I used to care about everything.
I used to cry.
I used to just be empathic.
But now I am just sociopathic...
I've lost the ability to love.
I've lost the will to care.
I've lost my sense of humanity.
I've lost the sense of reality...'
I move from day to day, wasting time away.
I allow the world to burn at my feet.
I watch the stars fall from the sky.
I watch as people around me begin to die...
I fear no ending.
I approach without remorse.
I press the day between my fingers.
I release yet the pain still lingers...
I removed my soul.
I placed it far from sight.
I took out my heart.
I was just tired of it falling apart...
I gave up on dream
As life bends around us, we are torn asunder.
Our souls ripped to pieces by all those around us.
Fear takes it's special hold on your heart...
Pain surrounds our minds, and keeps us awake at night.
Pain that cannot be drugged away, pain that is far to surreal...
Anger begins to surface, taking hold of the already broken mind.
The anger reaches it's peak, just before crashing back down into the soul again.
After anger comes sadness, a sadness unlike any other.
Even death cannot bring about this form of anguish...
The fear mixes with the anger, then boils the sadness out again.
As these emotions fuse together, a new emotion is created
Our lives entangled, dreams made real, and now your souls are mine to steal.
I cast you out and bring you pain, and here within your blood will rain.
The storm so swift, and death is near, but I will keep you from your fear.
For now the life is at it's end, and in the waves this place will bend.
But fear not love, for stand I will, you cannot pay, so split the bill.
We take this step as two not one, take two small steps and start to run.
But stop near me and give your word, never forget the last thing you heard.
The end is done and long since decided, this severed soul now thrice divided.
Look back no more, as there is no past, enjoy
Happiness of a Rose and a Thorn. by Mikoda, literature
Literature
Happiness of a Rose and a Thorn.
A thorn pricks the night sky,
it's place is given a true history.
The smile of the moon carries the stars away,
into a night of wonder and adventure.
The rose settles upon the ground,
Envious of the thorn that pricked the sky.
It reaches with its petals to the wind,
but is held down to the earth by force...
The Thorn returns to the lone rose,
placing itself in the ground beside it.
The ground is broken by the thorns force,
the rose is carried by the wind.
Carried far into the night sky,
among the stars and the moon.
The rose then bears the thorn on it's back,
reaching for forever in the sky.
As the rose reaches the moon,
it i
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality by Mikoda, literature
Literature
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality
Sever my soul unto this episode of theatrics, nevermore will the endurance of another play with my heart.
Greed will fill your soul, pressuring you into a life of never-ending pain.
Lesser evils can stand upon the stones of life, where the winds of hell will tear you apart.
The pieces will fall into a bowl, forever to be washed away in the rain.
Flood my valleys, drain my soul, for I am nothing without the severance.
Allow the light into the room, reflect it into the shadows just for now.
Make the darkness cower to the brilliance, fleeting from the power you have shown.
It will fight back with great vengeance, but you will decide what
Worthless, broken, beaten down,
yet still I will refuse to frown.
The feeling strong,
the night too long.
a pain that won't subside.
A crashing sound,
we are not bound,
to those that aren't around.
I know you listen to his voice,
but now it's time to make your choice.
Will you be free,
or refuse to see,
that he really doesn't care.
He says he wants it all,
yet everytime you fall,
is he the first to call?
Will the pain ever subside,
or will you just continue to hide?
It hursts so much,
yet it's just a crutch,
for when you refuse to believe.
So maybe it's time,
to choose lemon or lime,
trust me, it isn't a crime.
All you do is drink and screw,
so you can forget all that you knew.
For life is red, and love is blue,
you'll get in a wreck and then you'll sue.
You'll fail so bad, lose all you had,
and then you'll just be feeling sad.
Your friends give up so now your mad,
your life is like a passing fad.
For all you do is drink and screw,
and now you don't know what you knew.
You want someone but don't know who,
For all you do is drink and screw.
Is life so short, that you don't care?
Or is this all you have to share?
Will you ever be something rare?
Or will you always just sit and stare...
Because all you do is drink and screw,
you look
The love we had died long ago, but now I think you need to know.
I care more now than we did then, but times have proved we cannot win.
All the things that went bad at night, I knew it was over when all we did was fight.
I'm glad to see you ready to go, but there are things I need to show.
I cannot clean my mind of you, and now I don't know what to do.
I've fought and fought for nights on end, but my iron will just will not bend.
I don't want back what used to be, I just want you to look and see.
The friends we were, before the bad, was better than all the love we had.
I know the rules, and why we can't talk, but I think about it on e
Happiness of a Rose and a Thorn. by Mikoda, literature
Literature
Happiness of a Rose and a Thorn.
A thorn pricks the night sky,
it's place is given a true history.
The smile of the moon carries the stars away,
into a night of wonder and adventure.
The rose settles upon the ground,
Envious of the thorn that pricked the sky.
It reaches with its petals to the wind,
but is held down to the earth by force...
The Thorn returns to the lone rose,
placing itself in the ground beside it.
The ground is broken by the thorns force,
the rose is carried by the wind.
Carried far into the night sky,
among the stars and the moon.
The rose then bears the thorn on it's back,
reaching for forever in the sky.
As the rose reaches the moon,
it i
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality by Mikoda, literature
Literature
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality
Sever my soul unto this episode of theatrics, nevermore will the endurance of another play with my heart.
Greed will fill your soul, pressuring you into a life of never-ending pain.
Lesser evils can stand upon the stones of life, where the winds of hell will tear you apart.
The pieces will fall into a bowl, forever to be washed away in the rain.
Flood my valleys, drain my soul, for I am nothing without the severance.
Allow the light into the room, reflect it into the shadows just for now.
Make the darkness cower to the brilliance, fleeting from the power you have shown.
It will fight back with great vengeance, but you will decide what
Worthless, broken, beaten down,
yet still I will refuse to frown.
The feeling strong,
the night too long.
a pain that won't subside.
A crashing sound,
we are not bound,
to those that aren't around.
I know you listen to his voice,
but now it's time to make your choice.
Will you be free,
or refuse to see,
that he really doesn't care.
He says he wants it all,
yet everytime you fall,
is he the first to call?
Will the pain ever subside,
or will you just continue to hide?
It hursts so much,
yet it's just a crutch,
for when you refuse to believe.
So maybe it's time,
to choose lemon or lime,
trust me, it isn't a crime.
All you do is drink and screw,
so you can forget all that you knew.
For life is red, and love is blue,
you'll get in a wreck and then you'll sue.
You'll fail so bad, lose all you had,
and then you'll just be feeling sad.
Your friends give up so now your mad,
your life is like a passing fad.
For all you do is drink and screw,
and now you don't know what you knew.
You want someone but don't know who,
For all you do is drink and screw.
Is life so short, that you don't care?
Or is this all you have to share?
Will you ever be something rare?
Or will you always just sit and stare...
Because all you do is drink and screw,
you look
The love we had died long ago, but now I think you need to know.
I care more now than we did then, but times have proved we cannot win.
All the things that went bad at night, I knew it was over when all we did was fight.
I'm glad to see you ready to go, but there are things I need to show.
I cannot clean my mind of you, and now I don't know what to do.
I've fought and fought for nights on end, but my iron will just will not bend.
I don't want back what used to be, I just want you to look and see.
The friends we were, before the bad, was better than all the love we had.
I know the rules, and why we can't talk, but I think about it on e
Into this melody, I stand here tonight,
Not an ounce of providence has made me feel alright.
The time is drawing nearer now, as time still fades away,
I fear we are all stuck here, for just one more day.
But yet i know we all live life, so long and happily,
Yet never in our time of shame, do we seek misery.
It just finds us sitting out, over in the rain,
stares us down with brilliance, then makes us feel the pain.
It pushes pressure down on me, breaking every bone.
The air is so dim pressing out, our blood soon turn to stone.
The life we live is all to fine, but we can't see our fate,
The help that we are seeking out, comes just to
I see life, like it is about to stall,
I look over the edge, and think about how far I would fall...
There are trees down there, but not a leaf in sight,
I wonder if it's even worth trying to stay and fight...
In the distance is a cloud, floating closer to me,
I wish that instead of rocks, there was an endless sea...
My faith never fails me, yet my mind starts to play tricks,
And when i look into myself, one thought sort of sticks...
Where is my true purpose, and why can't it be found,
I feel like I've been searching, looking all around...
But no matter how hard I look and try,
I still feel like on the inside I just wait to die...
Lost, forsaken ones.
Stand.
Sit.
Stare into the night.
Crowded rooms.
Closed doors.
Broken remnants of a life forgotten.
Lost.
Found.
Existence is merely a lie.
Closing in.
Staring out to the sky.
Where is he?
Why are we here?
Are we even here?
What are we?
Or are we...one?
Or many?
No.
Maybe...
But is it true?
Are we in fact, none?
Leftovers...
Shards.
Glass on the floor.
No.
We aren't
But...
Can we fall?
Or do we fly?
Should we even try?
Yes.
Press on!
But...
There is no future...
For remnants like us.
Forging ones emotion.
Creating a sense of passion.
Giving existance a chance.
Failing...
Falling...
I stare at the wall, and all my mistakes,
and then it just hits me, everything breaks.
The world tears apart, my feelings are dead,
there seems to be nothing inside my head.
It's quiet and still, not a thing tries to talk,
I stare at the wall, writing with chalk.
Please tell me now why, i cannot see good,
or why I don't do the things that i should.
It's hurting my soul, my emotions are green,
I really wish even I understood what I mean.
My mind feels like dust, flowing in the wind,
it wanders around, wanting it all to end.
It never sits still, it cries out in pain,
I feel like an ice block, out in the rain.
Every minute I sit, I
A heart of sorrow and broken dreams,
a life of anguish that ripped at the seams.
A past of hurt, and future change,
a life that I now must learn to rearrange.
For broken hearts and meaningless plunder,
i must now tuck my fears down under.
My bed stays cold and my heart so warm,
for now my feelings begin to swarm.
I was sick and twisted, without any hope,
so I drank and drank just trying to cope.
My kidneys swell, they are full of death,
my lungs are still trying to catch a breath.
I've tormented myself for far to long,
but at least we got to dance to our little song.
The pressure releases, and now is the time,
but I am so bad w
I used to care about everything.
I used to cry.
I used to just be empathic.
But now I am just sociopathic...
I've lost the ability to love.
I've lost the will to care.
I've lost my sense of humanity.
I've lost the sense of reality...'
I move from day to day, wasting time away.
I allow the world to burn at my feet.
I watch the stars fall from the sky.
I watch as people around me begin to die...
I fear no ending.
I approach without remorse.
I press the day between my fingers.
I release yet the pain still lingers...
I removed my soul.
I placed it far from sight.
I took out my heart.
I was just tired of it falling apart...
I gave up on dream
As life bends around us, we are torn asunder.
Our souls ripped to pieces by all those around us.
Fear takes it's special hold on your heart...
Pain surrounds our minds, and keeps us awake at night.
Pain that cannot be drugged away, pain that is far to surreal...
Anger begins to surface, taking hold of the already broken mind.
The anger reaches it's peak, just before crashing back down into the soul again.
After anger comes sadness, a sadness unlike any other.
Even death cannot bring about this form of anguish...
The fear mixes with the anger, then boils the sadness out again.
As these emotions fuse together, a new emotion is created
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality by Mikoda, literature
Literature
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality
Sever my soul unto this episode of theatrics, nevermore will the endurance of another play with my heart.
Greed will fill your soul, pressuring you into a life of never-ending pain.
Lesser evils can stand upon the stones of life, where the winds of hell will tear you apart.
The pieces will fall into a bowl, forever to be washed away in the rain.
Flood my valleys, drain my soul, for I am nothing without the severance.
Allow the light into the room, reflect it into the shadows just for now.
Make the darkness cower to the brilliance, fleeting from the power you have shown.
It will fight back with great vengeance, but you will decide what
All you do is drink and screw,
so you can forget all that you knew.
For life is red, and love is blue,
you'll get in a wreck and then you'll sue.
You'll fail so bad, lose all you had,
and then you'll just be feeling sad.
Your friends give up so now your mad,
your life is like a passing fad.
For all you do is drink and screw,
and now you don't know what you knew.
You want someone but don't know who,
For all you do is drink and screw.
Is life so short, that you don't care?
Or is this all you have to share?
Will you ever be something rare?
Or will you always just sit and stare...
Because all you do is drink and screw,
you look
The love we had died long ago, but now I think you need to know.
I care more now than we did then, but times have proved we cannot win.
All the things that went bad at night, I knew it was over when all we did was fight.
I'm glad to see you ready to go, but there are things I need to show.
I cannot clean my mind of you, and now I don't know what to do.
I've fought and fought for nights on end, but my iron will just will not bend.
I don't want back what used to be, I just want you to look and see.
The friends we were, before the bad, was better than all the love we had.
I know the rules, and why we can't talk, but I think about it on e
I see life, like it is about to stall,
I look over the edge, and think about how far I would fall...
There are trees down there, but not a leaf in sight,
I wonder if it's even worth trying to stay and fight...
In the distance is a cloud, floating closer to me,
I wish that instead of rocks, there was an endless sea...
My faith never fails me, yet my mind starts to play tricks,
And when i look into myself, one thought sort of sticks...
Where is my true purpose, and why can't it be found,
I feel like I've been searching, looking all around...
But no matter how hard I look and try,
I still feel like on the inside I just wait to die...
Lost, forsaken ones.
Stand.
Sit.
Stare into the night.
Crowded rooms.
Closed doors.
Broken remnants of a life forgotten.
Lost.
Found.
Existence is merely a lie.
Closing in.
Staring out to the sky.
Where is he?
Why are we here?
Are we even here?
What are we?
Or are we...one?
Or many?
No.
Maybe...
But is it true?
Are we in fact, none?
Leftovers...
Shards.
Glass on the floor.
No.
We aren't
But...
Can we fall?
Or do we fly?
Should we even try?
Yes.
Press on!
But...
There is no future...
For remnants like us.
Forging ones emotion.
Creating a sense of passion.
Giving existance a chance.
Failing...
Falling...
A heart of sorrow and broken dreams,
a life of anguish that ripped at the seams.
A past of hurt, and future change,
a life that I now must learn to rearrange.
For broken hearts and meaningless plunder,
i must now tuck my fears down under.
My bed stays cold and my heart so warm,
for now my feelings begin to swarm.
I was sick and twisted, without any hope,
so I drank and drank just trying to cope.
My kidneys swell, they are full of death,
my lungs are still trying to catch a breath.
I've tormented myself for far to long,
but at least we got to dance to our little song.
The pressure releases, and now is the time,
but I am so bad w
A song on the radio, we sing it so free,
yet the louder we crank it, the more we must see.
You can't drown out sorrow, with noises and sound,
our lives will keep pushing us, and make us feel bound.
To love and to lie, to turn and to try,
for life gets much harder, it makes us all cry.
You go to the front, it presses you back,
you just wish that it would cut you some slack.
The night seems to linger, and put you through hell,
yet when morning comes all seems to be well.
I tell you this now, your life is not bad,
but when times are tough, you cannot be sad.
Your love is your fortune, your strength gives you power,
you must build up
Life gives us a chance to break so free,
But we never realize who we are and what we are going to be.
Life gives us challenges to figure out our power,
But we give up hope right until the final hour.
Life gives us a place to live and stay,
But we always seem to fall apart and drift away.
Death gives us reason to have fear,
Yet we hide it by drowning our sorrows with beer.
Death gives us a sense of absolute failure,
Yet we try to press on without closure.
Death gives us a chance to finally close our eyes,
And we try to keep them open while everyone else dies.
God gave us a place to seek true absolution,
yet so many hypocrites bri
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality by Mikoda, literature
Literature
Synchronized Anachronistic Dysfunctionality
Sever my soul unto this episode of theatrics, nevermore will the endurance of another play with my heart.
Greed will fill your soul, pressuring you into a life of never-ending pain.
Lesser evils can stand upon the stones of life, where the winds of hell will tear you apart.
The pieces will fall into a bowl, forever to be washed away in the rain.
Flood my valleys, drain my soul, for I am nothing without the severance.
Allow the light into the room, reflect it into the shadows just for now.
Make the darkness cower to the brilliance, fleeting from the power you have shown.
It will fight back with great vengeance, but you will decide what
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I have known Miss Alexa for ages. Probably close to 14 years now. Although she is all the way across the w
Pretend you are walking into a dark room. One that is painted black, has no lights, no windows, and the door closes securely behind you.
Now - Take and look around. What do you see?
You see darkness. For your eyes are blind to the light that was there before you closed that door. Imagination can be a powerful thing, and ones mind can control all aspects of the world around you, but when it comes to real life, we in fact can lose sight of what is where.
We allow ourselves to step away from the doors we close, or more so we run from closed doors, and look for new ones. But what do you do when you reach that room without another door to open?
Well, i gave it my all, tried so hard, and i did what i said i was gonna do. I made it to sunday. I told myself that this day was going to be a new beginning. Well, it was. Although i didn't end up where i was hoping exactly, i changed my lifestyle. Cleaned up a lot. And will continue on this new path. The girl i was trying so hard with didn't want to accept me into her life, she needs to figure some things out i guess. But all I am going to do is stay here as her friend. I still love her, that will never change, but she met someone that she says makes her happy, so being the person i am, i will be happy for her. She knows if she needs me, i