lifelessxlullaby's Stories

The Arctic

2008-09-14T15:46:28Z

The frozen tundra belongs to me. All the miles of simply white and nothing more is mine for the taking. Frozen bits of air make me numb to my surroundings as I trudge on. The snow of loneliness falls steadily upon my hair, my body heat not quite enough to melt it. Should I survive thsi frozen expanse, what else is left for me? I must keep walking through my arctic world that belongs only to me. I walk across the ice, hoping to fall, simply for a change of scenery. But I know I will keep traveling on across the blank screen forever.

"Love is a many splendid things"

2008-09-14T15:40:14Z

Kissed lips and forever singing a song
To broken notes and harmonious whispers
“I love you’s” breaking through in a chorus of tell-tale voices
Through moonlight and the like of starry night skies
White truths and white lies in essence
Concocted in a brilliant sentence showing nothing but teeth
They see through your impenetrable invisible shield
Reaching nothing but air as they probe for the truth
Crickets and violins intertwine as summer’s ending
Looms ever possible above the heads of those
Wrapped in the velvet life of being in love
Clear skin and clearer skies make for unimaginable scenes
As your back is pressed to nothing but the earth
And your eyes send forth into nothing but everything else
The seed you’ve planted whithers in comparison
To what you’ve found that you find oh so lovely.
Breaths taken in a heightened frequency
As fingers move along in their slow symphony
So remember this miracle, because most likely
Its going to have to last you a lifetime.

Fire and Music

2008-05-03T21:01:55Z

Pulses moving, people calling
Through dimly lit rooms as the beat keeps feet moving
the attraction, ladies and gentlemen, is simply beating hearts
You feel the heat as your face flushes in desperation
To find someone as alive as you.
Someone who can keep pace with such a fast moving night
Travel through the stars, speeding along, forgetting about the morning.
His eyes keep you suspended as you fight gravity.
Tighten your shell, keep dancing. Falling apart brings down the high.
He’s coming closer, his eyes locked on the keyholes of your eyes.
You don’t want to feel this now. You don’t think you can feel anything more than shivers rolling down your spine.
He takes your hands, the softest skin encloses yours in longing desperation.
The clear crystals hold you there as you melt.
Crash and burn, darling, crash and burn.
You see yourself go up in flames.
~~crash and burn~~ fall in love

Little Boy Blue

2008-05-03T20:36:46Z

Oh, little boy blue, as your eyes find mine in this treacherous game,
I take your hand in disguise of friendship,
but if only you knew it were real.
Oh, little boy blue
Give me a glance into your mind.
Your closed-up heart gives me nothing to dream on
Oh, little boy blue
Give your heart to me
I promise you mine is already yours.
Oh, little boy blue.
Is it so hard to understand?
I am hopelessly in love with you

Lyrics Challenge! For all you music lovers!

2008-04-28T20:55:27Z

Ok! So! I was just messing around today and listening to music…when this idea just hit me! so i have a challenge for you guys. I have no clue if you’ll like it or not…but whatever its my first challenge thinnggiee. So. you have a choice of TWO things. K so one is to make a poem ENTIRELY out of lyrics from different songs…but you MUST put them in quotations and you MUST give credit to the artists in a sequel…otherwise you can, you know, get like arrested. The other one is to choose a line from one of your favorite songs and make a story off of it! I’ll have one from the first option on here sometime in the next couple days…im jsut real busy. So this is def a challenge for all you music lovers! So comment this and tell me if its like..a stupid idea haha. So anyways happy writing!

Liars for Lovers [One More Word Challenge]

2008-04-27T01:57:33Z

Love. I said. Broken and dented. Falling back to failure. Remembering when you broke me. How I never bothered to complain. I was just happy to see you. To know someone like you actually saw me. I was being foolish, I guess you could say. Thinking someone like you could ever need someone like me. Love, you said, but it wasn’t anything more than a lie.

This Is Just to Say [Apology Challenge]

2008-04-26T01:40:13Z

This is just to say
Sorry for leaving in the midst of all the chaos
Forgetting to tell you everything
That you surely needed me to
Forgetting to call your name
as you walked down the hall
Forgetting to wave to you
as you walked by me
Forgetting to hold your hand
as we strolled down mainstreet
This is just to say sorry
For forgetting to tell you
I love you.

"Best Friends" is a weapon

2008-04-26T01:32:13Z

Colliding with the open window as I throw myself into things I’ve never felt before. Jealousy claws as love aches, and I’m seeing a reflection of emotions, not people. I catch myself as I fall, telling myself to deal with it. Keep pushing against the shove, it’ll all get better. I can’t keep you for myself forever. The words you say, well they kill me, but I love them all the same. Just speak into my ear, so I can die happy. These oceans of feelings keep crashing as i sleep soundly remembering your smile. Another dream to wake up from, I suppose, as my lips touch yours in imaginary scenes. The music keeps playing, so why is the silence so deep? Nothing more than petty desires, yet it hurts too much to bear. Raw, innocent thoughts turn into what seperates children from adults. Cursive words of terrible innocence mar the white skin of blank pages. Best friends is the gun you’ve got in mind, so put it to my heart and pull the trigger. I’d like a hole in my heart so I don’t see your apologetic eyes

Thoughts.

2008-04-24T00:42:20Z

We are but little tiny ants roaming in the world where feet take the time to carefully crush our heads before we duck and run for cover. The rain sweeps us off our feet, drowning us. We fall carelessly in love, only to be destroyed because our armor is nothing more than pale skin. We cry over meaningless things, wishing we could change things inevitable. Our fragile lips touch in desperate attempts to make sure we’re still there with someone else. Pulses beat with a steady pounding us, sending blood boiling at little insecurities. Our fingers are cold, longing for someone else to keep them warm. We reach out for anything to remind us life is okay in the end. Stay up all night remembering what he said to you, sleep soundly thinking of what you wish he did. Spend your days watching and longing for the softest touch of reality to pull you out of the hole you’re drowning in. Now that these things become visible, we hide them in secrets as we dream of whatever we can’t have.

Shipwreck

2008-04-23T23:08:57Z

Take me with you, breathe love into me.
Meet me at the horizon, steal away to the edge of the world.
Your lips versus good judgement.
We never were good thinkers, were we?
Old men pen legends of things we imagine to be real
As the storms blow in, seeking respite after weather less than desirable, we follow the dark clouds towards endless destinations.
The sea sings songs of times long lost, lives spoken little of after drowned in petty desired as waves of jealousy crash over, forgetting friendships.
Whatever we have is like a ball of yarn, thick yet so easy to rip, not so easy to get rid of.
I tear the strings to destroy the feeling the spins me and twists me, but I hold on to what I love so dearly.
You find other things, other islands in troubled waters,
Leaving me to drown at the merciless waves of my own heart.
I can’t seem to remember why I came here in the first place,
except that your eyes were so inviting I just couldn’t refuse.
Abandon me to myself, I’ll leave you to discover life.

Shadows

2008-04-23T22:19:07Z

Till the morning rises, I cannot forget why I let the night come in. I will never understand why I keep stars close and shun the moon away. As moonbeams cast lines of white through my bedroom window, I open the screen, longing to jump into the careless nature of shadows covering what used to be bright. I see things in different motions, in different magics. Sleeping in silence only when the earth is too quiet for sunlight. Maybe these things make sense, maybe not. Perhaps I’m just imagining a world more likeable than my own. For the life of me, I refuse to see through different eyes, those that keep close to reality. Its so easy for me to drift off in dreams about keeping hidden, impossible to be seen, so that I may slip away until time pulls me under. Disappearing into the night, I forget what its like to live and remember what its like to be alive, as I breathe in what was meant to be water yet belongs to me as oxygen

Rose-colored Symbolism

2008-04-23T22:11:28Z

I picked the rose in the garden, and the thorns ripped open my flesh, carelessly dragging skin back as the red petals freed themselves from the tangle of deadly spears. Red blossomed from under my skin, a brilliant scarlet second only to the rose. I wondered what in the world I was doing in this perfect little garden, thinking I could take something so beautiful as my own. The rose seemed to whither before my eyes and I regretted removing it. It would be better leaving it here, in this quiet, beautiful world. It struck me that I always mess things up, by being greedy, by just wanting more. By wanting something so beautiful, so perfect, that its not realistic to take it when I find it. And look at where I am now. Bleeding for a stupid rose that never meant anything anyway. Objectively, now, I could see it wasn’t that pretty. A bright color maybe, but rather simple. Not worth injury. Why had I been so in love with it? I looked at my cut, and then looked at my rose. It reminds me of you.

Food for thought.

2007-11-17T22:16:50Z

He used to my everything. My absolute everything. The world spun on top of his head, held up by only his hands. He was my life. He was the only thing worth living for.
What happens when that gets taken away? What happens when you’re everything turns into nothing? What are you supposed to do then? Find somebody else? Who can replace perfection? Questions, questions, no answers! How
completely awful is it that you put so much…so much love in a single person and then that gets ripped away from you? It feels like someone tore your heart out, stomped on it, shredded it, and gave it back to you, expecting you to use it the same way. What are you supposed to do with that?

And what happens when he comes back? If he comes back? Will everything be back to normal? Or will I hate him for leaving me? Will he love me for being the same? Or hate me because I’m always so available for him, always there. I never disappear, so why is he allowed to ?

The Hidden

2007-09-26T01:50:25Z

Still so quiet, still so desperately, I waited for the end
Stuck in such a quiet, such a desperate place.
Hopelessly hoping for something to hope for
Are you paying attention? Can you hear the irony?
I hear the throats ripped raw from saying what they need to
I feel the hearts torn up from holding what the want to.
I tell you these things yet I keep them hidden in my secret place
Beneath all the truths, and deeper than the lies
I keep them hidden in this desperate place
So quietly now, you whisper my name
For goodbyes or hellos, it seems I’ll never know
In this white, white room
In this quiet, quiet place
With all the hidden, with all the hidden
With all the nothing, with absolutely nothing
I look in the mirror and touch your hand
WIth all the hidden
Do you understand?
You are my hidden.

The End

2007-09-21T22:24:52Z

I’d had the impression I was falling, but I didn’t really realize it until I caught onto something. Here was his hand, outstretched, and ready for me to hold it. I wasn’t sure whether i wanted to keep falling rather than drag him down with me. It hurt me in the worst way to keep him suffering like this. I desperately wanted him to tell me goodbye. It wasn’t that he was leading me on, it was more like I was leading myself on. I couldn’t fully heal until he left.
i sat there, clutched in his arms. I finally got control of myself, too weary to stand. I just rested my head against his shoulder, waiting for the words to come out of his mouth. I looked up at him, and he was looking down at me. His eyes twinkled.
Gently, with his hand, he turned my face towards him, and lifted my chin up with his thumb. He brushed his lips ever so softly against mine, and he pulled back for a fraction of a second. Then he pressed hsi lips against mine.

After a moment, he pulled back. “i’m not saying goodbye,” he whispered.