have favorites
Favourite Games
Zelda games
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii
Tools of the Trade
pencils
Other Interests
tokyo mew mew, anime, art, music, searching the web, writing
-For acen I'm thinking about being Beyond Birthday since I've done Misa, Kira/Light, and L before. It's slightly harder than it seems because apparently no store sells long-sleeved white shirt. ;w;
-I also have a Sailor Mars costume so I may go as her.
-not sure about a third costume idea.
-I'm buying a steel-boned corset from a friend :3 since the size would be mine and its too big for her and she wants a new one at Acen so I'm buying it off her.
-I might do another series of photos involving demons and blood and horror and stuff. Not sure.
-also to the people who are follow this DA and don't know me in real life, I pretty much chopped
having a super short haircut is almost natural.
like immediately i forgot what it was like to have long hair.
some times i forget I ever had long hair.
i'm working on costumes for the seven holy virtues and seven deadly sins. I'll be incorporating paints and certain colors that represent it.
Sins:
lust, red-pink
gluttony, orange
greed, gold
sloth, light blue
envy, green
wrath, dark red
pride. violet
Virtues:
chastity, white
temperance, working on that
charity, light purple
diligence, light green
patience, gray
kindness, yellow
humility, brown
Currently trending right now is Chiitan, a fun mascot that does stuff that is extremely painful but also really funny. Watching hours of videos of Chiitan, you can see the range of things they do to make you have a good laugh. This past year, more violent or self hurting characters are popping up. While they look cute and seem innocent, they tend to have a nasty humor to them. I wanted to mix the two cute but bad humor characters that I’ve fallen in love with into one gif, and of course adding fire never hurts. By taking clips from youtube and mashing the layers, i was able to make something that in a way shows myself on the inside everyday I come to school. Falling, on fire and overall screaming on the inside.