Con't Of Beginning Of The End Chapter One by blugirlnomore, literature
Literature
Con't Of Beginning Of The End Chapter One
Warm golden sunbeams shine down from a vivid blue sky. The light makes the grass seem just perfect. A light breeze dances through the trees surrounding the field. The area has been untouched by man, natures song plays endlessly in the air. A chorus of birds sing out to the melody of nature's song. Nature's song seems to be too loud for a sleeping girl, waking the girl up all alone under an oak tree.
The girl's appearance seems a little distorted, appearing that she has been through a tough time. Her silver silk dress is torn up to her knees which once stuck to her like a glove but now is just stuck to her by sweat. Her auburn hair is windsw
Look into thine eye
What do you see?
A path of broken dreams
A layer of the unseen
Deserts of memories
Undead beings walking the streams
Formed from the fears of sorrow
That's just the start
Of what's behind my eyes.
Con't Of Beginning Of The End Chapter One by blugirlnomore, literature
Literature
Con't Of Beginning Of The End Chapter One
Warm golden sunbeams shine down from a vivid blue sky. The light makes the grass seem just perfect. A light breeze dances through the trees surrounding the field. The area has been untouched by man, natures song plays endlessly in the air. A chorus of birds sing out to the melody of nature's song. Nature's song seems to be too loud for a sleeping girl, waking the girl up all alone under an oak tree.
The girl's appearance seems a little distorted, appearing that she has been through a tough time. Her silver silk dress is torn up to her knees which once stuck to her like a glove but now is just stuck to her by sweat. Her auburn hair is windsw
Look into thine eye
What do you see?
A path of broken dreams
A layer of the unseen
Deserts of memories
Undead beings walking the streams
Formed from the fears of sorrow
That's just the start
Of what's behind my eyes.
I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
i got married last night
you weren't there at all
i thought of your face
on the train to the hall
you were suposed to be there
for good times and bad
getting married without you
was the worst that ive had
you didnt object
or take me away
dindn't walk me down the aile
or convince me to stay
you didn't hold the rings
or sing in the church
the gap in my heart
made it much worse
you didnt say i love you
or steal me away
you promised you would
on that faithfull day
you didn't hold my hand
or share the suite
you left it alone
so it was all neat
i got married last night
and on the train
to the chur
I have a mix of things that I do which include writing (stories, poems, songs, plays, scripts), Drawing/ painting/ sketches. I think that's most of them from the top of my head.