Gone are the days
Of running bare feet.
Gone are the days
Of playing in the street.
Gone are the days
Of dancing in rain.
Gone are the days
Of whisper down the lane.
Gone are the days
Of singing with friends.
Gone are the days
Of making amends.
Gone are the days
When childhood dreams
Linger in our minds.
O how far it seems.
Those days are gone
And gone they are.
Never to return
From afar.
Cold,
Bleak, barren –
Everything looks lifeless,
Frigid with despair –
Four familiar forms freeze,
Kissed by the Winter wind.
Their arms reaching out for warmth,
Slowly hidden by newly fallen snow.
Slowly being crushed by the added weight –
Then forever forgotten – lost in this Wintry World…
As I walk among the drawings,
I feel an eye on my back.
A cute lil' monkey peeks from the corner.
Hello, Monkey
Its face holds a smile –
But its eyes fill with longing.
The desire to run among the students,
The need to walk on its own.
It is but a drawing –
A lonely piece of art
Good bye, Monkey
His eyes latch onto another student as I leave.
Self Portrait of a Friend by WaterFarie88, literature
Literature
Self Portrait of a Friend
Walking in a sea of art,
A lone picture catches my eye.
So like my friend –
And yet so different.
The boy has his eyes
And also his hair
But not the vitality of my dear friend.
The boy is but a clone,
A cheap imitation.
It cannot compare with the real thing,
It cannot compare with Owen MacRorie…
Beauty is seen differently
By every living thing.
Some argue that it's art.
People admire paintings,
Drawings done by others.
Interpretations are given
Meanings are collaborated.
I stand and observe –
Time passing slowly.
But all I can say is –
It is but only Art –
It can only be
An open arch –
An empty gateway –
Sun slowly setting from behind the clouds.
Closing my eyes, I finally see
The open arch in front of me.
It draws me forward –
My need to walk through –
I know now what to expect,
I know not what I will see,
I only know that I –
Free from all bounds –
Will finally fly free…
She stands alone at the window,
Staring at the rain,
Waiting for the rainbow
To show up and lessen her pain.
To know that she loved him,
But she could never tell
Watching her dream dim
On the past, she dwells.
I wait everyday,
For the darkness to come,
Waiting for the gray,
To invade the light.
Wondering when it'll arrive,
Hoping it would be here soon,
Looking out the window,
And seeing the moon,
Glowing dimly in the sky,
Seeing a flicker of movement,
And hearing a cry,
As a helpless victim,
Falls under their spell,
Never to wake up again,
And hear their own heart beat,
Or feel blood rushing through their veins,
Down to their feet.
It is unwise to be out,
In the dead of night,
Wandering about,
Without any light.
Heed the words of the undead,
Listen carefully to what I have just said,
or they will come for you too,
you k
The rose, beautiful but deadly
Lies alone on the table.
The petals slowly wilting,
As the flower gradually shrivels up.
Without it's vital leaves,
It will give up wretchedly.
struggling till the end,
Until it is no longer able.
The leaves are so close,
Yet they are so distant,
But never for the rose.
You act like nothing's wrong,
The day after our fight.
You never had a second thought
About what would have been right.
After we made up,
Whether by phone or in person,
You never had a second thought
About how the gap between us had worsen.
Whenever you come over,
Whenever we hang out,
You never had a second thought
About my sleepless nights full of doubt.
What does our friendship mean to you?
Our many fights,
Your many second chances,
Will it end with another sleepless night?
Thank you for being there for me,
Whenever I needed you.
Even though we didn't always agree,
I still treasured our talks.
Somehow you knew,
The right words to say,
To help me forget my problem or work them out.
I hope that we will always stay
Friends till the end without a doubt.
Far into the future,
We will continue our lives.
Going off to college,
And living until the end arrives.
Our lives will go down separate routes,
But we will hopefully be friends nevertheless.
I will remember your advice,
And also your kindness.
As time goes on,
And everyone changes,
I hope one thing stays certain,
That we will always be friends.
Current Residence: In a house Favourite genre of music: Soundtracks Operating System: Windows Favourite cartoon character: Youko Kurama *drool*; Nuriko, Chichiri, Tasuki Personal Quote: I write what I feel and I feel what I write.
Favourite Movies
Princess Mononoke; Dead Poets Society
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy X-2; Final Fantasy X
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
Digital Camera, a pencil, my heart
Other Interests
reading, writing, singing, acting, photography, jrotc, etc.
hey tammy personal question: people are complaining i am becoming a bad person from the new kids i hang out with. what do you think? sorry its random, but i don't want to feel like people are starting to look down on me as an outcast.
So...you are the famous Tammy that Sean keeps on talking about. I'm his friend Nick, which depending on how he has presented me is either famous or infamous . I saw that you too have a DA account, so I'd figured on stopping by and taking a look-see. Feel free to stop by my corner of DA and see the crap that I pass off as art.