~StillyMelody

I'll Never Give Up On You..

+Watch Send a Note Give

Profile

About Me Member Emotional Poet StillyMelodyFemale/United Kingdom

Recent Activity

Deviant for 4 Years

Needs Premium Membership

Statistics 27 Deviations 289 Comments 2,164 Pageviews

[x]

Newest Deviations

Picture Frames. The darkness of your touch is cold.
The bruises and ache of the heart that you hold.
A shiver down your spine.
Your pain is mine.
What once has been broken is now simply lost.
The shelter in which once dwelled is now covered in frost.
A flurry of disgust.
The winds of mistrust.
A fallow land of despair.
The home no one wants to share.
Unforgiven sighs.
Those last solemn goodbyes.
They adorn the wall of shames.
They're the only things in your picture frames.
The sadness you carry.
It makes me wary.
Of the wanton desires.
And the passionate fires.
A lust now forgotten.
That pleasure never begotten.
All just plagued with tormPicture Frames. by ~StillyMelody

Make Believe. Half digital.
Half hysterics.
Round and round, the Merry-Go-Round.
Where will you be from today, sir?
How about the semisonic?
Take me home from you.
Away with nothing for never and null ways.
Dull dreams, bashed faces.
When you begin will you be the end?
Having red and seeing.
Bleeding in and out.
Reading between the lines with hope.
Looking and blinded.
Reaching out.
But it's good.
Threatening fright with you.
Penetrating light beneath the floorboards.
Rashes and rationals for national states of mind.
With natural neutrality a letter calls your name.
And your man.
But pride and loud ride sound.
Spalshes of color make noMake Believe. by ~StillyMelody

Abomination The deepening anguish setting in.
Yet the pain is only about to begin.
The lies that lay in front of me.
Ever daunting and paralyzing.
The molstation of my soul will ensue.
The defilement that no one knew.
A shatter so compromising and full of sorrow.
There's no hearts left for me to borrow.
I'm abandoned all alone.
Left here atop this forsaken stone.
This grand pedestal of nothing but lies.
There is only a cacophony of sobs and cries.
Theres no one to save me from the abyss.
It may be forever, you I'll miss.
There's a gaping pit left in my heart.
But it's already been torn, ripped, and bitten apart.
My empty, lost soul will wAbomination by ~StillyMelody

Gone. Death of a rental.
The paces are cement.
Lost in a valley of cobwebs to repent.
The blank shadows face off with the light.
There will be blood shed tonight.
I'll hang on my cross.
But no one will see.
A lonely filthy martyr I shall be.
I remain untouched.
By life and the like.
And it rips me wide open.
Just like this knife.
This blade in my hands.
I tease to see blood.
I wish that my insides were filled with mud.
That way...
I'd be gone.Gone. by ~StillyMelody

Browse Gallery

Random Favourites

Majora's Mask Bracelet ZELDA by *TorresDesigns

Majora's Mask Invades by *Shadowy-Eclipse

Japanese Goldfish Mask by *merimask

Stormwolf Leather Mask by *merimask

Browse Favourites

Watchers

~Remiera	~Lunacat-chan
~Demoness-Melody	~bym
~moxieseeker

Nostalgia.

Jun 12, 2010, 12:01:20 AM by ~StillyMelody
Journals / Personal

Mood: Hysterical
Listening to: Gods and Time.
Reading: Solo.
Watching: Me Fade.
Playing: [With My Brains.]
Eating: Hydrocodone.[I Wish.]
Drinking: Vandalism.

Today I met a friend. Whome of which I've lost and found turned around. I miss That garage with all the garbage and black plastic trash bags full of dead dreams we jsut can't bury yet. The years full of hope and angst that I wish would fill my heart again so instead of the empty space I have now I could just be mad at the world again. But now I know better and so I'm just sad. No drug can replace what was taken from me. </3. I will forever be broken. I love you to death but I don't know if you can fix me...
Ha... I had a fist full of ideals and a young and optimistic point of view too. Too bad right? I need a fucking pen.
Found one...I need another bracelet, mine turned to goo. =[ I don't really know what to do about that...Redundancy. Is that what my life has honestly come to? Just a bunch of old pictures on my floor? I really have forgotten everything. The sorrow of a lost soul chills my bones and as my pen writes these words, my heart bleeds for the future. Yours, mine, ours. To become whole, or nothing at all? The thoughts os my photographs. THe pieces of me. Some lost, some unwanted. Misplaced hope can shatter dreams...

The exanguinating nostalgia.
Eating my flesh.
Breaking my bones.
Why do memoris do this?
I will never know...

No Comments

More Journal Entries

deviantID

No deviantID yet.

Devious Info

Current Residence: Where ever the fuck I want.
Interests: Death. Life. Love. Literature. Music.
Favourite movie: Fight Club. HellW10. Donnie Darko.
Favourite band or musician: Band:Too many. Musician:Not Enough...
Favourite genre of music: My Mood Depicts My Music.
Favourite poet or writer: Poe...
Favourite cartoon character: Balto. Rocko. Daffy. Bugs. Freakazoid. Yakko. Wakko. Dot. In that order.
Personal Quote: Eww....People.
Tools of the Trade: My [life] ?

AdCast - Ads from the Community

[x]

Comments

~yukigirlygirl Sep 18, 2011

Thanks for the

--
~Amanda A~

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour. ~William Blake - Auguries of Innocence