Isnt It Funny? by ShatteredSocialScene, literature
Literature
Isnt It Funny?
Ruin Me.
Hurt Me.
Watch me bleed.
Take a picture.
You laugh...
And isnt it funny?
How I take it...
And isnt it funny?
That I let you...
Ruin Me.
Hurt Me.
I fake "I Love Yous"
To avoid your fist.
You laugh...
And isnt it funny?
How I take it...
And isnt it funny?
That I let you...
Ruin Me.
Hurt Me.
And isnt it funny?
That I told...
And isnt it funny?
You're no longer on your thrown of gold/
Ruin You.
Hurt You.
Isnt it funny?
She knew him for many years.
He was so much her.
She told him she loved him.
But he didn't hear.
He didnt want her.
He wanted something unobtainable.
He wanted something else. Always.
She was never enough.
She knew him for many years.
He was the only one that made sense.
She cried when he wasnt around.
But he didn't see.
He didnt want her.
He wanted something more beautiful.
He wanted something else. Always.
She was never enough.
She knew him for many years.
"You arent what want. You're not enough."
She was bruised when told that.
But he didn't know.
He didnt want her.
He wanted something more practical.
He want somethin
Maybe I'm not what you expected
Because I'm not all tall and blonde
Or I maybe I should be something different
I've been pleasing you all along.
Maybe I'm not what you wanted.
You chose me in a desperate rush.
Or I maybe I should be something different.
I've been keeping a quiet hush.
Maybe I'm not what you needed.
Because I'm not willing to mold.
I won't be something different.
You didn't need love, you needed trophy gold.
And she is so whimsical with her curly hair
It falls into her eyes and they guys go wild for her
For every little thing she says and everyway she turns
And I stand in the corner
Upset.
Upturned.
Out done, most of all.
Wishing just wishing that I could be like her.
I could have the curly hair that falls into my eyes.
And the guys would go wild for me.
And that I could say stupid things that everyone loves.
I cant.
Because I'm not.
And I long so badly to be her.
To be beautiful.
And perfect.
But I'll never be that girl.
You're so apprehensive
To be normal
To be sane
To be okay
You're so scared of having anyone
in your heart
On you side
on your mind
anywhere
The narcissus
gets to you more than anybody else
You find yourself oh so
high
with disregard for anyone but yourself
And I know it's hard for you
to understand consequence
and I know it's hard for you
to not get everything you want
You get so angry when I don't give you my life
My body
anything I say is cast aside
and turned into a
world of you.
And you get so hostile
When someone calls you on your shit
and realizes that your just performing
and figures out every
calculated mov
A Strange Breakfast by ShatteredSocialScene, literature
Literature
A Strange Breakfast
After a erotic evening prior, the light shown in through the ajar blinds in the eyes of Bradley Donovan and onto the body of the estranged lover beside him. He shaded his eyes with his large hand and turned to see the second human lying in his bed. She was, of course, stunning, Brad wouldn't have his women any other way.
Naked beside him she lay; she was silent and peaceful. The shadows cast on her china doll face. Her long fair hair fell down her back as other strands lay astray on the pillow. One of her breasts remain exposed, soft like a woman's breast should be. A ruby ring was featured on her right hand. The gold band and red gem c
Take off my overcoat
Unbutton it real slow
Whisper things in my ear that I cant understand
Die with me right now
Just as long as we're both here
Trying to be discreet
As we stare at each other
across the record store
Don't let me go
Sit with me while
Your straight face and my smile
Hold me, in sweet denial of all that around us now
Just play our song on your guitar
as I serenade you quietly
Make me mad
But let's never fight
Show me that you care, cry a little bit, and I'll cry too
Give a simple kiss
be cautious not to over do it
Hold my hand, they are always cold
Kiss my collar bone, make me moan, claim your throne
Brush
The Woman On The Beach by ShatteredSocialScene, literature
Literature
The Woman On The Beach
I had never met the girl; who she was exactly remained a mystery to everyone, though she'd lived here for as long as I can remember. Even if tourists visited constantly and it became increasingly annoying as time went on I felt very fortunate to live in the small beach town. I was sitting quietly on a large piece of drift wood drawing things in the sand with a solid stick when she ran down though the sand barefoot. I do not think she noticed me because she rewarded me no awareness at all. I remember her sobbing hard, harder than I had seen anyone cry in my life, even my mom when I had told her I hated her in grammar school. She ran very fas