Picture a sleeping beauty
Falling in the stars and creating a splash
The moon will bounce on the ripples
And the sky will finally fall
Over again
I see this inside my mind
And its the only night I want to see
Take this thought and let it ride
Until the yellow paint runs dry
The blacktop bleeds into the shoulder
And the gravel wears to dust
And, oh, I know youre here
I know youre waiting
Listening to silence
Breed in the air
Theres poison in the misery well
Dropped in there by her darkened hand.
A midnight tan.
There is no sanctuary in this night,
Blackest of blackest.
So, dear, what have you left?
What will you take?
When will you suffer?
Show me hell one more time,
Because I need to see your eyes.
Theres a man who stands at the edge. He is wrapped tightly in a long, black coat, and wears a hat pulled down over his eyes of blue. His face is aged and cracked, but you know this man could not be more than thirty years old, if hes a day. An ember burns at the end of a stick protruding from his lips, ashes from it carry on the wind blowing from the East. From his fingers, rubies drip gently like rain onto the golden grass that surrounds him.
He gazes out over the black waters, watching the sky burn orange as a new storm comes in against the wind. He smells the sulfur of the rain, and he knows that this is not something
An everlasing winter,
Snow falls everyday,
It's just a little town.
There are a couple residents,
But they don't talk very much,
They prefer to watch the people,
Staring back at them.
You could call this place
Atlantis,
Submerged underwater too,
But this will forever be
My little town
In the snowglobe on my dresser.
He looks up into her eyes, the rain blurring his already cloudy vision. Still, through the moisture and the star-spangled glare of the streetlights, he can see her, bathe din the white-light, a halo around a perfect angel. He bites his lip to make it through the pain and he smiles at her, and struggles to touch her cheek, to wipe away the tears. She gasps, a heavy sob, and holds his hand with her delicate fingers, the tears transferring from her cheek to his as she leans over him, looking down at the figure cradled in her lap.
He tries to tell her that it will all be okay, tries to whisper the words that need to be said, but the c
She sits alone in the corner of the party, unassuming in her beauty, oblivious to the stares of the boys. She fidgets, adjusting her dress, trying not to hold the gaze of anyone who looks at her, but she does catch their eyes, and contact is made, if even only for a fleeting moment. In all honesty, looking at her, holding that warm but solid gaze of hers, it is similar to falling.
Her hair falls just below her shoulders, a length that suits her well, and compliments the pattern dress that she wears. Her smile is warm and inviting, but when it is gone, she can turn you aw
Real life,
Reality,
Or just an illusion?
Is it true? Or just a figment
Of my mind?
Can you tell me,
What is real and what is not,
Or is it just impossible to tell?
What's the difference between
A dream and the real world?
Can you pinch me to make sure
I'm awake?
Or maybe this is all just a bad dream,
So how much longer 'till I wake?
Current Residence: USA Favourite genre of music: COUNTRY! Personal Quote: My dear friend, I do believe we are now in what is known as "deep... doo doo."
Favourite Visual Artist
Vincent Van Gogh
Favourite Movies
Enchanted, The Grudge, Grudge2
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Alison Krauss, Little Big Town, Evanescence, Danielle Peck, Lady Antebellum, Mindy Smith, and others
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allan Poe :D
Tools of the Trade
camera phone, computer, paper, pencil
Other Interests
country music, guitar, deviantART, school, animals
DeviantArt is FINALLY unblocked. Just letting people know, I've started a new account.
http://torimaria.deviantart.com/
And also, I FINALLY have a digital camera. FINALLY.
♥ToRi♥
I'm (bleeping) done with (bleeping) Rite Aid. Today we were in Rite Aid. Sami and me were off buying Monsters. We noticed Amber wasn't with us. We went to look for her. We found her in the make up aisle. We were about to tell her we were ready to leave. Some cashier lady came up to Amber. She said, "I saw what you were about to do." Amber said "What?" The lady said "I saw you try to steal that hair dye." "What hair dye?" "Look, I saw you put it under your shirt." (she was wearing a skin tight shirt, btw...)"You want me to leave?" "Yeah." "Fine, I'm leaving." She went and put her Monster back. The cashier lady looked at me and Sami. Me and Sam
Sorry. Yes another one...
IPOD SHUFFLE QUIZ.
Rules: Get your iPod, and put it on shuffle. Change each song for each question.
Have fun : )
How am I feeling today?:
Close My Eyes Forever
-Uh.......not really......-
Will I get far in life?:
Happy Birthday
-Why thank you, Beatles!...but my bdays in February... it's July....do I get cake?-
How do my friends see me?:
Brain Damage
-Du-heeeeeeeeeeeeeey....-
Where will I get Married?:
Send Her My Love
-Um... Wait, what...?-
What is my best friend's theme song?:
-Which one we talkin about?
Sami: Freewill
-Yup.-
Amber: Call Me When You're Sober
-She likes that song. Plus, I wonder