Empty Beautiful Porcelain by RisaRaile, literature
Literature
Empty Beautiful Porcelain
-Empty Beautiful Porcelain-
The sapphire eyes with the long black lashes,
reflects her happiness with life and its beauty.
But the true feelings have been locked away,
she's destroyed the little golden key.
Standing alone in the tall grey tower,
long dark curls pouring along her pretty face,
But can you see past that etheral beauty,
see more than a doll in silk ivory lace?
CHORUS
Watching the world through the misted window,
Her reflection, a delusion into numb denial,
searching for her heart with dim lingering hope,
the porcelain doll, with her porcelain smile.
The untouched beauty, a perfect facade,
far from reality, a thousa
Your bass is the spindle that weaves your song,
and I'm still, paralyzed.
Each note played is a reminder of the wrong
I'm caught in your web, hypnotized.
Your raw alien beauty bites me,
and the gash in my heart wont heal,
the truth cascades off your body in waves
and I cannot pretend this isn't real.
You give me a hundred slashes,
cause' my regret and guilt cannot pay my debt,
My heart beats its rebellion,
against the yearning desire for death.
The music's icy hands,
claw down everything in its path,
and I'm standing amoungst the ruins,
denied protection in that empty hearth.
There'd once burnt flames of passion,
and where
Chapter 1: My Name Is Joanie
May 2039
When you live in an environment created by misery and despair and hatred and loneliness, you become desperate to look for any form of escape you can get. In a way the desperation makes you smart, giving you the quick ability to adapt and think quickly doing what you can with what you have and maybe even where you are, but on the other hand, the desperation deprives you of your senses and sucks you into the void of blackness you stumble upon as you take the wrong path. You can scream and struggle, or willingly jump in, but in the end, in most cases, you end up alone, your cries unheard, your pleas ignore
all but a friend and nothing.. by RisaRaile, literature
Literature
all but a friend and nothing..
Vulnerable in the hush,
as you hugged me
and I wondered as I blushed
if you felt my heart beat rapidly
While we were side by side, standing
I hid in the confined shell,
even though the desires were demanding,
I didn't want you to know how I felt.
too afraid to touch,
being only there to look,
everything would just become too much
So I was only wishing for the fate
that happened in fairytales.
And then she came along,
and you heard her voice,
seeing your reaction,
I knew you'd made your choice.
CHORUS:
I watched you through the window of all dead hope
Holding my shattered heart, unable to cope.
Even though everything was
-A Sadist's Lullaby- [what its like to be fucked over]
I'm out of ammunition.
Yet on goes the mission.
I haven't failed yet, i won't die.
But only one of us shall leave tonight.
Standing under the moonlight.
Piercing each other with our own eyes.
Standing up for my fucking rights.
I'm out of ammunition, but I'll still fight.
Bridge:
Tears, blood, fight, guns, love.
What's fun if it ain't dirty or rough?
Bang, combat, shoot, talk later.
Ground Zero is my stage, the world my spectator.
Chorus:
The blood coloured the air as your scream rose to the sky.
My laugh taunted you as you gave your dying cry.
The world seemed to brighte
-He Poisoned The Angel-
Outside its pouring; heaven's wrath.
On the stone table I carve my epitaph
in the void of delusion
I'm so confused
Fighting a battle
I'm the one with everything to lose..
CHORUS:
Nail my wings to the black crucifix,
leave me there to suffocate and die
when the light goes out of me
you're the one who will be living the lie
One last touch, one last kiss
let go of me as I fall into that dark abyss
poisoned, my fallen angel's broken heart.
Sink your fangs of lust into me
slowly spread your poison as I breathe
In the eagle's talons,
that threaten to let go
the seeds of evil you planted
kills my mind and
Apologizing To Nothingness by RisaRaile, literature
Literature
Apologizing To Nothingness
All this pain
with this hurt.
Here I lie again
face down in the dirt.
Frozen in solitude,
there I stand
in the chaos that won't subdue,
your fingers escape my hand.
CHORUS:
As I watch everything pass by
There's nothing I can remember
On the destroyed fire I lie
Another ash in the dying embers
Kill my dying pride
crumble my shield of lies
I let your coal black eyes
See everything I have to hide.
Drowning, staring at the darkness
abandoned and unstable
all but a walking carcass,
and I cannot move at all...
Realising my innocence has been slain
I'm wallowing in defeat
with the guit and sorrow running through my veins,
fas
Sleep my darling,
you're safe from the pain,
in the grey sky outside,
bombs fall down like rain.
Hush, my sweet little baby,
go to sleep,
shut out the horror going 'round,
as the world weeps.
In your safe little crib,
there you lie,
as beyond the beyond,
thousands are tortured,
praying to die.
BRIDGE:
As you close those baby blue eyes,
I hear a 'Mummy Goodnight.'
And around us, turmoil unfurls,
your in your slumber,
too young for the world...
CHORUS:
The space around us is shaking,
the sky falls,
and you're the only thing
thats keeping me from breaking.
The war, that polluted the outside,
the war, that banished the
all but a friend and nothing.. by RisaRaile, literature
Literature
all but a friend and nothing..
Vulnerable in the hush,
as you hugged me
and I wondered as I blushed
if you felt my heart beat rapidly
While we were side by side, standing
I hid in the confined shell,
even though the desires were demanding,
I didn't want you to know how I felt.
too afraid to touch,
being only there to look,
everything would just become too much
So I was only wishing for the fate
that happened in fairytales.
And then she came along,
and you heard her voice,
seeing your reaction,
I knew you'd made your choice.
CHORUS:
I watched you through the window of all dead hope
Holding my shattered heart, unable to cope.
Even though everything was
Chapter 1: My Name Is Joanie
May 2039
When you live in an environment created by misery and despair and hatred and loneliness, you become desperate to look for any form of escape you can get. In a way the desperation makes you smart, giving you the quick ability to adapt and think quickly doing what you can with what you have and maybe even where you are, but on the other hand, the desperation deprives you of your senses and sucks you into the void of blackness you stumble upon as you take the wrong path. You can scream and struggle, or willingly jump in, but in the end, in most cases, you end up alone, your cries unheard, your pleas ignore
Your bass is the spindle that weaves your song,
and I'm still, paralyzed.
Each note played is a reminder of the wrong
I'm caught in your web, hypnotized.
Your raw alien beauty bites me,
and the gash in my heart wont heal,
the truth cascades off your body in waves
and I cannot pretend this isn't real.
You give me a hundred slashes,
cause' my regret and guilt cannot pay my debt,
My heart beats its rebellion,
against the yearning desire for death.
The music's icy hands,
claw down everything in its path,
and I'm standing amoungst the ruins,
denied protection in that empty hearth.
There'd once burnt flames of passion,
and where
Your bass is the spindle that weaves your song,
and I'm still, paralyzed.
Each note played is a reminder of the wrong
I'm caught in your web, hypnotized.
Your raw alien beauty bites me,
and the gash in my heart wont heal,
the truth cascades off your body in waves
and I cannot pretend this isn't real.
You give me a hundred slashes,
cause' my regret and guilt cannot pay my debt,
My heart beats its rebellion,
against the yearning desire for death.
The music's icy hands,
claw down everything in its path,
and I'm standing amoungst the ruins,
denied protection in that empty hearth.
There'd once burnt flames of passion,
and where
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Favourite Visual Artist
to me it's the art, not the artist.
Favourite Movies
The Pink Panther!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
mostly alternative, but if I like it...its mine :)
Favourite Writers
From Stephen King to Jacqueline Wilson (sentimentality!)
Favourite Games
my life =D
Favourite Gaming Platform
who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Other Interests
Eccentricity, Abnormalty. Individuality.Creativity and Hello Kitty
ive done some things im not proud of but i guess it makes me cool
Level 1
( ) Smoked a cigarette. (passive count?)
( ) Smoked a cigar.
(x) Kissed a member of the same sex. (cheek?)
SO FAR: 1
Level 2
(x) Are/been in love. (currently ^_^)
(x) Dumped someone. (online count?)
(x) Been fired. (you could say...:/)
(x) Been in a fist fight.
SO FAR: 5
Level 3
(x) Had a crush on an older person. (my boyfriend is older ^_^)
(x) Skipped class. (maths and sport ^_^)
( ) Slept with a co-worker.
(x) Seen someone/something die.
SO FAR: 8
Level 4
( ) Had/have a crush on one of your DA friends.
( ) Been to Paris. (WISH.)
( ) Bee
Well if you hate reading my rants then I suggest you just press the close button. No spamming me with your shit. My journal, my thoughts. No room or motivation to argue with you.
DAYUUM. It HAS been a while. -.-
Finally exams are over. I gotta be honest, didn't do well as I hoped. Cause you know when you study every square millimetre of what you've learnt for one or two and think you've got them by the balls...then BAM, the tables have turned because NOTHING on the paper is even REMOTELY what you have expected or what the teacher has told you to work your tits off for. So you wing half your answers and pray for the best even though you know
1. Spell your name without E,R,S,H,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N:
XX. :D
2. Are you single?
Sorry baby. (:
3. What is your favourite number?
9. ^_^
4. What is your favourite colour?
ym...grey, purple, black, green, azure. ^_^
5. Least favourite color?
depends on what its used for.
6. What are you listening to?
the tv. (: something tense is about to happen.
7. Are you happy with your life right now?
only half of it.
8. Are you involved with anyone?
fuckyeah. (:<
9. What is your favourite subject in school/college?
um...I'd say film studies but I got no friends in that class ):
10. Do you shop at Abercrombie?
Is that what it is...? lol I h