What Lies Underneath The Surface by Kirooshiyama-Chan, literature
Literature
What Lies Underneath The Surface
The light shines through,
The body under the covers groans,
He does not want to wake up,
And face reality.
He knows he has to at one point,
Or another.
He leaves his dream world,
And rises.
With a sigh,
He starts to get ready.
He stares at what he has to wear,
He picks what he to wear,
He picks what he thinks looks,
Believable.
He wishes he could shred the materials in front of him,
But he can't,
Reality won't let him.
He shoves on the garments,
He heads to the mirror,
Fixing himself along the way,
He looks at his reflection,
But instead of what he looks like standing in front of him,
A woman stands before him,
Long ha
Where am I?
The place where I was,
Is now gone.
As to what happened and how I got here,
I don't know.
I was in a field,
Where the grass was blue,
And felt like fur.
The trees were red,
With purple leaves.
The sky was pink.
All of a sudden hundreds,
No thousands,
Of colourful orbs of light,
Surrounded me.
One of them came to me.
A green orb, with a sweet scent came to me.
I held out my hand for it to land on.
The orb transformed.
It transformed in to a little fairy.
He was handsome.
No, Handsome does not even begin to describe him.
He the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
He tilted his head,
Closed his eyes,
And smi
What Should I Feel? by Kirooshiyama-Chan, literature
Literature
What Should I Feel?
Life is wonderful;
Life is grand;
Life is love;
Life is hate;
Life is hard;
Life is miserable.
If life is all these things,
That's fine.
But what happens when all these emotions,
Come at once?
What am I to do?
How should I act?
What should I do?
How could this happen?
What should I feel?
Birth,
Love,
Stress,
Death.
What should one feel?
How can one battle,
Battle the armies of different emotions?
How?
All I feel is nothing.
Absolutely nothing,
Nothing at all,
Nothing.
You may think that this is ok,
You may think one can live like this,
With not a care in the world,
And not go insane.
You are wrong.
It's not
Far off in the distance,
Stands a person,
A person
Only a person.
It may only be a person,
But,
That person is composed of much more.
He is mysterious;
He is shy;
He acts cute;
He is unusual;
Personally,
He is perfect.
He thinks he's not.
He may be only a person,
But he is the world to me.
Chaos, Chaos everywhere,
It surrounds me.
Fire,
It burns its path;
Free to roam where it wants, as it pleases.
Unlike the fire, I am not.
I am in caged in a ring of doom,
Where, if I move, I get hurt.
Like it matters though,
I am already in pain.
I have gotten so used to pain, I have become numb.
I have become desensitised from chaos.
Even though I have pressure in my chest,
To the point that it is hard for me to breath,
Even though I am cut,
Some visible, some not,
Even though I am stressed,
To the point that I want to scream,
Even though I want to cry,
To clear my mind,
I can't.
I can't relieve the pressure in my ches
What Lies Underneath The Surface by Kirooshiyama-Chan, literature
Literature
What Lies Underneath The Surface
The light shines through,
The body under the covers groans,
He does not want to wake up,
And face reality.
He knows he has to at one point,
Or another.
He leaves his dream world,
And rises.
With a sigh,
He starts to get ready.
He stares at what he has to wear,
He picks what he to wear,
He picks what he thinks looks,
Believable.
He wishes he could shred the materials in front of him,
But he can't,
Reality won't let him.
He shoves on the garments,
He heads to the mirror,
Fixing himself along the way,
He looks at his reflection,
But instead of what he looks like standing in front of him,
A woman stands before him,
Long ha
Where am I?
The place where I was,
Is now gone.
As to what happened and how I got here,
I don't know.
I was in a field,
Where the grass was blue,
And felt like fur.
The trees were red,
With purple leaves.
The sky was pink.
All of a sudden hundreds,
No thousands,
Of colourful orbs of light,
Surrounded me.
One of them came to me.
A green orb, with a sweet scent came to me.
I held out my hand for it to land on.
The orb transformed.
It transformed in to a little fairy.
He was handsome.
No, Handsome does not even begin to describe him.
He the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
He tilted his head,
Closed his eyes,
And smi
What Should I Feel? by Kirooshiyama-Chan, literature
Literature
What Should I Feel?
Life is wonderful;
Life is grand;
Life is love;
Life is hate;
Life is hard;
Life is miserable.
If life is all these things,
That's fine.
But what happens when all these emotions,
Come at once?
What am I to do?
How should I act?
What should I do?
How could this happen?
What should I feel?
Birth,
Love,
Stress,
Death.
What should one feel?
How can one battle,
Battle the armies of different emotions?
How?
All I feel is nothing.
Absolutely nothing,
Nothing at all,
Nothing.
You may think that this is ok,
You may think one can live like this,
With not a care in the world,
And not go insane.
You are wrong.
It's not
Far off in the distance,
Stands a person,
A person
Only a person.
It may only be a person,
But,
That person is composed of much more.
He is mysterious;
He is shy;
He acts cute;
He is unusual;
Personally,
He is perfect.
He thinks he's not.
He may be only a person,
But he is the world to me.
Chaos, Chaos everywhere,
It surrounds me.
Fire,
It burns its path;
Free to roam where it wants, as it pleases.
Unlike the fire, I am not.
I am in caged in a ring of doom,
Where, if I move, I get hurt.
Like it matters though,
I am already in pain.
I have gotten so used to pain, I have become numb.
I have become desensitised from chaos.
Even though I have pressure in my chest,
To the point that it is hard for me to breath,
Even though I am cut,
Some visible, some not,
Even though I am stressed,
To the point that I want to scream,
Even though I want to cry,
To clear my mind,
I can't.
I can't relieve the pressure in my ches
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Like the title on this journal, I am back on deviantart! I would like to thank all of you guys that have continued to follow me even with this long hiatus. Now I think I am ready to start posting again; it might not be often, but I will update this thing. During this time I was way, I have made a full bounce back and all. I have written a bit and drawn a bit, and will post them latter (once I start writting my essay....)
Other than that, noting much has happened.... Damn my life is dull..... To make this a little more interesting, I can telll you guys that I have decided to read Harry Potter for the first time (yes I was able to
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So I have been inactive on DA for a while now. There are a few reasons as to why. The first being that my first set of exams are coming up and I been band from the computer, hence why I typing this at school. This also is the explination as to why I need a f**king nap, staying up to midnight for a month, studying, is not fun. The second reason is that I have a piano concert in june and my teacher changed my pecie to be more complicated, so I have been glued to the piano.
The last reason your going to need a backround story. I don't like talking about my family much on DA, but I will. The story starts about almost two years ag
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Well this journal is going to be a mix of stuff. Lets start off with the first part of the title, run. Well today I just finished my first 2.5 run without passing out! I have done runs before, but I walked them. Today I was suposed to walk it, but when I got there, everyone was in track stuff and looked like they were going to run it. I was luckly in some track stuff (not my normal gym stuff but they worked) so I truned to my mom and said "I think I'm going to run it." My mom said ok but to be careful because I haven't ran in about two years. Just before I'm about to do the run she says "Don't die, and try not passout on the