Smoke and mirrors won't hide our shame
You think of her, but it ain't her name
Life breaks away from shaking hands
Promises and wedding bands
One night stands and melodies
Of broken hearts and sweet release
I can't say, I didn't want to try.
Tears won't fall not anymore,
She heard you slam the sliding door
Baby, it's not what you want to think
But she's tired and simply takes a drink
Whiskey sings us sad, sad songs so out of tune
Didn't I say that I was leaving soon?
I doubt that sinners get the chance to cry.
So get down on your knees and pray
For all your sins and what it seems
Like all your hopes and all your dreams
The re
Nobody said it was easy... by Silver-Sigh, literature
Literature
Nobody said it was easy...
Nobody said it was easy
Its such a shame for us to part.
No one ever said this would be easy.
They never tell you how your heart aches, with an acute, resounding cry, how your knees give out in defeat, and your hands tremble with the strain of having nothing to hold on to. Of not having her to hold on to. Some how, they leave that out when preparing to save the one you love, by means of cutting the cord.
It was the most painful, excruciating thing you mightve ever done in your life. The look in her eyes said it all, its burned deep into your memory, and haunts you still. It was a look you knew well. That soft glimmer in
I've seen this before. I have gazed on this very situation with my own eyes.
She falls for you. Madly and deep. She gives it all to you. All for you.
She bares her soul and her body and her mind so that you could better understand her And in the ultimate act of trust she gives you her heart.
When she gives you that pulsing, fluttering, warm, beating thing, it's so soft. And and fragile, so tender. Easily broken, by the slightest touch, the tiniest of doubt enough to cause it pain . But it's so beautiful, you can't help but take it.
And you hold that heart in your hand, together you both are happy.
But time wears on, and what was eternal
Love's a Splendid Thing by Silver-Sigh, literature
Literature
Love's a Splendid Thing
Just one kiss,
And one more touch,
Just reaching for,
A simple brush.
With Your soul,
And with my heart,
A distance much
Too far apart.
I would run,
If I could flee,
To fly away,
And be so free.
But love is deep,
It's much too strong,
I couldn't keep,
From you too long.
So unjust,
It's so unfair,
To put my heart,
In such despair.
This spell so soft,
And song so pure,
Will be the end,
Of me for sure.
So maybe I,
Could learn to give,
And to just recieve,
And just let live.
So I'll try to love,
And try to see,
For all that's happened,
For you and me.
Love's a many splendid thing.
It lifts you up to let you sin
I do believe I envy you... by Silver-Sigh, literature
Literature
I do believe I envy you...
"I do belive I envy you." Said Miss Spider to the Dragonfly,
"I envy all the things you do, the way you fly so high."
Mr. Dragonfly had sighed and shook his shining head,
"No, my dear, I envy you." He said to her instead.
"I envy all the art you make, your long and fancy crawl.
I'm jealous of the days that you can laze about and loll."
Miss Spider simply hung her head and continued with soft sound,
She was sad for her life that was rooted to the ground.
"I feel that I must dissagree, kind Mr. Dragonfly.
For I long to have your gossimer wings, that let you soar up to the sky."
Mr. Dragonfly replied with increased fervor and haste.
Nobody said it was easy... by Silver-Sigh, literature
Literature
Nobody said it was easy...
Nobody said it was easy
Its such a shame for us to part.
No one ever said this would be easy.
They never tell you how your heart aches, with an acute, resounding cry, how your knees give out in defeat, and your hands tremble with the strain of having nothing to hold on to. Of not having her to hold on to. Some how, they leave that out when preparing to save the one you love, by means of cutting the cord.
It was the most painful, excruciating thing you mightve ever done in your life. The look in her eyes said it all, its burned deep into your memory, and haunts you still. It was a look you knew well. That soft glimmer in
I've seen this before. I have gazed on this very situation with my own eyes.
She falls for you. Madly and deep. She gives it all to you. All for you.
She bares her soul and her body and her mind so that you could better understand her And in the ultimate act of trust she gives you her heart.
When she gives you that pulsing, fluttering, warm, beating thing, it's so soft. And and fragile, so tender. Easily broken, by the slightest touch, the tiniest of doubt enough to cause it pain . But it's so beautiful, you can't help but take it.
And you hold that heart in your hand, together you both are happy.
But time wears on, and what was eternal
Love's a Splendid Thing by Silver-Sigh, literature
Literature
Love's a Splendid Thing
Just one kiss,
And one more touch,
Just reaching for,
A simple brush.
With Your soul,
And with my heart,
A distance much
Too far apart.
I would run,
If I could flee,
To fly away,
And be so free.
But love is deep,
It's much too strong,
I couldn't keep,
From you too long.
So unjust,
It's so unfair,
To put my heart,
In such despair.
This spell so soft,
And song so pure,
Will be the end,
Of me for sure.
So maybe I,
Could learn to give,
And to just recieve,
And just let live.
So I'll try to love,
And try to see,
For all that's happened,
For you and me.
Love's a many splendid thing.
It lifts you up to let you sin
I do believe I envy you... by Silver-Sigh, literature
Literature
I do believe I envy you...
"I do belive I envy you." Said Miss Spider to the Dragonfly,
"I envy all the things you do, the way you fly so high."
Mr. Dragonfly had sighed and shook his shining head,
"No, my dear, I envy you." He said to her instead.
"I envy all the art you make, your long and fancy crawl.
I'm jealous of the days that you can laze about and loll."
Miss Spider simply hung her head and continued with soft sound,
She was sad for her life that was rooted to the ground.
"I feel that I must dissagree, kind Mr. Dragonfly.
For I long to have your gossimer wings, that let you soar up to the sky."
Mr. Dragonfly replied with increased fervor and haste.
It always moves at the same pace, and our distractions make it seem faster or slower. I look back at my previous posts (including Master Derpy if you didn't know it was me) and I giggle at them! I've come so far in some places, and remained stationary in many others, but it didn't feel fast at all. People always want to fast forward through their lives to the good bits, and lament how quickly it seemed to pass in retrospect. I don't want that.
I want to experience every moment, good and bad, in agonizing slowness.
I want it to drag out, and to revisit everything I can. I want to make connections with as many people as possible, even you. You can't read these, but I think you can feel them.
My dreams about my future shift endlessly. I imagine that there is no reason to inspire others to do the impossible, because nothing is. I imagine there's no reason to try and incite some kind of universal sonder - we will reach that anyway.
So I make things and play games, and make friends. I don't rp much anymore, but that's only because I found more interest in making entire worlds. Soon I'll have a tablet, and I can make webcomics! My stories will finally come to life. I hope, if you can see these, that you read them. I'll be sure to show you next time I post!
You can see from up there, can't you? Look around. All these people, all these stories all converged on a single reality. For a meaningless length of time we've existed. Days in the quadruple and quintuple digits. Its kind of a magic in its own right, yeah? How sad is the person that can't believe in that sort of thing anymore? How sad that believing in something can so quickly alienate you...
I have a team now. I don't know if it will last. I want it to though. I don't think I ever told you what I wanted to do, did I? I want to make games.
Games are the most incredible thing in the world. They have no practical or productive purpose. They're just played so that people can forget about those things. Do they want to feel immortal? Do they wish they could live in that moment forever?
Now I have a team that wants to make games with me. There's me, Giuli, Morris, Tanner, Michael, Connor, and probably Jatecia if I could ever convince her to do it.
I want to give them something impossible to believe, and even achieve. I want our games to remind people that feeling they had when they were young; I want them to feel like anything is possible, just like my team does...just like I do. I want to take them away from that path that so many people follow...that long, cold concrete road that takes them away from dreams and fantasies. Even if its only for a little bit.
If I can make just one person believe, it will have been worth it. I'm glad that I remember to come talk to you now and then. I used to question whether these reached you, but of course they do!
I return once more under a different name. I still think about you from time to time, and I guess its because you were my friend.
I don't even remember what our rp was about.
I don't know what your face looked like.
All I had was a name. You know, Silver-Sigh always reminds me of a last breath type thing. Maybe that bothers me too. Maybe it still bothers me to this day that I never knew you more, and yet I return to someone who was barely more than an acquaintance. You're the only friend I've ever lost, and the only way to empathize with memories of the dead.