So bright.
Like I've woken
In a star.
Could it finally be
The End?
Fingers trembling over empty bottles,
Tripping blindly in their drunken state.
Choke 'em down,
Gagging and wretching.
Body raging one last fight
Against the contorted mind.
Flung through the Fifth Dimension,
Stumbling over the cracks in life,
The shadows are staring,
Their black hearts pounding.
This wounded heart
Scrambles and screams
Through the visions of the blood.
Bad trip.
Shuddering, shivering,
Rocking and rocking.
Glass in my feet,
In my hands, on the floor.
Howling, wailing,
Rocking and rocking,
For yesterday's tomorrow.
Stop it
All alone.
The Silence screaming against the fluttering of a weakened heart.
But to you it pounds.
Curled up among the Shadows.
Tuck it round your toes
Sealing the cracks
That expose your shivered flesh
To the monumental power of loneliness.
But the weak embrace of your
Helpless bones and the soft woollen weave
And the thin fabric soon
Shivers you too.
It's not love.
It's NOT love.
It's a blanket.
We'd lie in the summer sun,
In the long green grass,
And tenderly we'd link our hands,
Just us, alone, together.
Sailing on towards the night,
We'd watch the river flow,
Calmly rocking peaceful waves,
For us, alone, together.
---
You can see it in my eyes,
That this love never dies,
And as the sun begins to go,
We know this love can only grow.
---
A yellow sun, in orange haze,
And a deep red sky.
An empty field to fill with dreams,
Of us, alone, together.
The Innocent Dreamers by bananacustard, literature
Literature
The Innocent Dreamers
Young love
Cool nights.
Ripped Jeans
Moonlight.
In a double decker bus
Oh, the Innocent Dreamers.
Bright stars
Deep blue.
Sun rise
Just for you.
Lovely moon and freckled cheeks.
Oh, the Innocent Dreamers.
Lemonade
Sandy feet.
Fish and chips
The back seat
Never fading sunny smile.
Oh, the Innocent Dreamers.
-----
The World stood still,
For me and you.
The young and innocent dreamers.
And let us never forget,
How perfect it was to be
The Innocent Dreamers.
-----
New forever
Old guitar.
Kind eyes
Never far.
Let us never forget,
How perfect it was to be
The Innocent Dreamers.
Fragile patter, hollow footsteps,
Scampering of mouses feet.
Fairy tiptoe hop-a-skipping
Taps the drummer's gentle beat.
Faster, stronger, prouder, louder,
Madly racing horses feet.
Other fantasies and playmates,
Clapping out the steady beat.
Eyes that twinkle starts upon the
Fluttering of lover's feet.
Strengthened as they pound together.
Uncontrolled relentless beat.
Marching days that pass like hours,
Bitter sweet of trudging feet.
Life and death compose together,
Flying sparks release the beat.
Held entwined the great adventures
Cautious print of weary feet.
Growing echo clocks the masters
Slower more insistent beat.
F
Perfection exists in our dreams.
The Perfect day,
The Perfect job,
The Perfect child,
And the perfect picture.
But somewhere between the flawless fantasy,
And resisting reality,
The detail is lost.
And as perfection falls back
Into its place,
We realise we've wasted too much time
In the world of the impossible.
Perfection exists in our dreams.
So bright.
Like I've woken
In a star.
Could it finally be
The End?
Fingers trembling over empty bottles,
Tripping blindly in their drunken state.
Choke 'em down,
Gagging and wretching.
Body raging one last fight
Against the contorted mind.
Flung through the Fifth Dimension,
Stumbling over the cracks in life,
The shadows are staring,
Their black hearts pounding.
This wounded heart
Scrambles and screams
Through the visions of the blood.
Bad trip.
Shuddering, shivering,
Rocking and rocking.
Glass in my feet,
In my hands, on the floor.
Howling, wailing,
Rocking and rocking,
For yesterday's tomorrow.
Stop it
All alone.
The Silence screaming against the fluttering of a weakened heart.
But to you it pounds.
Curled up among the Shadows.
Tuck it round your toes
Sealing the cracks
That expose your shivered flesh
To the monumental power of loneliness.
But the weak embrace of your
Helpless bones and the soft woollen weave
And the thin fabric soon
Shivers you too.
It's not love.
It's NOT love.
It's a blanket.
We'd lie in the summer sun,
In the long green grass,
And tenderly we'd link our hands,
Just us, alone, together.
Sailing on towards the night,
We'd watch the river flow,
Calmly rocking peaceful waves,
For us, alone, together.
---
You can see it in my eyes,
That this love never dies,
And as the sun begins to go,
We know this love can only grow.
---
A yellow sun, in orange haze,
And a deep red sky.
An empty field to fill with dreams,
Of us, alone, together.
The Innocent Dreamers by bananacustard, literature
Literature
The Innocent Dreamers
Young love
Cool nights.
Ripped Jeans
Moonlight.
In a double decker bus
Oh, the Innocent Dreamers.
Bright stars
Deep blue.
Sun rise
Just for you.
Lovely moon and freckled cheeks.
Oh, the Innocent Dreamers.
Lemonade
Sandy feet.
Fish and chips
The back seat
Never fading sunny smile.
Oh, the Innocent Dreamers.
-----
The World stood still,
For me and you.
The young and innocent dreamers.
And let us never forget,
How perfect it was to be
The Innocent Dreamers.
-----
New forever
Old guitar.
Kind eyes
Never far.
Let us never forget,
How perfect it was to be
The Innocent Dreamers.
Fragile patter, hollow footsteps,
Scampering of mouses feet.
Fairy tiptoe hop-a-skipping
Taps the drummer's gentle beat.
Faster, stronger, prouder, louder,
Madly racing horses feet.
Other fantasies and playmates,
Clapping out the steady beat.
Eyes that twinkle starts upon the
Fluttering of lover's feet.
Strengthened as they pound together.
Uncontrolled relentless beat.
Marching days that pass like hours,
Bitter sweet of trudging feet.
Life and death compose together,
Flying sparks release the beat.
Held entwined the great adventures
Cautious print of weary feet.
Growing echo clocks the masters
Slower more insistent beat.
F
Perfection exists in our dreams.
The Perfect day,
The Perfect job,
The Perfect child,
And the perfect picture.
But somewhere between the flawless fantasy,
And resisting reality,
The detail is lost.
And as perfection falls back
Into its place,
We realise we've wasted too much time
In the world of the impossible.
Perfection exists in our dreams.
Current Residence: In a world of my own... deviantWEAR sizing preference: Um,, haven't the foggiest. Print preference: Double sided - saves paper. Favourite genre of music: A little bit of everything except pop and rap. Favourite photographer: Some of the most amazing photos come from complete amateurs. Favourite style of art: Anything with a message that means something or shows something about the way we should or do act. Operating System: I don't want an operation. SCARY. MP3 player of choice: MINE!!! Shell of choice: Not atomic shells. Or bomb shells. Wallpaper of choice: Wallpaper of D O O M Skin of choice: Mine, if it's not too much trouble. Favourite cartoon character: Wallace and Gromit. Personal Quote: Ooops...
Favourite Visual Artist
My grandpa.
Favourite Movies
Harry Potter!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Who rock my socks and The Beatles groove my shoes!
Favourite Writers
Anyone inspiring, with moral views.
Favourite Games
Rounders, cricket, badminton, chess, table football, othello, footie, rugby and tag, spuddle etc.
Hello everyone :)
I haven't updated in a while... since about a month ago. A month and 2 days. So, how is everyone?
How has summer been? :)
I'm sorry I haven't been very active over the past couple of weeks/ months.. I'll happily look at any works you'd particularly like me too... especially any poetry because I know that doesn't always get read. :)
So, nearly the start of a new school year. Which is odd, because for us it's a really busy year, and then I guess it suddenly ends. So, I'm looking forward to it and dreading it. :S
:hug:
Also, if anyone wants to check out DoodleMoon (https://www.deviantart.com/doodlemoon)... She's my sister :)and has just got dA :).
:peace:
I haven't updated in a while, so this is just so you know I haven't dissapeared.
How is everyone?
1. ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Finnbar Tilly BGG
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavour, fave type of shoe): Chunky Monkey Monkey boot
3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favourite colour, favourite animal): Red cat
4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Isobel Reading
5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name): McNhe
6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favourite colour, favourite drink): Orange Irn Bru
7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers):