I can see only as far as a can of paint will spray;
I'm watching them mark out the scene of a crime.
On the curb sits a girl wrapped in a blanket
A trickle of blood drips from her hollow frame.
"Where are you hurt?!" "You need to see a doctor!"
She tries to explain she doesn't feel a thing
And points repeatedly to the center of the road
There a heart lays outlined in white chalk.
They've found the real victim.
You Can Stop Screaming by BrokenWingedAngel, literature
Literature
You Can Stop Screaming
you can stop screaming now
it doesn't hurt anymore;
If you'd just come over here and look
you'd realize you've stopped feeling.
Come take a look at this,
this mangled form lying right here,
why are you even still bothering
to put up this great fight.
i'll make you see this
one way or another,
you'll eventually come to terms with
the fact that you've already died.
take a step back and behold
your life as it once was
I suggest you make a memory of things,
this is the last time you'll ever see them this way.
Stop fucking with my head,
I'm getting tired of hearing your bullshit.
I bet you've used that line a thousand times.
What the hell made me think I was any different
Than any of the others you've mindfucked before?
I never was one of those,
Cheap, immature, fickle, little whores,
Who would fall for anything that could walk and talk.
I've seen this game played so many times before.
How could I have let myself fall into this trap of yours?
Well I've had it with this,
Tired of all your constant lies,
I've learned not to trust a word that comes from your mouth.
Hope you truly don't give a shit about me,
Because it's a bit too late to
I am happy,
lost and bored,
I am friendly,
But I long to be yours.
I am lonely,
dead and sad,
I am depressed,
Over what we could have had.
I am pretty,
quiet and shy,
I am beautiful,
but only deep down inside.
I am nothing,
distraught and annoyed,
I am sick,
Of being destroyed.
I am crushed,
black and blue,
I am confused,
Only about you.
I am sorry,
frustrated and pissed,
I am tired,
Of not being kissed.
I am furious,
cold as stone,
I am fed up,
With being alone.
I am cautious,
calloused and weary,
I am scared,
And now, all teary.
I feel empty,
dumb and screwed.
I am forever,
Being used.
I am played,
hated
Current Residence: New Jersey deviantWEAR sizing preference: Fitted stuff = Small - everything else= Medium Favourite genre of music: all kinds- it varies day to day depending on my mood Operating System: Vistarded Shell of choice: Ninja Turtle Wallpaper of choice: the kind for walls Skin of choice: human Favourite cartoon character: Grim (Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)
Favourite Visual Artist
painter-dali
Favourite Movies
Donnie Darko.Fight Club.Office Space.Nightmare Before Christmas.Alice in Wonderland
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I like so many...
Favourite Writers
Emily Dickinson, Poe, Lewis Carroll
Favourite Games
American McGee's Alice
Favourite Gaming Platform
my Xbox
Tools of the Trade
Canon Equipment, my eyes, my mind, and your mom frequently comes in handy.
Other Interests
horseback riding, photography, writing, drawing, cars, and many other things.
Dear DevArt,
I'm sorry I've neglected you so long. Life keeps me busy enough to offer me no time to play with you. Working 35-40 hours a week, school full time, and an awesome boyfriend keep me away from drowning in the interwebs. I have been trying to keep up on my photography, though, and will post as much of that as I can.
Love,
Krystina
Horse news:
This month is one year of owning the awesome ponyface, Austin! yay! So far, we've done lots of trail riding, some ring riding, and some trailering out!
In October we did the Bucks County Horse Park Spook-a-Rama Hunter Pace dressed up as a witch (me) and her cat (Austin)
--he was really good! Fast, as always, but we jumped every jump and he went through water! We went to jump a jump that had two height level choices and did the short one first- it was only about 2'. I had a hard time trying to figure out how high the other side was because it was on an uphill--it didn't look that much bigger than the other since it was righ
Okay...so...
I don't think anyone even reads my dA page anymore. That's ok though...half the time I want to write things I don't want anyone reading them anyway.
Horseface:
My Austin is a jumper. He knows some basic dressage, which is how my sister rides, and we're starting to teach him more. I felt bad that my sister didn't get to ride as much as she used to be able to so I offered to let her play with Austin. She got him a new dressage saddle, pink pad, pink whips, pink lunge line, pink diamond brow band, and a lot of cookies. I bought her a bridle for him. I'm looking at another trial saddle to see if it fits his big butt. This o