Abusive Mother Nature by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
Abusive Mother Nature
1.
Every seed that falls is one that
has to land somewhere.
Falling from rock to rock, tree to tree,
stupid nature to stupid nature.
Mother, why do this to me?
Why go so far to write my death up in your books and
leave me here to dig my own grave?
Mother, look at me.
Look at what your roots did to me.
Mother, I'm falling
and I've landed in the gravel.
2.
Mother, I'm your little seed. And I've fallen
and fallen
and fallen
and I'm not in my death bed.
It's cold here. And I look up at the sky you'
globes that can't stay still by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
globes that can't stay still
words are a mystery that start from one person
formed through joy and pain. birth and destruction
and the words would be passed down
and down
and down
and
down
until they're barely
the same anymore.
they're not broken or deformed. just rounded.
the edges aren't edges. fits the puzzle but
there's still gaps between each piece. even so
it makes something complete yet incomplete.
it won't be, anyways. not when
the globes keep rolling off the table.
but when they keep still what you see
is an entire universe
one of h
she had a knife in one hand
and an apple in the other
she could have been either
one, really. sweet and bright
or cold and painful.
but why would that matter to
her? she's blood and bone
wrapped in skin. there's no
core to grow or a blade to
slice it down.
maybe she's tired and that's
why she thinks of this.
thinks of sweetness and blades.
sweet blades.
she was just hungry.
so she took the knife in her
hand and let it meet the apple
in her other. blade against
skin. red skin against silver
metal. they became friends - or
at least she thought they did,
seeing the apple let the knife
inside it's skin so it wouldn't
have to be cold metal
from the boy who isn't breathing yet - by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
from the boy who isn't breathing yet -
so you look me in the eye and tell me you love me
and maybe i'm the idiot, but i just don't seem to understand
love is devotion. love is soul searching. love is knowing someone in and out and embracing it. you, hino eiji, don’t seem to get any of this.
don’t tell me you love me when you call me out for being selfish
don’t tell me you love me when you throw me aside for the life of some guy who barely knows your name
don’t tell me you love me
when you throw my life on the ground
and tell me it doesn't mean anything to you
you see, there’s a thing called being alive and it came with borrowing this used up body. no
in the hole in her skin you find
one heart
still young, still beating
quite damaged;
a little more than its meant to be
it isn't broken (or at least it isn't yet)
she did this to herself
we don't need another revolution by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
we don't need another revolution
we're finally dead, you and i
we don't carry guns between our fingers anymore
we've left them on the bedside table
next to filled diaries
empty bottles of pills
now we're sat in front of the television
you're trying to relive your whole life again
pinpoint where we went wrong
i just want to get this over with
skip to the part where the guns
fell from our hands
Abusive Mother Nature by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
Abusive Mother Nature
1.
Every seed that falls is one that
has to land somewhere.
Falling from rock to rock, tree to tree,
stupid nature to stupid nature.
Mother, why do this to me?
Why go so far to write my death up in your books and
leave me here to dig my own grave?
Mother, look at me.
Look at what your roots did to me.
Mother, I'm falling
and I've landed in the gravel.
2.
Mother, I'm your little seed. And I've fallen
and fallen
and fallen
and I'm not in my death bed.
It's cold here. And I look up at the sky you'
globes that can't stay still by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
globes that can't stay still
words are a mystery that start from one person
formed through joy and pain. birth and destruction
and the words would be passed down
and down
and down
and
down
until they're barely
the same anymore.
they're not broken or deformed. just rounded.
the edges aren't edges. fits the puzzle but
there's still gaps between each piece. even so
it makes something complete yet incomplete.
it won't be, anyways. not when
the globes keep rolling off the table.
but when they keep still what you see
is an entire universe
one of h
she had a knife in one hand
and an apple in the other
she could have been either
one, really. sweet and bright
or cold and painful.
but why would that matter to
her? she's blood and bone
wrapped in skin. there's no
core to grow or a blade to
slice it down.
maybe she's tired and that's
why she thinks of this.
thinks of sweetness and blades.
sweet blades.
she was just hungry.
so she took the knife in her
hand and let it meet the apple
in her other. blade against
skin. red skin against silver
metal. they became friends - or
at least she thought they did,
seeing the apple let the knife
inside it's skin so it wouldn't
have to be cold metal
from the boy who isn't breathing yet - by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
from the boy who isn't breathing yet -
so you look me in the eye and tell me you love me
and maybe i'm the idiot, but i just don't seem to understand
love is devotion. love is soul searching. love is knowing someone in and out and embracing it. you, hino eiji, don’t seem to get any of this.
don’t tell me you love me when you call me out for being selfish
don’t tell me you love me when you throw me aside for the life of some guy who barely knows your name
don’t tell me you love me
when you throw my life on the ground
and tell me it doesn't mean anything to you
you see, there’s a thing called being alive and it came with borrowing this used up body. no
in the hole in her skin you find
one heart
still young, still beating
quite damaged;
a little more than its meant to be
it isn't broken (or at least it isn't yet)
she did this to herself
we don't need another revolution by FeebleLittleMind, literature
Literature
we don't need another revolution
we're finally dead, you and i
we don't carry guns between our fingers anymore
we've left them on the bedside table
next to filled diaries
empty bottles of pills
now we're sat in front of the television
you're trying to relive your whole life again
pinpoint where we went wrong
i just want to get this over with
skip to the part where the guns
fell from our hands
If only morphine numbed the pain
Stopped my heart for just a day
Cause when these people cause my blood stain
They will never know its because of what they say
If only codone stopped my brain
These days are hard to sustain
My heart turned black long ago
You made me try, good show
If only the hurt solved my problems
Today was the darkest day
These things could sorta solve 'em
But i wouldn't get to stay
its been over a year and things have changed and i like keeping track of that change and really thats the only reason why this is still here and i'm not trying to cover up this mess with red ribbons
i'm krea. 13. i'm a bit like the other one who used to go here except i'm a bit deeper under the ice and the other one is a bit lost on the surface.
theres a side of me thats somewhat good and you can find that on tumblr. here you'll find i'm trying to get something done.
lately i've developed this passion for writing, like
i've been reading a lot of poetry lately
and every time i do i go
"hey
thats amazing
i want to be able to do that"
so long story short im trying to grow as a person and call myself a writer
i haven't gotten there yet exactly but i'm trying
and i'm trying to extend my horizons and whatnot so here i am on deviantart again and i'm trying to get to that point
so to whoever's still here to see anything i make
it'll be me trying to put words together
like, i could post something when i come home or like 4 in the morning or whatever
it'll probably be frequent and it'll probably get rea
i don't know what to do or why i'm here but hey i'm not dead yet let's go fuck shit up
hi. i'm krea. and who knows maybe i can do something good here. for myself, for other people, idk man
nice to re-meet you
Yeah
Sup bros
Dropping by to say that I hardly ever use deviantart anymore
so don't expect any special shit from me here wooo
HOWEVER~
I'm almost ALWAYS on tumblr now, so if you need me I'll be there
feeblelittlemind.tumblr.com
Also,
I have recently been addicted to Kamen Rider
it isn't healthy
that is all
Byebye deviantart