Waiting For The Beginning by Script-Interactive, literature
Literature
Waiting For The Beginning
~Waiting For The Beginning~
We have bodies that don't last long and minds that play tricks on us,
Sometimes the night calls and there's nobody home,
The space I occupy gets worried because there are no signs of life where there should be,
When the disappointment of others beat my resolve into submission,
I had a dream,
It was a kind of love that didn't break apart like ashes at the end of a cigarette,
While I was grieving I thought if I could find this I just might have something worth living for,
So I threw away the old to make room for the new (one of the hardest things I ever had to do),
Crawling away from where I am most vulnerable to lo
~Meant To Last~
All the things that are supposed to make life easier,
Just make it harder trying to find them,
Attempting to read faces and you haven't the foggiest idea,
Time is running away, afraid that you'll catch up to it,
When you were young you saw the world the way it was meant to be seen,
Now you hide it all away and call it daydreaming,
You asked God for help in your darkest times,
Always thought it never came,
You didn't appreciate it when it did, so as it was, it remained,
You can't sleep because it's better to watch the sky than face hell,
Coming home and being asked if it's really you,
Makes you regret that you left,
A mot
~Beyond Sleep~
You know what they do when you die?
They cut you open,
They could tell what your last meal was,
Whether it was nothing but pain or nothing at all,
If I had the choice, I would have never been born,
I never would have gone through a life I knew would reach an end,
I don't want to feel myself begone,
I don't want to feel my lungs stop taking air,
Or my heart stop beating,
And my brain go blank,
And my body go numb,
But I'm here and there will be a time where I'll close my eyes,
Fall into a dream world beyond sleep,
We'll be in a box alone,
In the ground where it's cold,
And the only visitors we'll get are whoever's in th
~Befallen~
Take me by the hand and lead me into the depths of your despair,
Hold it as your truth and what you believe,
It only ever feels right behind the roadblocks of your fear,
I'd tell you but you wouldn't listen,
I'm musing your anger, the relevance of causes and effects,
My arms about you and your enmity,
The wicked ringing in my ears,
Buzzing in my head, still feeling the initial impact from the blow,
I want to disagree but I can't,
How did you find me?
Part of me is glad that you did,
Love with me is such that I can't because I don't know how,
A little bit of sickness in otherwise loving gestures,
No apologies and everything
~Turning Back~
They blamed the fall of man on woman,
And an unfortunate present on a troubled past,
If they tried to get water from a dry well,
They'd blame God for not sending rain,
Put a finger through the smoke rings so they don't die virgins,
It's easier to sweep a woman off her feet when she's got weak ankles,
Enduring self-denial just to be good,
I let a dream turn its back on me again,
Blamed for trying after everything fell through,
What I cross by chance I almost miss by a hair every time,
She has the biggest, brownest, most beautiful eyes,
Turning back and it only cost a few years,
Not a hero,
Consult a good person to know wha
A Means To An End by Script-Interactive, literature
Literature
A Means To An End
~A Means To An End~
Eyes searching,
Raised from immaturity by sacrifice,
A yearning desire for what's beyond the body,
Pining for the person within,
Changes coming to life,
Scared lovers made of glass,
Kisses that could mean forever or goodbye,
The heat of touches that could harm or heal,
Curiosity and playing a few notes on heart strings,
A passion that breeds love,
Building what was found in pieces,
Time apart was just killing time,
I lost count of how many times I begged,
And how many times I found him on his knees, in the rain, pleading,
Angels who know how good sin feels,
Looking up to him, looking at me, wanting to stay,
This is w
~Bunny~
I draw a pretty picture in my head,
Of a girl with blonde hair,
And she looks beautiful with her head down,
But when she looks up all you see is emerald green with flecks of gold,
With a flower in her hair, she her smile gets many stares,
In my heart I could see,
That there's a lot of men who'd like to lay her down,
And a lot of women who'd love to taste the tears off her pale cheeks,
She embodies a mess of confusion,
With her little voice, she'd wink when she's coy,
She falls right into caring too much,
When she sobs, I come undone in her story,
I want to be a fly on her wall,
I want to play with her,
Watch her hair bounce alo
Waiting For The Beginning by Script-Interactive, literature
Literature
Waiting For The Beginning
~Waiting For The Beginning~
We have bodies that don't last long and minds that play tricks on us,
Sometimes the night calls and there's nobody home,
The space I occupy gets worried because there are no signs of life where there should be,
When the disappointment of others beat my resolve into submission,
I had a dream,
It was a kind of love that didn't break apart like ashes at the end of a cigarette,
While I was grieving I thought if I could find this I just might have something worth living for,
So I threw away the old to make room for the new (one of the hardest things I ever had to do),
Crawling away from where I am most vulnerable to lo
~Meant To Last~
All the things that are supposed to make life easier,
Just make it harder trying to find them,
Attempting to read faces and you haven't the foggiest idea,
Time is running away, afraid that you'll catch up to it,
When you were young you saw the world the way it was meant to be seen,
Now you hide it all away and call it daydreaming,
You asked God for help in your darkest times,
Always thought it never came,
You didn't appreciate it when it did, so as it was, it remained,
You can't sleep because it's better to watch the sky than face hell,
Coming home and being asked if it's really you,
Makes you regret that you left,
A mot
~Beyond Sleep~
You know what they do when you die?
They cut you open,
They could tell what your last meal was,
Whether it was nothing but pain or nothing at all,
If I had the choice, I would have never been born,
I never would have gone through a life I knew would reach an end,
I don't want to feel myself begone,
I don't want to feel my lungs stop taking air,
Or my heart stop beating,
And my brain go blank,
And my body go numb,
But I'm here and there will be a time where I'll close my eyes,
Fall into a dream world beyond sleep,
We'll be in a box alone,
In the ground where it's cold,
And the only visitors we'll get are whoever's in th
~Befallen~
Take me by the hand and lead me into the depths of your despair,
Hold it as your truth and what you believe,
It only ever feels right behind the roadblocks of your fear,
I'd tell you but you wouldn't listen,
I'm musing your anger, the relevance of causes and effects,
My arms about you and your enmity,
The wicked ringing in my ears,
Buzzing in my head, still feeling the initial impact from the blow,
I want to disagree but I can't,
How did you find me?
Part of me is glad that you did,
Love with me is such that I can't because I don't know how,
A little bit of sickness in otherwise loving gestures,
No apologies and everything
~Turning Back~
They blamed the fall of man on woman,
And an unfortunate present on a troubled past,
If they tried to get water from a dry well,
They'd blame God for not sending rain,
Put a finger through the smoke rings so they don't die virgins,
It's easier to sweep a woman off her feet when she's got weak ankles,
Enduring self-denial just to be good,
I let a dream turn its back on me again,
Blamed for trying after everything fell through,
What I cross by chance I almost miss by a hair every time,
She has the biggest, brownest, most beautiful eyes,
Turning back and it only cost a few years,
Not a hero,
Consult a good person to know wha
A Means To An End by Script-Interactive, literature
Literature
A Means To An End
~A Means To An End~
Eyes searching,
Raised from immaturity by sacrifice,
A yearning desire for what's beyond the body,
Pining for the person within,
Changes coming to life,
Scared lovers made of glass,
Kisses that could mean forever or goodbye,
The heat of touches that could harm or heal,
Curiosity and playing a few notes on heart strings,
A passion that breeds love,
Building what was found in pieces,
Time apart was just killing time,
I lost count of how many times I begged,
And how many times I found him on his knees, in the rain, pleading,
Angels who know how good sin feels,
Looking up to him, looking at me, wanting to stay,
This is w
~Bunny~
I draw a pretty picture in my head,
Of a girl with blonde hair,
And she looks beautiful with her head down,
But when she looks up all you see is emerald green with flecks of gold,
With a flower in her hair, she her smile gets many stares,
In my heart I could see,
That there's a lot of men who'd like to lay her down,
And a lot of women who'd love to taste the tears off her pale cheeks,
She embodies a mess of confusion,
With her little voice, she'd wink when she's coy,
She falls right into caring too much,
When she sobs, I come undone in her story,
I want to be a fly on her wall,
I want to play with her,
Watch her hair bounce alo
Little White Flowers by Script-Interactive, literature
Literature
Little White Flowers
~Little White Flowers~
There was a girl who used to come around every now and then,
I believed she could see through anybody with them big old eyes,
had a mouth on her that would set any man straight if he stepped out of line,
and if she wanted she could start a war and finish it before breakfast,
start a war and finish it,
I wasn't the kind of guy that would lay down in a puddle so the lady wouldn't get her shoes wet,
but every Sunday I bought some flowers from the old man on the corner with the friendly eyes,
he who knew more than me and kept it to himself so he wouldn't spoil the surprise,
I made sure the phone was with me in the bed
You comforted me in times I needed an uplifting voice. You taught me how important being myself is to my growth as a person and you showed me that what I look like doesn't matter as long as I enjoy every day as it comes. You lived your life well and hard and with a lot of love and admiration in it and all your fans are going to miss you. I'm going to miss you. Thank you, David Bowie.
It's a new year full of new possibilities and new goals. I owe it to myself to be kind to myself from now on, that includes fully acknowledging the fact that my feelings are valid and when I say something that's true to me, it deserves to be regarded as an essential preference.
My identity is my identity, no one gets to say that they only see me the way they want to see me because the image in your head when you're talking to me online is NOT me and you must understand that. I have reached the point where I'm not going to accept anything less than mutual respect regarding my self-expression and that includes pronouns and image.
I've been "a