Linney

A close friend of mine recently passed away from an overdose. I wasn't really planning on posting this, but decided why not, right?

 

This dirty ballroom dance floor,

Houses just us two,

In a promising escapade,

Lined up like new.

But the days were numbered,

Weeks were short,

And none of us could tell,

That other than a regular morning,

An illness, my friend befell.

And the last I spoke,

Was heartfelt and true,

Sympathetic in nature,

Positive in virtue.

But this conversation seems come and gone,

With only clouds to blame,

For the miscommunication,

That belittles all but your name.

See we were two you couldn't part,

A red sea amongst the blue,

And if I had another chance,

I'd reach across to you.

From the kitchen counter,

Where we stood and said our prayers,

Like humble little gentlemen,

A folly of fumbled errors.

With the miscarriage placed in between our feet,

These words were not enough,

To truthfully withstand a bond,

That no man can overcome.

A lust for something more in life,

A thirst for what's not there.

A pleasantry of morbid taste,

A pleasure we don't dare.

But in the midnight hours friend,

We took to things in stride,

For every time the sun came up,

There were still things left untried.

A little here, a little there,

A pact made through and through,

But now I can't go back on this,

I can't see past to you.

The fog that falls on me is thick,

And dense with problems unsolved.

Where did we go wrong?

When the world stopped turning for those precious moments,

Where did we turn on?

When did substance turn into sustenance,

And when did we forget,

That in our lives we owed ourselves,

To move past that little threat,

Of doubt and chaos and the seeds that bind,

Us to our little craft on oceans bare,

A vessel hard to find?

When did the current pick up fast and when did we part ways?

How many times did I count sheep backwards,

To move in reverse so many days?

And now I see you all the time,

In a place I know too well.

"A bright light shines on those who wait,"

My friend, only time will tell.

If you're there, save me a seat,

And pick the best guitar.

Pump up the crowd and tell them all,

I can see them from afar.

Hold your breath and count to three,

And if the light sure shineth there,

Then you'll be seeing me.

(Eventually)

wow, this is golden absolutely amazing!

DAMN! what a beautiful picture!

thank you so much! My sister is the best photographer^^

Beautiful <3

thanks

wow! how come i haven't seen this? you look amazing hun <3

thanks dearilee!<3 dunno, joss put it on bdb. thank you, again

great picture linney/Linnea!

 

thank you and you're pretty!

You look stunning!

thank you

Both pretty ladies.

thanks

my sister took this one of me..

you're awesome vicki!<3 saved some ♥

i confess that i am missing several people right now. <3

I don't know exactly what is good or bad about stories or anything, But I know whether or not I enjoyed reading them. Obviously I liked this, And the bold part damn near gave me chills. It was real great.

 

 

 

I don't know what's good or bad about poems either, But I think I can sense that you've improved! Everything is alive! Like a human, Like a person, Your emotions are breathing and that is pretty epic actually.

 

(I'm jealous)

 

 

 

 

Edit:

 

oOo, Found an old song I did a long time ago. you can tell it was during my teen years because its so depressing. it's almost embarrassing. epitome of self pity hah, well I'm still a teen but...i'm not in that "phase" anymore hah, the sun shines bright now a days.

 

master of breath and death

 

a moon holds a bad shadow

Resting it's light on top of the clouds

that are neither drifting or flying it's a night like this

that has safeties dying

 

i submit to this over rated world

i realize the rotten with the way of reason hurled

aside to dominate the righteous

and the forgotten

 

i grew tired

my inspiration, mired

in the hopelessness

 

i overwhelm

with aggravation

reserved for this revenge

of a realm

thank you soooo much! it's been so long since i've posted here, I've missed seeing everyone's talent on here! and that's really good!

alla snackar typ goja här. fattar ingenting.. xD jaja. har so-prov imorgon, inte kul. rädda mig från dåligt resultat. ahhahaa..

You step into that special place in my heart

I tell you to stay still, don’t mess anything up

And you stay perfectly still for some time

When I’ve settled in and the paint has dried

You rip me so hard apart

The sign where I wrote “me and you” is gone

And I see what everyone says hurts the most

Faith cannot heal my heart when a friend breaks me down

You put on your plastic smiles

Promise forever and ever but the inc never dried

So the time passes by, your promise was never sworn

It cuts to the bone because I am all alone

You ripped me so hard apart

The sign where I wrote “me and you” is gone

And I see what everyone says hurts the most

Faith cannot heal my heart when a friend breaks me down

Abandonment, my worst enemy

Crawls closer and sets Its aim on me

And if you’re playing the charade

Why can’t I play a part too

But make-up cannot hide the tears I cry because of you

You ripped me so hard apart

The sign where I wrote “me and you” is gone

And I see what everyone says hurts the most

Faith cannot heal my heart when a friend breaks me down

a short story, thingy.. don't know what it is. but here it is:

My mouth moves to the unbelievable words. My lips form the breathtaking, backstabbing letters. Spelling them out perfect and clear. I still don’t understand them. And you’re long gone from the empty space inside of me. The hollow used to contain you, but now it is being replaced by something strained and itchy. I cannot for the love of God understand what is there now. But I don’t like it. I repeat the strange and confusing words you left on the porch of my heart. “I don’t love you anymore.”

And so the time passes. I spy on the stupid clock, thinking if I stare at it long enough, It’s going to stop, right? Right..?

My feet are dressed in green converse, as I hurry on the surface of the lake. I run as fast as the ice can carry me. You’re standing by a huge hole in the thick ice, and I try to scream at you to stay still and wait for me, but you’re not listening. And then you jump down into the freezing deadly water.

Maybe the nightmares mean I miss you. When you slip through the ice and die, maybe it’s my own brain forcing itself to think you’ve died, instead of just left me? Maybe. Either way, it still hurts.

I guess our relationship was always built on top of a deck of cards-house. And I assume our romance was always that fake, like an illusion. But now when it all has left with the summer, everything is cold and uncomfortable. I wonder what made me believe you ever loved me at all? Could it have been the “I don’t love you anymore” as you left, that made me think this over. Because when we were together, you never uttered the words “I love you”. But I guess you did after all.

I won't say it sucks. Not going to say it is too bad. Because it is truthfully as if something's died within me. My body is only an empty shell where my everything once were. And it is pure and raw torture without you.

wow, it's been a loong time since i was on here.. but.. i thought i'd post a little something.. so, here it is:

and i guess this is the reason i only write songs

of misguidance and oceans of tears anymore

i've lost the faith i never thought i had

and creating illusions of bliss is not as perfect as it seems

cause i always seem to forget that i miss the heart i need

wish the image of perfection would colour itself complete

so every minute of every day wouldn't be a genuin struggle

fighting against inner demons to win a battle

that somewhere in this world has already been lost

but hey, a girl can dream

so when everything falls down around me

when the sun is gone and the thunder is breaking the sky

this girl is living in a world of plastic smiles

instead of showing her wish to die

don't ever say that you understand

no they don't have melodies. you should record your self singing and playing it and then upload it, that would be amazing.

aww, so sweet of you.. maybe i will, if i dare^^ but it'll have to wait, i have pneumonia. kinda have to get well before i sing.. haven't been singing for like, 3 weeks. it's killing me. anyways, thanks for approving

Faith, that's awesome!

soo, I uploaded a story and 3 songs on mibba.. you can read it there, tell me if it doesn't work and I will post them here.

http://member.mibba.com/84292/

brick by boring brick

I've been having a lot of weird movie-like dreams lately. I can't remember last nights dream though, but the one the night before involved me being chased by the mafia and something... the next thing i remember from that dream was that i was walking up some climbing thing and showing this girl scars on my hands that the mafia did to me... weird xD

cassie (acoustic) - flyleaf <3

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wow that's really good, I love the imagery

Christina, those lyrics you posted on the previous page, do they have melodies? wondering especially if "a product of a rainy california night" has a melody, because I read it while having my guitar out, and I kinda come up with a melody to it..

^You write amazing, like, I can't even explain.. But I love it! Does any of those lyrics have melody to it?

My class is going to Malton 16th november - 21 november, but I doubt we will get the time to meet anyone from here, unfortunatly.. :/

That is just weird. xD

Omg, I really suck at it! My grammar and expression are horrible.

I don't wanna scare you, but the first years are so easy...7, 8th grade is super easy, but up to 9th, it starts sucking.

You were like, excellent at it? Atleast that's what it looked like^^ OMG, you're joking, please say that you are joking?

Haha, I'm not amazing at french. I pretty much suck at it, even though i've had it for 3 years now. xP

 

Hehe, Svenska är tio gånger bättre än Norska. Norska är så dålig, men svenska låter faktiskt mycket bra. : D

Are you kidding me? I didn't even understand 25 % of what you said earlier..xD You're great! Och, Svenska låter hemskt. Vi säger så här istället, Engelska är bäst!

Give me Therapy, I'm a walking travesty

But I'm smiling at everything

<3

J'aime la nouveau écran! <3

Je vais lire mon nouveau livre. Ma mére a achetté 3 livres de gossip girl pour moi.

That's about the only thing I understood of yours and Guro's conversation. And I take French.. xD But I am only to begin ninth grade in the fall, soo.. But I'd love to know as much French as you do! You're amazing at it. I kind of.. suck. ^^

Och, Guro, Svenska är inte alls kul eller något. Det är det tråkigaste språket någonsin.. xD Norska är ju roligt, iallafall det jag har läst på Frukost Flingor Paket. XD hahah.

^I want that album, my mom won't let me..

I wish my parents weren't suddenly in control of my money so I could buy Nothing Personal.

I agree to that. My mom won't let me buy it.