The first time she felt like she was being watched, Lisa was at soccer practice. She felt her body react before she could figure out why, felt a tingling in her spine and a tensing in her muscles. She tried to ignore it at first and pay attention as her coach demonstrated a drill just two days before their first match, but she found it hard to focus on anything but the prickles running up and down her back. As she jogged off the field to get water, the spinal tingling intensified so drastically she stopped moving for a moment, confused. Her muscles tightened further and the hair on her arms and neck raised, like a dog raising its hackles. So
There's too much noise. Too much noise. She just wants it to stop. Wants it to all go away. She covers her ears, but it doesn't help. The noise isn't external. It's all in her head. Her thoughts, her fears, her worries, all running around like they have somewhere to go. She sighs and closes her eyes, rubbing her temple with her ring and middle fingers. "Please stop," she whispers, a desperate need in her voice. "Just leave me alone."
A tear slips down her cheek. She purses her lips and looks out the window, trying to hold it in, trying to stop her feelings from gushing out. She wipes at the tear, shaking her head. Her fingers flex, clenching
I can't help but wish
can't help but pray,
can't help but want you
lying here right next to me.
Oh, I'm lovestruck,
can't believe you're real
dumbstruck,
can't believe you're here.
But these feelings,
they're real. This
racing in my heart
won't stop.
How did it get like this?
Promised myself I wouldn't
let you in. wouldn't let
this happen, not again.
Oh, but, I'm lovestruck,
can't believe you're real.
Dumbstruck,
can't believe you're here.
All at once, I'm
racing back, back to
a place I didn't want
to ever go, back.
Erratic heartbeats,
racing thoughts,
shortened breaths and
sweaty palms.
Oh, I'm lovestruck,
can'
Your blue eyes
sharp and bright as gems,
they draw me in
and I can't look away.
And when you look at me
that way...
You take my breath away.
Your smile drives me wild,
I can feel my heart racing.
Your laugh makes me smile,
it takes away all my fears.
There's nothing about you, oh,
nothing at all that I would change.
You're the best feelings
that I've ever felt.
You're the drive I need
to get through my day.
And when I hear your voice,
saying my name...
You take my breath away.
Your smile drives me wild,
I can feel my heart racing.
Your laugh makes me smile,
it takes away all my fears.
There's nothing about you, oh,
no
Do you even miss me?
Do you even care that I am gone?
Do you ever dream about me?
Do you wonder where it all went wrong?
I can't stop wondering
about you every night
and I can't stop hoping
That you will make this right
and I know- that this could be the end
But I pray- to a god that don't exist
Does he even miss me?
Does he even care that I am gone?
Does he ever dream about me?
Does he wonder where it all went wrong?
And in my head I hear your voice
and I cannot sit still
your image fills my head
as I lay awake at night.
Do you even miss me?
Do you even care that I am gone?
Do you ever dream about me?
Do you wonder where
He lives in a world of self-loathing,
where good feelings go to die.
He lives in a place of desperation,
where all he can do is lie.
He knows what he's doing is wrong.
He tries to tell himself it'll be okay,
maybe one day it will be,
but today is not that day.
When all he wants is an exit,
when all he can do is hope,
when all he needs is out of reach,
how is he meant to cope?
He's that tree in the empty woods,
that falls without making a sound.
He's screaming but no-one can hear him,
he's dying but no one's around.
She stands there in front of him.
He watches her walking away
from the boy that needs her most.
He wi
Sometimes I wish things were easier for me, but then I wonder... do I want easy? Nothing in my life has ever come close to being easy. All I remember of lower school are the days I came home in tears. All I remember of middle school is the rejection I faced from peers and boy. Of high school, it seems my memories will be of hard classes and challenging teacher.
None of my romantic relationships have ever been simple, one lasting two weeks, one lasting three days, and the current somehow managing to survive almost five months. Despite the relationship's perseverance, it's been a far cry from easy. With the constant back and forth relationship
The first time she felt like she was being watched, Lisa was at soccer practice. She felt her body react before she could figure out why, felt a tingling in her spine and a tensing in her muscles. She tried to ignore it at first and pay attention as her coach demonstrated a drill just two days before their first match, but she found it hard to focus on anything but the prickles running up and down her back. As she jogged off the field to get water, the spinal tingling intensified so drastically she stopped moving for a moment, confused. Her muscles tightened further and the hair on her arms and neck raised, like a dog raising its hackles. So
There's too much noise. Too much noise. She just wants it to stop. Wants it to all go away. She covers her ears, but it doesn't help. The noise isn't external. It's all in her head. Her thoughts, her fears, her worries, all running around like they have somewhere to go. She sighs and closes her eyes, rubbing her temple with her ring and middle fingers. "Please stop," she whispers, a desperate need in her voice. "Just leave me alone."
A tear slips down her cheek. She purses her lips and looks out the window, trying to hold it in, trying to stop her feelings from gushing out. She wipes at the tear, shaking her head. Her fingers flex, clenching
I can't help but wish
can't help but pray,
can't help but want you
lying here right next to me.
Oh, I'm lovestruck,
can't believe you're real
dumbstruck,
can't believe you're here.
But these feelings,
they're real. This
racing in my heart
won't stop.
How did it get like this?
Promised myself I wouldn't
let you in. wouldn't let
this happen, not again.
Oh, but, I'm lovestruck,
can't believe you're real.
Dumbstruck,
can't believe you're here.
All at once, I'm
racing back, back to
a place I didn't want
to ever go, back.
Erratic heartbeats,
racing thoughts,
shortened breaths and
sweaty palms.
Oh, I'm lovestruck,
can'
Your blue eyes
sharp and bright as gems,
they draw me in
and I can't look away.
And when you look at me
that way...
You take my breath away.
Your smile drives me wild,
I can feel my heart racing.
Your laugh makes me smile,
it takes away all my fears.
There's nothing about you, oh,
nothing at all that I would change.
You're the best feelings
that I've ever felt.
You're the drive I need
to get through my day.
And when I hear your voice,
saying my name...
You take my breath away.
Your smile drives me wild,
I can feel my heart racing.
Your laugh makes me smile,
it takes away all my fears.
There's nothing about you, oh,
no
Do you even miss me?
Do you even care that I am gone?
Do you ever dream about me?
Do you wonder where it all went wrong?
I can't stop wondering
about you every night
and I can't stop hoping
That you will make this right
and I know- that this could be the end
But I pray- to a god that don't exist
Does he even miss me?
Does he even care that I am gone?
Does he ever dream about me?
Does he wonder where it all went wrong?
And in my head I hear your voice
and I cannot sit still
your image fills my head
as I lay awake at night.
Do you even miss me?
Do you even care that I am gone?
Do you ever dream about me?
Do you wonder where
He lives in a world of self-loathing,
where good feelings go to die.
He lives in a place of desperation,
where all he can do is lie.
He knows what he's doing is wrong.
He tries to tell himself it'll be okay,
maybe one day it will be,
but today is not that day.
When all he wants is an exit,
when all he can do is hope,
when all he needs is out of reach,
how is he meant to cope?
He's that tree in the empty woods,
that falls without making a sound.
He's screaming but no-one can hear him,
he's dying but no one's around.
She stands there in front of him.
He watches her walking away
from the boy that needs her most.
He wi
Sometimes I wish things were easier for me, but then I wonder... do I want easy? Nothing in my life has ever come close to being easy. All I remember of lower school are the days I came home in tears. All I remember of middle school is the rejection I faced from peers and boy. Of high school, it seems my memories will be of hard classes and challenging teacher.
None of my romantic relationships have ever been simple, one lasting two weeks, one lasting three days, and the current somehow managing to survive almost five months. Despite the relationship's perseverance, it's been a far cry from easy. With the constant back and forth relationship
Hair gets pulled and tugged by tiny hands,
a form slouched over shows high demands.
A furious scrawling tears across a pink page,
while a corpse resides to the right, off stage.
Green, red, blue, and tan are all I can see,
but a mass of colors is beautiful to me.
The scene changes, casting new shadows out,
while bringing bright light to a man without.
A mask of flesh hides an angel from me,
whose mystery presence wasn't supposed to be.
I can daresay, I wouldn't be complaining,
if our short time, I could keep from waning.
Nerves shake my hands faster and faster,
always pushing me towards another disaster.
A poets never stirred up
Heroes Are Made When You Make A Choice
There is a girl. You don't usually notice her.
There is a boy. You always make fun of him.
But aren't they both worth the time? Aren't they both worth the effort to get to know, before you judge? One day, you awake, you get dressed, put on your makeup, make sure everything is just so, and you head to school. You get onto the bus and loudly complain that there are no empty seats, just as you pass her. She's sitting alone and no one's next to her. There's an empty seat right there. She doesn't bother looking up, she used to, but there's no point anymore. If you were to look carefully, or look at all and
He lives in a world of self-loathing,
where good feelings go to die.
He lives in a place of desperation,
where all he can do is lie.
He knows what he's doing is wrong.
He tries to tell himself it'll be okay,
maybe one day it will be,
but today is not that day.
When all he wants is an exit,
when all he can do is hope,
when all he needs is out of reach,
how is he meant to cope?
He's that tree in the empty woods,
that falls without making a sound.
He's screaming but no-one can hear him,
he's dying but no one's around.
She stands there in front of him.
He watches her walking away
from the boy that needs her most.
He wi
Let's see... I'm 17. I'm a senior in high school. My favorite two TV shows are NCIS and Bones. I love writing, but don't really have the dedication it takes to finish long stories. I'm loyal and love my friends dearly. I'm Jewish. I'm stubborn and argumentative. I'm addicted to the internet.
Here's a generic "You're welcome" to all of the "Thanks for the fave"s. I generally won't personally respond, unless you give me something more than just "Thanks for the fave." I have better things to do than sit around and say, "you're welcome," to every single person.
Oh. And thanks for the fave.
Favourite Movies
Robin Hood: Men in Tights and Catch Me If You Can
Favourite Books
Too many to name
Favourite Writers
Shel Silverstein
Tools of the Trade
Computer. Fingers. Mind. You know, the usual stuff.
Other Interests
Books, TV, sports, animals, hanging with the friends
Although it's silly to think anyone will read this (no one read my journals even when I still posted things) I'm writing it anyway. I'm back, I think, to the world of dA. My life's been rough recently and I've been writing a lot. Most of it's crap (I'll probably post it anyway) and some of it's songs, which I used to avoid but have begun to dabble.
Some updates? Why not:
I'm single.
My hair's red.
I'm doing crappily in school.
The one person that inspired the majority of the romantic writing on here was back in my life.
That same person is probably not going to be in it anymore, I'm sure I'll write about that.,
My life at home is shit.
My chest literally feels like it's going to implode.
I hate stress so much.
I wish I had more supportive friends.
I wish I had a better boyfriend.
I wish I were smarter.
I wish I had someone else's life.
I fucking hate mine.
I haven't posted anything on here in quite a while, journal entries included.
Though I doubt anyone noticed or worried, I'm alright and things are going pleasantly, for the most part.
School starts up soon, maybe I'll start writing again when it does.
Man, this is a short entry.
Ah well, it's an entry none-the-less.