|My boyfriend is the sweetest man alive. What God has joined together, let no man break apart.|
Thread the NeedleI ripped my heart wide open three days early.Thread the Needle by sceneecupcake
If I could mend the void I created I would.
Needle and thread for the soul—this is
The remedy I yearn for.
Three days into twenty they asked me, “What’s wrong?”
Am I transparent as glass?
Can you read off the pages?
Five days past nineteen, I have given up.
Not eating, not sleeping, and empty of love.
Had I just held on three whole days till I met him, then everything would be different.
Smudging the Looking Glass.I love kissing you with glasses onSmudging the Looking Glass. by sceneecupcake
Cause then you're all I see.
Thanks for visiting my dA profile! I'm an average young woman in a relationship with Jesus Christ. I'm saved by grace, not by good works. |
I dabble in art, photography and writing, and I sing and play guitar for the Lord. I have an amazing boyfriend, G, whom I cherish and love dearly. I am adopted. I am a Disney and BBC fanatic. Hmm... what else? Some of my other hobbies include listening to Relient K or the Beatles, solving Rubik's cubes, drinking tea, and procrastinating.
Please notice: all artwork on this page, unless otherwise clearly specified, belongs to me. Please do not claim any of this as your own.
The Loneliest SeptemberFragile one, my beautiful childParalyticProcess
it is okay to cry.
I will take your tiny body
my well-wishing the cement
to hold your splintered bones together.
I will brush your hair with my fingers
and wash your porcelain face with soft regrets
a small change from wallowing in ashen marrow
up to your pretty little eyes.
And maybe when all is said and done, little one
when your fingers are tangled in my hair
when they have washed my alabaster face
I’ll feel comfortable enough
RocketI used to spend Wednesdays with Team Rocket,zetsueatface
A happy hour in a normal day
With all the kids that could take the hits
Just for choosing their own ways.
What happened to that group of fighters?
I'm damn sure they didn't dare retire
Because being so open made them tired,
Or worse, better not have got fired.
I trusted these people with my life
And I still would today if I could find
The president I drove insane,
Misunderstanding with my brain.
I battled and lost, they're gone;
People here have little brawn,
Even less gentle instincts,
Guess I'll just have a drink.
I'm a kid, not a child.When I was eight I wore blue jeans,zetsueatface
Coupled with a polo, torn at the seams.
It didn't fit quite right and now I know
That you raised me without my flow.
The only things that mattered to you
Were nonviolence and fancy suits,
Transforming a boy into a man
That needed much of what you banned.
When I was ten I knew my neighbors
And they taught me some manners,
Showed me that freedom could help
And gave me power over myself.
We dug our holes together
Using them for dusty shelter,
Leaving beautiful pockmarks in the yard
That you only saw as trading cards.
When I was twelve I was a laughing stock,
Dirty clothes wrapped in a smock,
Experiencing the science and the art
That was undervalued on your part.
I formed opinions in my mind,
Structures built over lengths of time
But you measure smarts in years
And only know what you want to hear.
When I was fourteen I had enough
Of being picked on through the rough
Days of school, bored at home
Sitting in my dark room alone.
Green day posters on the wal