Sometimes I can sit, deep in thought, and not even knowing what I'm thinking,
My mind wanders, not knowing the exact, but the whole is very clear,
Trying to piece it, a challenge even I can't suffice,
But who really needs to know what lingers in the dark?
Because at the end of the day, even with a tear in my eye,
I can smile and say, "I'm happy."
Because I'm not pretending,
Because I'm not normal,
Because I'm not what you what me to be,
And if that kills you inside then forbid me, I murder,
But I don't regret it one darn bit. . .
The Black Cat Cafe, Chapter 1 by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
The Black Cat Cafe, Chapter 1
The black cat was looking at me, its eyes patiently fixated on my movements, waiting for me to take away my dinner. I had ordered a coffee quite some time ago, but I wasnt able to actually consume it, for those green eyes were fixated upon me the moment the black cat arrived to the coffee shop. I cleared my mind for enough time to allow one little sip - my lips were still parched.
Even when I turned away it still watched, I could feel its glare burning in the back of my neck, I would have left if I werent meeting Noah, it was my idea to meet here so I deserve all I get. I'm not too sure why here of all places, I guess it just a
The Librarian, Chapter One by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
The Librarian, Chapter One
Chapter One
If you watch the same people coming in and out of your life everyday, you can begin to learn their traits and quirks, even begin to know them. But please, do not be fooled, this isnt a friendship, friendships require trust, and trust is overrated. They know when Im watching - Im always watching.
These people truly disgust me, honestly. They blatantly lie to my face and think Im stupid. Oh, shes just the librarian, she doesnt have feelings or thoughts. But my children, oh I do, and I know all your dirty little secrets, and the world is about to learn them. I could go on, but no, tha
The Dance Of Death -Text- by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
The Dance Of Death -Text-
Water, tastes bitter
Upon strangers blood red lips
New taste; new stranger.
Green, so much beauty
Drawn in my mind - the streets also
To be crushed, once more.
Innocence, betrayed
Picturing her differently
Not the one I loved.
Red, is all I see
Distorted world, from the good
Ending existence.
Spring, new life is born
Autumn - we fall from the sky
Summer; now we burn.
Why we want freedom?
Chains hold no clutch on our minds
Theyre getting looser.
Number than before
Losing life; losing meaning
Now, I think Im dead.
Whiskers in mid-pounce
Tail stretched higher than the clouds
She leaps for her prey
Risin
Through the blood and the rain, you run,
Behind your footsteps, I follow,
I never thought the world could be this shallow,
Empty spaces fill the ground where trees once stood,
Shells beneath my feet where leaves once flew,
Behind your footsteps, I follow,
I never thought the world could get this shallow,
Lead me away. . .
The storm is closer now, we must run -
Away from the night; away from the sun,
The moments weve had, Ill never forget,
But breathe. . . Were not dead yet!
Dont walk away or leave me please,
Behind your footsteps I follow,
I never thought the world could become this shallow,
If you crash
Prepare To Shatter by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
Prepare To Shatter
I like photos, because I can picture you how I want,
I like photos, because photos cant hurt me,
But believe me my dear, this is no flaunt,
Im just living in dreams, trying to be free,
Obsession, could be one word for this,
If you ever knew, I would be surely shot down,
So judge me if you must, but this is my bliss,
Im a good person, so please hand me my crown,
Opportunity springs suddenly, I decide to go out,
Courage is impossible to fake these days,
I will be good enough for you, Im perfectly devout;
You will like me, at least in someway,
Still unaware of my existence, it doesnt matter,
Dear heart
Something Different by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
Something Different
I throw my life at alcohol,
I bounce right back,
Numb, but not drown,
I seek more of the same.
I throw my life at parties,
I quickly run home,
Distracted, but not drawn
I leave the crowd.
I throw my life at drugs,
I walk back into position,
Painless, but not gone,
I need something different.
I throw my life to suicide,
I stop.
Sometimes I can sit, deep in thought, and not even knowing what I'm thinking,
My mind wanders, not knowing the exact, but the whole is very clear,
Trying to piece it, a challenge even I can't suffice,
But who really needs to know what lingers in the dark?
Because at the end of the day, even with a tear in my eye,
I can smile and say, "I'm happy."
Because I'm not pretending,
Because I'm not normal,
Because I'm not what you what me to be,
And if that kills you inside then forbid me, I murder,
But I don't regret it one darn bit. . .
The Black Cat Cafe, Chapter 1 by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
The Black Cat Cafe, Chapter 1
The black cat was looking at me, its eyes patiently fixated on my movements, waiting for me to take away my dinner. I had ordered a coffee quite some time ago, but I wasnt able to actually consume it, for those green eyes were fixated upon me the moment the black cat arrived to the coffee shop. I cleared my mind for enough time to allow one little sip - my lips were still parched.
Even when I turned away it still watched, I could feel its glare burning in the back of my neck, I would have left if I werent meeting Noah, it was my idea to meet here so I deserve all I get. I'm not too sure why here of all places, I guess it just a
The Librarian, Chapter One by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
The Librarian, Chapter One
Chapter One
If you watch the same people coming in and out of your life everyday, you can begin to learn their traits and quirks, even begin to know them. But please, do not be fooled, this isnt a friendship, friendships require trust, and trust is overrated. They know when Im watching - Im always watching.
These people truly disgust me, honestly. They blatantly lie to my face and think Im stupid. Oh, shes just the librarian, she doesnt have feelings or thoughts. But my children, oh I do, and I know all your dirty little secrets, and the world is about to learn them. I could go on, but no, tha
The Dance Of Death -Text- by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
The Dance Of Death -Text-
Water, tastes bitter
Upon strangers blood red lips
New taste; new stranger.
Green, so much beauty
Drawn in my mind - the streets also
To be crushed, once more.
Innocence, betrayed
Picturing her differently
Not the one I loved.
Red, is all I see
Distorted world, from the good
Ending existence.
Spring, new life is born
Autumn - we fall from the sky
Summer; now we burn.
Why we want freedom?
Chains hold no clutch on our minds
Theyre getting looser.
Number than before
Losing life; losing meaning
Now, I think Im dead.
Whiskers in mid-pounce
Tail stretched higher than the clouds
She leaps for her prey
Risin
Through the blood and the rain, you run,
Behind your footsteps, I follow,
I never thought the world could be this shallow,
Empty spaces fill the ground where trees once stood,
Shells beneath my feet where leaves once flew,
Behind your footsteps, I follow,
I never thought the world could get this shallow,
Lead me away. . .
The storm is closer now, we must run -
Away from the night; away from the sun,
The moments weve had, Ill never forget,
But breathe. . . Were not dead yet!
Dont walk away or leave me please,
Behind your footsteps I follow,
I never thought the world could become this shallow,
If you crash
Prepare To Shatter by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
Prepare To Shatter
I like photos, because I can picture you how I want,
I like photos, because photos cant hurt me,
But believe me my dear, this is no flaunt,
Im just living in dreams, trying to be free,
Obsession, could be one word for this,
If you ever knew, I would be surely shot down,
So judge me if you must, but this is my bliss,
Im a good person, so please hand me my crown,
Opportunity springs suddenly, I decide to go out,
Courage is impossible to fake these days,
I will be good enough for you, Im perfectly devout;
You will like me, at least in someway,
Still unaware of my existence, it doesnt matter,
Dear heart
Something Different by Death-By-Gummy-Bears, literature
Literature
Something Different
I throw my life at alcohol,
I bounce right back,
Numb, but not drown,
I seek more of the same.
I throw my life at parties,
I quickly run home,
Distracted, but not drawn
I leave the crowd.
I throw my life at drugs,
I walk back into position,
Painless, but not gone,
I need something different.
I throw my life to suicide,
I stop.
Current Residence: England Favourite genre of music: Something with a guitar, or techno shit :D Favourite style of art: Anime, Chibi, Realism, Pastel Shell of choice: Wtf? Shell? Favourite cartoon character: Peter Griffin, Stewie, Zim, Gir, Gaz, Dib, Kureau, Christmas, The All Mighty Tallest. Personal Quote: Off The Heeeeezay
Favourite Movies
Chronicles Of Riddick, V For Vendetta, Wedding Crashers.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Children Of Bodom + Julien K + Bring Me The Horizon, MSI, Nightmare
I just felt the need for a journal. Should there be another reason?
Yeah, so first things first, Insomnia is looking like a possibility, I can't remember the last time I didn't go to sleep before 4am. So kinda worrying, I mean it's bloody sunny outside, and my blasted curtains are closed too (can I pull blasted off?) so, yeah should sort this out.
I finnnnnnnally watched the 'not so new anymore' Harry Potter film, frigging epic. I mean you cannot even see where it is on the epic scale, oh while we're on movies, I could only get halfway through the Alice In Wonderland movie - don't get me wrong fantastic books, Lewis Carroll is a genius, but
This year I will participating in Nanowrimo, http://www.nanowrimo.org/
It's an event throughout the month of November where you have to write a 50,000 word story without editing, so I thought I'd give it a go. Plus I have a novel idea I want to get out of me, so up untill December I probably won't be uploading any writing - minus the fact that I may update The Black Cat Café, but it depends how things go.
This is a bio of the novel at the moment.
Checkmate;
Stalemate.
None of the moves really matter when a puppeteer is manipulating you to recreate moves from a sadistic chess game. And when your daughter and wife are in the balance,
Stolen from http://rose-bleue.deviantart.com/
Life is a Movie Quiz
Ok, imagine your life is a movie - what songs would be in it? To find out, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
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Movie Trailer: Diablo - Resign From Life (Over before it's begining XD)
Opening Credits: The Birthday Massacre - Remember Me
Waking Up: The Proclaimers - I'm Gonna Be(500 Miles) (the first line is When I wake