Why do you do it?
Stand in front of the mirror
Only to look down at the floor
Go shopping
Only to love the clothes
So you can try to like yourself
Step on the scale
And immediately step off
Lay in bed
Running your fingers
Along your stretchmarks
Stay in the shower so long
But close your eyes
Work hard then give up
Think, if I could only do this
Or change that
Or look like her
Will he want me
Will they like me
Will I
When...
Will I be good enough
In my own eyes
I'd rather be alone
Than surrounded by people
That don't understand
Who I am
Why I am
The way I am
I'd rather search
For a select few
To share my experiences
With
Or Without a doubt
Popularity is unimportant
When it's shallow
And uncaring
Acquaintances are
Alright, but
They will never
Really know
Your story
And your life
The way that true
Friend and family
Do
Choose wisely
How you spend
Your time
And who with
Because we only
Have one life
So don't waste it
On unimportant
People and
Undeserved
Relationships
Don't do it for me
Make a choice
One that's your own
For your sake alone
Don't do it for others
Let your voice rise
Above the world's noise
Until it's destroyed
Don't do it for parents
Allow your footsteps
To light your path
Like a warm sunbath
Don't do it for friends
Peer pressure and self
Aren't a good mix
And shallow patches won't fix
Don't do it to be popular
Don't do it to be cool
To fit in
Or hide
Do what your heart tells you
Do whatever you decide
Love Hath No Scorn? by urbuddiondreamcrack, literature
Literature
Love Hath No Scorn?
Twitterpated,
Or so they claim
Bump-tha-thump
The heart beat grows louder
And one day !BURST!
Like an over-blown balloon
Pieces of rubber
And blood spatters
Strewn about, haphazardly cleaned
The word vomit, back again
The jade dragon, baring its fangs
"Love" and it's many "friends"
Packed tightly,
In the car like luggage,
For an annoying family voyage
But it's just that,
Messy and uncontrolled,
Frustrating and deceitful
For fools
For the weak
For...ever?
Flutter flutter little one
Now you see
Now we run
the winds of change are fast at hand
Beating against our palms
Too slow, too weak,
Too small to reach
Swirling wings left circling round and round
Waiting, flitting for new horizons,
But none are left.
Search sunrise and sunset, all is lost.
No dewy flowers with tempting sweet nectar.
Our oasis is poisoned and no moment lasts forever.
Flutter flutter little one
Now you see
Now is done.
Sharp teeth and soft gums
Pink and gnashing, raw
Crimson, bloody, metallic...sweet
The bow, knife, and huntress
Its carcass wet and draining
Final hours, final moments
Our eyes all go flat
And we lay,
Motionless like prey
Is It Evil Or Is It Man? by urbuddiondreamcrack, literature
Literature
Is It Evil Or Is It Man?
Life is diaphanous, a mirror,
Reflecting humanity's greatest flaws,
Or the selves that we only dare to dream,
Yet there something there,
A nagging, inconceivable thought,
That grips and tears at the soft tissues in our brains,
Haunting us, challenging us, like a pestiferous weed,
Growing out of control, culminating, until one day,
its vines spell what we fear most,
EVIL
Now the dark spaces in our thoughts have a name,
It forces us to lash out, to cry out, to hurt, to punish
Causing the continuous circus act of hoop jumping,
Trying us to be better, to do better,
Only to set us up for failure and laugh when we fall to our death
The result of
Why do you do it?
Stand in front of the mirror
Only to look down at the floor
Go shopping
Only to love the clothes
So you can try to like yourself
Step on the scale
And immediately step off
Lay in bed
Running your fingers
Along your stretchmarks
Stay in the shower so long
But close your eyes
Work hard then give up
Think, if I could only do this
Or change that
Or look like her
Will he want me
Will they like me
Will I
When...
Will I be good enough
In my own eyes
I'd rather be alone
Than surrounded by people
That don't understand
Who I am
Why I am
The way I am
I'd rather search
For a select few
To share my experiences
With
Or Without a doubt
Popularity is unimportant
When it's shallow
And uncaring
Acquaintances are
Alright, but
They will never
Really know
Your story
And your life
The way that true
Friend and family
Do
Choose wisely
How you spend
Your time
And who with
Because we only
Have one life
So don't waste it
On unimportant
People and
Undeserved
Relationships
Don't do it for me
Make a choice
One that's your own
For your sake alone
Don't do it for others
Let your voice rise
Above the world's noise
Until it's destroyed
Don't do it for parents
Allow your footsteps
To light your path
Like a warm sunbath
Don't do it for friends
Peer pressure and self
Aren't a good mix
And shallow patches won't fix
Don't do it to be popular
Don't do it to be cool
To fit in
Or hide
Do what your heart tells you
Do whatever you decide
Love Hath No Scorn? by urbuddiondreamcrack, literature
Literature
Love Hath No Scorn?
Twitterpated,
Or so they claim
Bump-tha-thump
The heart beat grows louder
And one day !BURST!
Like an over-blown balloon
Pieces of rubber
And blood spatters
Strewn about, haphazardly cleaned
The word vomit, back again
The jade dragon, baring its fangs
"Love" and it's many "friends"
Packed tightly,
In the car like luggage,
For an annoying family voyage
But it's just that,
Messy and uncontrolled,
Frustrating and deceitful
For fools
For the weak
For...ever?
Sharp teeth and soft gums
Pink and gnashing, raw
Crimson, bloody, metallic...sweet
The bow, knife, and huntress
Its carcass wet and draining
Final hours, final moments
Our eyes all go flat
And we lay,
Motionless like prey
Flutter flutter little one
Now you see
Now we run
the winds of change are fast at hand
Beating against our palms
Too slow, too weak,
Too small to reach
Swirling wings left circling round and round
Waiting, flitting for new horizons,
But none are left.
Search sunrise and sunset, all is lost.
No dewy flowers with tempting sweet nectar.
Our oasis is poisoned and no moment lasts forever.
Flutter flutter little one
Now you see
Now is done.
Don't do it for me
Make a choice
One that's your own
For your sake alone
Don't do it for others
Let your voice rise
Above the world's noise
Until it's destroyed
Don't do it for parents
Allow your footsteps
To light your path
Like a warm sunbath
Don't do it for friends
Peer pressure and self
Aren't a good mix
And shallow patches won't fix
Don't do it to be popular
Don't do it to be cool
To fit in
Or hide
Do what your heart tells you
Do whatever you decide
Serial Memories by urbuddiondreamcrack, literature
Literature
Serial Memories
The leaves of the mighty oak swayed with the wind as I clung to its trunk, my feet touching the dirt and roots beneath me. My nails were scratching at the bark as I looked behind me into the forest, my vision distorted from dehydration. I tripped past the tree’s roots as my body burst through the edge of the forest and I stumbled, unknowingly, onto a road. The sound of swerving tires filled my ears; I heard a person screaming at me and into their phone. Time passed and an ambulance siren carried me to a hospital. Then everything faded to white.
“Is that all?” I turned my head towards a man’s voice, watching him jot do
Is It Evil Or Is It Man? by urbuddiondreamcrack, literature
Literature
Is It Evil Or Is It Man?
Life is diaphanous, a mirror,
Reflecting humanity's greatest flaws,
Or the selves that we only dare to dream,
Yet there something there,
A nagging, inconceivable thought,
That grips and tears at the soft tissues in our brains,
Haunting us, challenging us, like a pestiferous weed,
Growing out of control, culminating, until one day,
its vines spell what we fear most,
EVIL
Now the dark spaces in our thoughts have a name,
It forces us to lash out, to cry out, to hurt, to punish
Causing the continuous circus act of hoop jumping,
Trying us to be better, to do better,
Only to set us up for failure and laugh when we fall to our death
The result of
Painter's Remorse by urbuddiondreamcrack, literature
Literature
Painter's Remorse
So thoughtless,
Each stroke, painstakingly meticulous
Detailed in red, crimson, dark,
Flowing effortlessly like a river,
Veins blue, tracing down,
Perpendicular to thick steel,
Dripping, running,
The painting twisted and turning
Tortured in scars like memories,
Each slice taking millennium to heal,
But no life lasts that long…
Hey, I made a new account (which I will actually use) called nikkbeth if there are any people left who would like to follow me there. This account just has too many memories associated with it and it's no longer a good platform for me to share my art...
I believe that the more I write, the better I feel. I made this account five years ago, apparently, and there was a brief flicker a time in which I wrote for myself. Then I got caught up in other things and other emotions and I thought I didn't need it anymore and I chose to step away. This time is different, there is nothing to stand in my way, and I don't need to obsess and feel insecure over the same childish things I used to.
This is my chance to start over, basically from the beginning. I'm not the same person I was years ago and I'm not sure I'll write or do the same things. But if there are any people out there who watch me and are wi
To those waiting for a reply from me and such, I am terribly sorry for your wait. Exams are this week and so im busy with tht, I will try to get back to all of you lovely people as soon as I can! Have a wonderful day :3