My heart cracks as he smiles that smirk
The pain inside threatens to overtake me
I realise to my utermost internal dread
That beautiful smile just isn't meant for me
He treats me like his dear sweet friend
Then cuts me down to please his humour
Teases me relentlessly until I breakdown
All the while passing it off as a bit of fun
Sometimes he treats me like a precious little gem
Until he sees her then I am tossed aside
Like a second-hand doll he has no use for
Still I forgive him against my better judgement
I should no better I should let him go
But those mischievous eyes silence my conscience
My brain is numb only to be po
My hands tremble as I graze the grass around me.
The summer breeze tousles my hair.
My breath catches as I take in the surroundings.
The sun beats down on my skin.
And my eyes hunt for someone to notice.
I silently laugh at the irony.
That no one will ever know.
The most obvious matters.
Are always the hardest to identify.
My frail hands skim over the soft blades.
The gusts of wind tangle my brittle hair.
My shallow breathing continues to capture.
The blistering ball of fire attacks my fragile skin.
My eyes hunt for someone to notice.
Just how far I have gone.
Yet no one can see the reality.
Of what is in front of their eyes.
I crush the petals in my blood soaked hands
White roses turn red from my crimson cuts
I rip up the card to which you poured out your soul
And gave me sweet kisses of death as you let me slip away
Piece by piece my heart crumbles and burns
As I stab each photo of you with my trusty blade
My sour tears cut paths down my cheeks
And ruby lines create patterns down my pale skin
I throw out the memories of our lives together
As the sweet sense of loneliness envelopes me in its hollow arms
Your voice whispers into my loveless soul
Consoles and soothes me late into the night
I now understand my darling love
You were just a mistake my b
The Significant Outsider by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
The Significant Outsider
I am an ordinary girl
Who sits on the outskirts of life
With waist length straggly blond hair
And a knack for seeing the unseen
I live in a private wonderland
Aside from everyone else
I see what people can't admit
And watch as their lives unfold
I saw my best friend suffer in love
As he slipped straight through her fingers
The further he went the closer she was to giving up
Until he finally bought her back
At the wedding I saw their eyes lock
As they struggled to let go
The countless nights she cried on my shoulder
After he left to defeat You-Know-Who
Her brother struggled also
To admit his lve for another
He wandered throu
I walk down the halls
Alienated from your perfect lives
The 'cutter' and 'freak' you call me
The words that cut deeper than a blade
I yearn for the cold and icy touch
Of my secret best friend
And the blood running delicatley down my skin
The day passes by in a mournful daze
I keep to the shadows behind the cloak of my hair
And watch the hands of the clock tick slowly round
While the whispers and stares carve right through me
Each scratch has a hidden story
Which you all play a significant part
Until i return home at sunset
And close the door to my private world
With my secret best friend in tow
He sits on his throne
His bones clad in black
Or his red skin covered
By a blanket of death
Until you finally face him
He is the darkest or mysteries
His actions of hatred and pain
That he causes us to perform
A girl with scars on her skin
A man who kills his enemy
A child who sits and cries out her heart
Is all part of his grand finale
We are his actors and puppets
We live to amuse and entertain him
He watches with deep satisfaction
as we all kneel to his feet
And surrender our souls to him
Through A Mothers Eyes by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
Through A Mothers Eyes
It all started almost 7 years ago, when my youngest son left for Hogwarts. I knew nothing would be the same again. After his first year, he would rant for hours about his newfound friendship with a 'bossy know-it-all' girl. But behind his annoyance filled eyes, something had appeared, like a flower starting to bloom.
He fought against his growing feelings for a bushy haired girl as the years slowly passed by. She soon integrated herself into our family, becoming a sister to Ginny and a daughter to me. I continued to look upon their blossoming love and the constant childish bickering, as an act of covering up their feelings. The year of the Y
The walls around me close in fast
Tell me of memories and horrors past
Bright faces and dancing eyes
Hide the fact that its all lies
The call of death keeps me awake
I listen to its words for my own sake
White tissues turn as red as a rose
From mopping up the pain that nobody knows
Hidden secrets that are left untold
A series of events that will soon unfold
I sit and wait for the end of my life
In the end its up to the edge of a knife
Maybe in the end people will see
That all along life was suffocating me
My heart cracks as he smiles that smirk
The pain inside threatens to overtake me
I realise to my utermost internal dread
That beautiful smile just isn't meant for me
He treats me like his dear sweet friend
Then cuts me down to please his humour
Teases me relentlessly until I breakdown
All the while passing it off as a bit of fun
Sometimes he treats me like a precious little gem
Until he sees her then I am tossed aside
Like a second-hand doll he has no use for
Still I forgive him against my better judgement
I should no better I should let him go
But those mischievous eyes silence my conscience
My brain is numb only to be po
My hands tremble as I graze the grass around me.
The summer breeze tousles my hair.
My breath catches as I take in the surroundings.
The sun beats down on my skin.
And my eyes hunt for someone to notice.
I silently laugh at the irony.
That no one will ever know.
The most obvious matters.
Are always the hardest to identify.
My frail hands skim over the soft blades.
The gusts of wind tangle my brittle hair.
My shallow breathing continues to capture.
The blistering ball of fire attacks my fragile skin.
My eyes hunt for someone to notice.
Just how far I have gone.
Yet no one can see the reality.
Of what is in front of their eyes.
I crush the petals in my blood soaked hands
White roses turn red from my crimson cuts
I rip up the card to which you poured out your soul
And gave me sweet kisses of death as you let me slip away
Piece by piece my heart crumbles and burns
As I stab each photo of you with my trusty blade
My sour tears cut paths down my cheeks
And ruby lines create patterns down my pale skin
I throw out the memories of our lives together
As the sweet sense of loneliness envelopes me in its hollow arms
Your voice whispers into my loveless soul
Consoles and soothes me late into the night
I now understand my darling love
You were just a mistake my b
The Significant Outsider by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
The Significant Outsider
I am an ordinary girl
Who sits on the outskirts of life
With waist length straggly blond hair
And a knack for seeing the unseen
I live in a private wonderland
Aside from everyone else
I see what people can't admit
And watch as their lives unfold
I saw my best friend suffer in love
As he slipped straight through her fingers
The further he went the closer she was to giving up
Until he finally bought her back
At the wedding I saw their eyes lock
As they struggled to let go
The countless nights she cried on my shoulder
After he left to defeat You-Know-Who
Her brother struggled also
To admit his lve for another
He wandered throu
I walk down the halls
Alienated from your perfect lives
The 'cutter' and 'freak' you call me
The words that cut deeper than a blade
I yearn for the cold and icy touch
Of my secret best friend
And the blood running delicatley down my skin
The day passes by in a mournful daze
I keep to the shadows behind the cloak of my hair
And watch the hands of the clock tick slowly round
While the whispers and stares carve right through me
Each scratch has a hidden story
Which you all play a significant part
Until i return home at sunset
And close the door to my private world
With my secret best friend in tow
He sits on his throne
His bones clad in black
Or his red skin covered
By a blanket of death
Until you finally face him
He is the darkest or mysteries
His actions of hatred and pain
That he causes us to perform
A girl with scars on her skin
A man who kills his enemy
A child who sits and cries out her heart
Is all part of his grand finale
We are his actors and puppets
We live to amuse and entertain him
He watches with deep satisfaction
as we all kneel to his feet
And surrender our souls to him
Through A Mothers Eyes by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
Through A Mothers Eyes
It all started almost 7 years ago, when my youngest son left for Hogwarts. I knew nothing would be the same again. After his first year, he would rant for hours about his newfound friendship with a 'bossy know-it-all' girl. But behind his annoyance filled eyes, something had appeared, like a flower starting to bloom.
He fought against his growing feelings for a bushy haired girl as the years slowly passed by. She soon integrated herself into our family, becoming a sister to Ginny and a daughter to me. I continued to look upon their blossoming love and the constant childish bickering, as an act of covering up their feelings. The year of the Y
The walls around me close in fast
Tell me of memories and horrors past
Bright faces and dancing eyes
Hide the fact that its all lies
The call of death keeps me awake
I listen to its words for my own sake
White tissues turn as red as a rose
From mopping up the pain that nobody knows
Hidden secrets that are left untold
A series of events that will soon unfold
I sit and wait for the end of my life
In the end its up to the edge of a knife
Maybe in the end people will see
That all along life was suffocating me
The Significant Outsider by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
The Significant Outsider
I am an ordinary girl
Who sits on the outskirts of life
With waist length straggly blond hair
And a knack for seeing the unseen
I live in a private wonderland
Aside from everyone else
I see what people can't admit
And watch as their lives unfold
I saw my best friend suffer in love
As he slipped straight through her fingers
The further he went the closer she was to giving up
Until he finally bought her back
At the wedding I saw their eyes lock
As they struggled to let go
The countless nights she cried on my shoulder
After he left to defeat You-Know-Who
Her brother struggled also
To admit his lve for another
He wandered throu
Through A Mothers Eyes by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
Through A Mothers Eyes
It all started almost 7 years ago, when my youngest son left for Hogwarts. I knew nothing would be the same again. After his first year, he would rant for hours about his newfound friendship with a 'bossy know-it-all' girl. But behind his annoyance filled eyes, something had appeared, like a flower starting to bloom.
He fought against his growing feelings for a bushy haired girl as the years slowly passed by. She soon integrated herself into our family, becoming a sister to Ginny and a daughter to me. I continued to look upon their blossoming love and the constant childish bickering, as an act of covering up their feelings. The year of the Y
She sits alone silently under the whomping willow.
Cascading red hair floating and flying around her.
Even the whomping willow doesn't seem too active today.
Not on a day like this anyway.
A day where everything that once fitted and made sense.
Spiraled out of control in a matter of hours.
Although it seemed to carry on for years.
She softly brushes the grass around her.
Remembering the times she spent with him here.
It all seems so long ago now.
How long had it been?
Since she had last set eyes on him.
Almost six months and not a word.
He could be dead, no, she would not allow that thought to form in her mind.
She had to believ
A Ghost and a Burden by XOShadowSoulXO, literature
Literature
A Ghost and a Burden
Petunia Dursley sat alone on her bed and surveyed her bedroom. She had lived in this house for 20 years. This was the first house that she had bought with her husband. The house where her son had grown up into a young man. The house where 16 long years ago, she was told by a wizard, that her only sister had been murdered. Petunia never cried. Not until that day anyway. She was careful to stay in her usual stony faced posture around her husband, but when he had left the house, she broke down. She couldn't block out the image of those perfect emerald eyes. How she had tormented her about what she was. Maybe thats why she seemed to hate her neph
I felt my heartbeat quicken as she entered the corridor. She walked with a sort of fierceness and aggresiveness that made me pratically sprint towards her. I stopped infront of her and put on my signature cocky smile. That would make her melt. She looked up into my eyes with a look of utter disgust on her face. Typical. "What do you want Potter?". Her smoothly sarcastic voice filled my ears. "Just looking for my daily dose of your eyes Evans". As I said it with a cocky edge to my voice, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted as she licked them. Oh hell, that was hot. She had a look on her face that suggested that she was searching her brain fo
Pain. Cursing through me like hot wired splinters. My forearm burned as Bellatrix's wand carved letters deep into my skin. I could feel blood trickling down my arm like a warm, smooth river. I screamed out all the air that I had in my lungs. This had to be what true suffering felt like. As Bellatrix's wand stabbed my arm again, I felt a sense of lonliness and discreet death. I pictured Ron's face and kept my thoughts fixated on him. His flaming red hair. His stupid yet sweet and protective personality. His eyes that always sent me into a loving trance. I screamed as loud as I could. Hoping and praying that he would follow my voice. Each lette
Ron Weasley sat on an old creaky stool at the back of the leaky cauldron absorbed in his thoughts. How could he have left her? How could he have kept on walking away from her pleading screams? She must hate him. He hates himself. Leaving Harry and Hermione behind to die. He couldn't face going back home. Facing them. Too many questions. What hurt most is the thought of facing his little sister, and telling her that he didn't know whether the love of her life was dead or not. How he had abandoned his best friend. He could see Ginny's face clearly, the tears welling up in her chocolate brown eyes, spilling uncontrollably. That would be too much
That was bloody close. Christ, those snatchers must be as stupid as they look. Ron Weasley let these thoughts swirl around his brain as he tried to come up with a plan to save his potentially dead girlfriend and best friend. Its true. He was close to getting taken away by the Snape lookalike snatchers, until he slipped them some story of dying his hair red to escape from his psycotic girlfriend (sort of true, if you mean not completing your homework the night that its set). At the thought of Hermione he felt a blinding panic raise into his heart and making his stomach drop. There was no way Hermione was dead. She couldn't be. He would not let
Harry knew this was coming. He could see the scene now. Shiny tears streaming down her perfect face. Leaving shimmering lines across her pale, flawless skin. He wouldn't be able to look at her. But he knew her well. She would hold his gaze. Challenging him somewhat. She would put her hands on his face and lower his lips to hers. That would make him weak. Thats the things about Ginny, even a small glance causes his heart to swell with love. She had a way of making him forget about what he was going to do when he left her. He couldn't think about that now. He had to say his final goodbyes. He slowly, almost reluctantly, desended the stairs. On
God, I looked a mess. My hair was flat, dull and dry, not its normal vibrant and shiny state. My eyes looked small, red and puffy, like I hadn't slept in weeks. Actually thats what I felt like. I felt drained withered and tired. No, I had to keep it together. I had to be strong. Not just for me, but for him aswell. "Ginny!". Crap. Mum was calling me down for tea, which would then lead to awkward eye contact and possibly tears. I sighed out my frustration and hauled my seemingly heavy body off my bed. I looked at my clock. 7:30. Three hours since my life had officialy ended. My love life anyway. Three hours since Harry had took me outside, sat
It started so many years ago.
A little problem that proceeded to grow,
How big it would get, no one could know.
But if they had, it could have helped so.
She grasped the blade, it touched her skin;
This is where the saga did begin.
She cut herself to remove her sin,
The evil poured out as the steel went in.
She soon realized that each cut brought release
It brought her harmony, brought her peace.
It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease?
The amount of cutting began to increase.
It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain
She'd cut one day, then try to abstain.
You can't understand, because it's hard to explain;
Bu
I'm holding on to secrets so tightly my hands start to burn.
Winter has come full-force, wind sending the windows quivering against their panes and snow blanketing the Earth in an ivory sheen. We're all bundled up inside, pressed together for warmth to maybe give a bit of it to the not-still-living locked up in a metallic casket no bigger than a shoe box. The mix of flowers yellow roses, her favorite and the musty smell of the funeral home permeates everything, makes my nose crinkle up and eyes sting, spilling over with tears.
The sea of nameless, faceless acquaintances part as I walk forward, cold hands on my back and muted, g
The perfect girl you ask?
She doesn't have a look
I don't picture anything
Such as bleach blond hair
and sea green eyes
Or hair red as the sun
with deep blue eyes
I see a girl
Who cares for others
And would happily open her doors
To a family in need
Just so they wouldn't freeze
I see a girl
Who can laugh at herself
and be able to love
She's sweet as pie
And the diamond of my eye
In my eyes, she'll always be
Well, perfect.
No matter what the world says
I'll build her up
When they tear her down
She's the angel on this Earth
I just haven't found her...
At least, not yet
in the night
you lie awake
you know well
its food you crave
you rise and go
down the stairs
gorge yourself
till your stomach tears
so much food
it physically hurts
and then disgrace
you feel like dirt
back upstairs
the bathroom calls
once inside
you lock the door
this routine
you know by heart
kneeling down
is the first part
then the fingers
down the throat
the gagging starts
you cough and choke
up your neck
that burning feeling
it hurts so much
so unappealing
but this addiction
the need, the urge
you know its bad
yet you still purge
wiping tears
from your eyes
you cry and shake
then you arise
the word d
Ana whispers in the dark
Ana tells me she's my friend.
Ana says she'll fill the emptiness
Without me being fed.
Ana says we'll do this together
Ana says she'll teach me to survive
Eating less and less each day
Just enough to keep me alive.
Ana I'm dying
And Ana you're lying
Telling me you will
help me keep control.
Ana I'm crying
And Ana I'm finding
That you need
to let me go.
Ana tells me that I'm almost there
But that I've got so much more to lose.
Ana promises that I will be thin
She tells me food I must refuse.
Ana points out all my faults
Skin's too soft, stomach's too large
Ana says to not give up
She's the one th
Barbie said to Raggedy Ann,
"dye your hair and get a tan."
"Okay," said Ann, "okay, okay."
Maybe someone will love me this way.
Barbie said to G.I. Joe,
"the war is over, don't you know?"
"I know," said Joe, "I know, I know."
But where else is there for me to go?
Barbie said to the Gumby doll,
"Green's not really your color at all."
"I guess," said Gum, "I guess, I guess,"
Maybe that's why I'm so depressed.
Barbie said to me one day,
"You'd look better starved away."
"Oh yes," I said, "oh yes, oh yes,"
I could survive on so much less.
Barbie said to the Earth one day,
"I think you'd all look good my way."
"Of course," we sai
Glance in the mirror
What do you see?
Absolute perfection
Or your very worst nightmare
The tears begin to fall
Glimmering lines shine in the light
You block out the image
Of the body you've grown to loathe
The bones begin to appear
You've not gone far enough
Just another two stone
And you'll finally be happy
But you know deep down
It will never be enough
You love the feeling
Of being lighter than air
Even if sometimes
You can't even stand
Without falling back down
People begin to talk
You hide yourself away
Abuse gets thrown at you
Its just a crack in the surface
But soon your afraid you'll shatter
One stone to go
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't written anything in ages, major exam stress and busy moving house :)
I really need help, I need ideas of what I could write about, any ideas that anyone has for me would be greatly appreciated, whether its titles, or themes all ideas are welcome, especially if its darker imagery.
Thanks guys!!
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Ok, is it just me, but whenever I watch one of those movies like Hocus Pocus or watch The Vampire Diaries, am I insane when I say that I wish that I lived in a town like that. At the moment I live in a small village, but totally over populated. We are supposed to be moving house in the next 6 weeks, which will be good, but I am officially tired and bored of Engalnd. Its like the exact same places each week, and its just too busy and loud. I totally want to live in that small town in the middle of nowhere, where only about 3,000 people live or something like that. Hopefully when I finish school and have some actual money, I will be able to mov