The Butterfly Stages. by with-no-emotion, literature
Literature
The Butterfly Stages.
You start out as an egg
A Tiny little cylinder
Round, but oval shaped
Your mum attaching you to a leaf,
The food that is intended for you
Near the spot in which you lay
You come out of your shell
A worm-like larva with spiney hair,
As you grow, you shed your skin
Almost ready to become a chrysalis
You rapidly grow and change
In your short life, it must be hard,
Your tissues are being broken down
To form the body of your adult self
You blend into the background at this time
Protected by your natural way of life,
You become a butterfly, with nice big brown wings
Ready to reproduce, You have to court another
Find a mate worthwh
Her Body Aches For Him. by with-no-emotion, literature
Literature
Her Body Aches For Him.
This is typical of the way things go for her
A secret place, secret man, secret love,
She finally reaches him, sadly it takes time
He forgives, as she could not help being late,
He makes her body tremble, tingle
She moans as he touches her softly, sensually,
This caught his attention, what a beautiful woman
He got all to himself on this fine day,
She let her hand rest on his cheek
As they came together in a sweet kiss,
Her body ached for him to touch it
His hands, they rose up and touched her lovingly,
Not long together did they spend
Time will only tell if they'll be back again.
Diary Of Jane - Part 1. by with-no-emotion, literature
Literature
Diary Of Jane - Part 1.
Hi, My name is Jane Doe.
The reason for that is because if anyone were to find this,
they couldn't link it to me, hence the change.
If you don't already know, Jane Doe is the name used for a body
when the identity is unknown, something i find rather amusing
but don't think me sick, i only think this is so because with all
the "intelligence" humans think they have, they still can't figure out
who someone really is, now isn't that cause for a bit of concern?
Someone is lying there, dead, and nobody knows who they are,
Kind of depressing if you ask me.
Anyway, this wasn't written to talk about the deceased, or was it?
Who knows. I cou
Taunting and laughing in my head
Her voice, now worse, i need to vent
Seeds of vulnerability sprout their leaves
A cry for help, my tears they leak,
I need to block my mind from this
Trapped in my skin, i need to breathe
Let me free from the pain
Her words, they cause a mighty strain
My mind plays tricks to make me think
That she is gone, now can't cause stress
But she really is..
Back with a vengeance.
The burning sting of my dark sore eyes
It smells like death, the God's all cry
The darkness that has made us weak
The one who turned us all to thieves,
Sweet darkness can't we make you see
You don't need this evil, you could be free
Don't keep holding onto centuries old grudges
Your hate-filled body will surrender to his highness,
Repent for those dark and twisted deeds
It's never to late to cry out for HIM
Prove to me the hell will end
Save us both an eternity of pain,
At last! A moment spent of bliss
Your trying hard to let love through
My inspiration hard and tough
Yet your just a boy, who hurt too much.
The Butterfly Stages. by with-no-emotion, literature
Literature
The Butterfly Stages.
You start out as an egg
A Tiny little cylinder
Round, but oval shaped
Your mum attaching you to a leaf,
The food that is intended for you
Near the spot in which you lay
You come out of your shell
A worm-like larva with spiney hair,
As you grow, you shed your skin
Almost ready to become a chrysalis
You rapidly grow and change
In your short life, it must be hard,
Your tissues are being broken down
To form the body of your adult self
You blend into the background at this time
Protected by your natural way of life,
You become a butterfly, with nice big brown wings
Ready to reproduce, You have to court another
Find a mate worthwh
Her Body Aches For Him. by with-no-emotion, literature
Literature
Her Body Aches For Him.
This is typical of the way things go for her
A secret place, secret man, secret love,
She finally reaches him, sadly it takes time
He forgives, as she could not help being late,
He makes her body tremble, tingle
She moans as he touches her softly, sensually,
This caught his attention, what a beautiful woman
He got all to himself on this fine day,
She let her hand rest on his cheek
As they came together in a sweet kiss,
Her body ached for him to touch it
His hands, they rose up and touched her lovingly,
Not long together did they spend
Time will only tell if they'll be back again.
Diary Of Jane - Part 1. by with-no-emotion, literature
Literature
Diary Of Jane - Part 1.
Hi, My name is Jane Doe.
The reason for that is because if anyone were to find this,
they couldn't link it to me, hence the change.
If you don't already know, Jane Doe is the name used for a body
when the identity is unknown, something i find rather amusing
but don't think me sick, i only think this is so because with all
the "intelligence" humans think they have, they still can't figure out
who someone really is, now isn't that cause for a bit of concern?
Someone is lying there, dead, and nobody knows who they are,
Kind of depressing if you ask me.
Anyway, this wasn't written to talk about the deceased, or was it?
Who knows. I cou
Taunting and laughing in my head
Her voice, now worse, i need to vent
Seeds of vulnerability sprout their leaves
A cry for help, my tears they leak,
I need to block my mind from this
Trapped in my skin, i need to breathe
Let me free from the pain
Her words, they cause a mighty strain
My mind plays tricks to make me think
That she is gone, now can't cause stress
But she really is..
Back with a vengeance.
The burning sting of my dark sore eyes
It smells like death, the God's all cry
The darkness that has made us weak
The one who turned us all to thieves,
Sweet darkness can't we make you see
You don't need this evil, you could be free
Don't keep holding onto centuries old grudges
Your hate-filled body will surrender to his highness,
Repent for those dark and twisted deeds
It's never to late to cry out for HIM
Prove to me the hell will end
Save us both an eternity of pain,
At last! A moment spent of bliss
Your trying hard to let love through
My inspiration hard and tough
Yet your just a boy, who hurt too much.
"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
He parrots the word, over and over until it sticks
Like the bruises on schoolchildren's hands, when they realize purple hurts more than red
While others mourn the translation lost in between
The definition he wrote
And what they want to scream to the world.
All you know is a word,
The hell hidden beneath it is nothing
But the trace of a memory that doesn't belong
To you, and you're so glad it isn't yours
Because then that pain can just be a word,
A beautiful illusion of pretend-this-doesn't-happen and
This-won't-happen-to-you
You deserve prettier words, better words, you think
Ones that stay silent, can be hidden across a page
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I feel your venom coursing
Underneath my skin
Removing me from
The things I've been
I feel you changing me
From within my head
Hearing all the words I've ever
Left unsaid
I tried to spare you
From a twisted mind
Torn and mangled from keeping
Things inside
But it's hard for me
To save your sanity
When everything you do to me
Is so addicting
A visit to the psychologist. by with-no-emotion, literature
Literature
A visit to the psychologist.
"I think i may be crazy" the girl whispers sweetly
"Why do you think so?" the lady asks,
"Well, where should i begin?" the girl sighs,
"Tell me about the time you first came to this...conclusion?"
the lady encouraged,
"The first time...well, i can't remember miss, it's like it's always been
there but now its coming out...and i can feel it" the girl answered bravely,
"How does it feel?" the lady wanted to know,
"It's like sometimes i can hear things, but people say that no-one's said anything
and that im just making things up, im overly forgetful, im not sure why either, i
get in trouble at school for things i dont even remember doin
The darkness envelops her with a story
to tell,
the calmness is over and the purity
gone,
desperate thoughts move in with a menacing
might,
it's such a rush when she releases the rage
she's held inside,
please banish these unseen demons from
inside of her,
she wants to break free from the darkness
within,
she's holding back her scream, she has done
good hiding her depression,
with a big smile and bright blue eyes, it's all an
illusion, fake, a lie,
now she only wants to rest, she is sick of all this
pain,
she's a lost little girl in the dark just wishing for
peace at last,
sleepless nights and haunting dreams,
Current Residence: Home is where the heart is, home is with you <3 Shell of choice: Turtle, so i can hide away... Personal Quote: I've realized, even your shadow leaves you in the darkest of times.