Bittersweet Confessions by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
Bittersweet Confessions
I know it has been months. Despite the fact that it feels like decades. And I have never for a second had a moment without you in my head.
You used to be what I dreamed about. Now you grace my nightmares. You taunt me. Bending your finger to say: "Come hither," enticing me with your tantalizing smile.
That smile of yours. The smile that can bring men and women of any stature to their knees. They would easily confess their undying love to you. Just like I always had. So what made me different?
You chose me, Once upon a time. I belonged to you. I had no desire to belong anywhere other than in your arms. And the sound of your voice still e
I Found Your Name by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
I Found Your Name
I found your name.
It was barely visible on my pale skin, where I carved it years ago, right where I left it. I did that when I lost you the first time.
I never thought that I'd keep losing you. That you'd keep slipping from my grasp everytime I got just a little bit too close. And every time I would extend my fingers to graze your skin, you were further than I had calculated.
I'm still reaching out. Do you see me? Can you hear my voice? Calling out your name. Echoing in the distance, like drops of water after a storm, dripping into a puddle.
Can you feel me? Can you feel my breath against your skin? On the back of your neck, where yo
So I can't hold your hand
So I can't whisper in your ear
So I can't brush my lips on your neck
Chills travel across my body
I whimper when I'm dreaming of you
Spasms embrace me with the anxiety of my mind
Who exactly am I?
A minion of chaos?
A slave to your love..
I am..
You make me this person..
A carrier of doom
To all that I formerly believed
What point is there in gender? by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
What point is there in gender?
I am not a damsel in distress
I am not going to wash your feet
With long golden locks, on my knees
Crying out to you so that, one day,
You can accept me as I'm not
I don't want to be a woman
I do not wish to become a man
I choose to free myself from gender
I choose to be me and not her
I choose to differ from him
I guess I'm in the middle
I guess I'm not there at all
I guess you can say I'm no one
I guess I'm not even writing
I guess your wasting time
I would take your hand
And waltz you around the room
If I could only reach you somehow
I would whisk you away
From all these unkind people
If I could just build up the nerve
I would whisper in your ear
Ever so quietly on your neck
Every urge you bring forth in me
I would bring you joy so unimaginable
And your heart would rejoice with mine
And we would lay, once again, side by side
Oh sleep!
Why do you share your glory,
Naught with me?
Why do you not cease your fleeing,
Whilst I follow you along the path
To the land where the dreams be?
Why do you tease me with fragments
Of what could be sweet relief
To my humble heart?
Why do you prevent me
From being one with you?
My precious long-forgotten sleep...
Species Unidentified by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
Species Unidentified
I'm looking in the mirror
Whose body is this?
Is this me?
Do I even have these sexual organs?
Who is this person looking back at me?
This person whose eyes wander my unclothed body..
I've fallen to the floor..
So has she..
Is she mocking me?
I feel cold..
My thighs..
My.. parts..
I'm wet..
I look down..
What is this liquid?
I touch it..
My fingers, wet..
I study this crimson substance covering me..
Is this what they use to define me..
A woman..
What is a woman?
A label plastered across my body?
A sign turning me into a target?
Is that all I am?
Prey for man?
Is he stalking me now?
Hunting me like a lion?
Planning to imprison me as a spouse?
M
MLK wasn't the only one who could dream by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
MLK wasn't the only one who could dream
I had a dream
You were there
And so was she...
Yes even her
I was dying
Not a very sad thought really
You were holding my hand
Telling me to stay
I knew I couldn't
You begged me not to leave you again
She stayed by your side
In the way I couldn't
I looked up and smiled at both of you
I didn't want to go
Not truly
But it was my time
I took her hand in my free one
And thanked her
For taking care of you when I couldn't
For easing the pain I had caused
And to continue doing so
And with those words
I left you
One final time
To find out the one you love
The one you thought would wait
Gives up
Moves on?
Well, I can't stop shaking
My voice comes out a crack
The lunch I didn't eat is threatening to crawl up my throat
But even worse?
It's my own fault
I couldn't handle it
I couldn't leave everything behind
They broke me
Like I was a wild horse being tamed
But still...
You gave up
You were the last person I expected that from
I thought we were in love
Just when I thought I was close again
I find out you've moved on
You referred to me as the past
And with my friend
I can't hate her
Why me?
Why us?
Why us who get cursed in our love?
Am I right to expect you to
Bittersweet Confessions by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
Bittersweet Confessions
I know it has been months. Despite the fact that it feels like decades. And I have never for a second had a moment without you in my head.
You used to be what I dreamed about. Now you grace my nightmares. You taunt me. Bending your finger to say: "Come hither," enticing me with your tantalizing smile.
That smile of yours. The smile that can bring men and women of any stature to their knees. They would easily confess their undying love to you. Just like I always had. So what made me different?
You chose me, Once upon a time. I belonged to you. I had no desire to belong anywhere other than in your arms. And the sound of your voice still e
I Found Your Name by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
I Found Your Name
I found your name.
It was barely visible on my pale skin, where I carved it years ago, right where I left it. I did that when I lost you the first time.
I never thought that I'd keep losing you. That you'd keep slipping from my grasp everytime I got just a little bit too close. And every time I would extend my fingers to graze your skin, you were further than I had calculated.
I'm still reaching out. Do you see me? Can you hear my voice? Calling out your name. Echoing in the distance, like drops of water after a storm, dripping into a puddle.
Can you feel me? Can you feel my breath against your skin? On the back of your neck, where yo
So I can't hold your hand
So I can't whisper in your ear
So I can't brush my lips on your neck
Chills travel across my body
I whimper when I'm dreaming of you
Spasms embrace me with the anxiety of my mind
Who exactly am I?
A minion of chaos?
A slave to your love..
I am..
You make me this person..
A carrier of doom
To all that I formerly believed
What point is there in gender? by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
What point is there in gender?
I am not a damsel in distress
I am not going to wash your feet
With long golden locks, on my knees
Crying out to you so that, one day,
You can accept me as I'm not
I don't want to be a woman
I do not wish to become a man
I choose to free myself from gender
I choose to be me and not her
I choose to differ from him
I guess I'm in the middle
I guess I'm not there at all
I guess you can say I'm no one
I guess I'm not even writing
I guess your wasting time
I would take your hand
And waltz you around the room
If I could only reach you somehow
I would whisk you away
From all these unkind people
If I could just build up the nerve
I would whisper in your ear
Ever so quietly on your neck
Every urge you bring forth in me
I would bring you joy so unimaginable
And your heart would rejoice with mine
And we would lay, once again, side by side
Oh sleep!
Why do you share your glory,
Naught with me?
Why do you not cease your fleeing,
Whilst I follow you along the path
To the land where the dreams be?
Why do you tease me with fragments
Of what could be sweet relief
To my humble heart?
Why do you prevent me
From being one with you?
My precious long-forgotten sleep...
Species Unidentified by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
Species Unidentified
I'm looking in the mirror
Whose body is this?
Is this me?
Do I even have these sexual organs?
Who is this person looking back at me?
This person whose eyes wander my unclothed body..
I've fallen to the floor..
So has she..
Is she mocking me?
I feel cold..
My thighs..
My.. parts..
I'm wet..
I look down..
What is this liquid?
I touch it..
My fingers, wet..
I study this crimson substance covering me..
Is this what they use to define me..
A woman..
What is a woman?
A label plastered across my body?
A sign turning me into a target?
Is that all I am?
Prey for man?
Is he stalking me now?
Hunting me like a lion?
Planning to imprison me as a spouse?
M
MLK wasn't the only one who could dream by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
MLK wasn't the only one who could dream
I had a dream
You were there
And so was she...
Yes even her
I was dying
Not a very sad thought really
You were holding my hand
Telling me to stay
I knew I couldn't
You begged me not to leave you again
She stayed by your side
In the way I couldn't
I looked up and smiled at both of you
I didn't want to go
Not truly
But it was my time
I took her hand in my free one
And thanked her
For taking care of you when I couldn't
For easing the pain I had caused
And to continue doing so
And with those words
I left you
One final time
To find out the one you love
The one you thought would wait
Gives up
Moves on?
Well, I can't stop shaking
My voice comes out a crack
The lunch I didn't eat is threatening to crawl up my throat
But even worse?
It's my own fault
I couldn't handle it
I couldn't leave everything behind
They broke me
Like I was a wild horse being tamed
But still...
You gave up
You were the last person I expected that from
I thought we were in love
Just when I thought I was close again
I find out you've moved on
You referred to me as the past
And with my friend
I can't hate her
Why me?
Why us?
Why us who get cursed in our love?
Am I right to expect you to
I Found Your Name by ThaTrollWhoEatsYou, literature
Literature
I Found Your Name
I found your name.
It was barely visible on my pale skin, where I carved it years ago, right where I left it. I did that when I lost you the first time.
I never thought that I'd keep losing you. That you'd keep slipping from my grasp everytime I got just a little bit too close. And every time I would extend my fingers to graze your skin, you were further than I had calculated.
I'm still reaching out. Do you see me? Can you hear my voice? Calling out your name. Echoing in the distance, like drops of water after a storm, dripping into a puddle.
Can you feel me? Can you feel my breath against your skin? On the back of your neck, where yo
Sometimes I forget who I am.
Sometimes I want to cut away every inch of hair and,
I want to throw all my clothes away and I want to
Bleach my scars away, and more than anything I want to
Find myself lost thousands of miles away and I
Wish I was someone else,
Someone better.
These are the moments where I've forgotten who I am.
There are moments where I hold pride in my scarred skin and,
I find pride in my chipped teeth and
&
I've been there and,
I've cut my hair and my flesh and
I've learned that promises come and go,
And I've learned
That I'm okay being alone.
And I've learned that,
I don't have to be alone.
Because I have you, and you've always been the only thing I've ever wanted.
Your demeanor was always,
What attracted all the girls to you.
Tough as nails-
Hard as a rock-
And cold as ice.
But behind all that,
Somewhere behind it all
Is where I find comfort
And I curl up,
Safe. Protected. Loved.
So whenever we're alone,
I remind myself;
I get to see
Most of you,
I cannot say all of you,
Because I'm not sure that's something I could handle
Everything I could ever by Rainbows-And-Velvet, literature
Literature
Everything I could ever
I've made a lot of
Silly mistakes in my life.
I've got quite a story-
But your story out writes mine for days.
For weeks.
For months.
For Years.
For every walk of life I could ever imagine,
I never thought I would be comfortable.
Content; maybe.
I thought I'd be
Content but never
Happy.
I've never
Felt happiness
Before.
I've never known what
/love/ is supposed to feel like.
I've never know what
Being wanted could feel like.
Till now.
Through every sly smile,
Through every playfully little wink,
And Butt-Grab
I've been waiting for three years,
But I'm going to make the time literal
And only apply to now because it
Would appear better in your favor.
I've been waiting for three and a half hours
To get you to pay
Some attention to me.
But it's okay;
I didn't want to go out with you,
Anyway,
Don't mind me,
I'll just stay here locked in the
Confines of my bedroom
That feel more like a prison than a home.
But I have the option to leave,
And nowhere to go.
And I'll stay here and wait because,
Your words will still echo in my mind
Every time
I'm a genderqueer pansexual, meaning I don't classify myself as male or female and I'm attracted to basically anyone despite their gender identity or orientation or anything else. Simply put I'm a HUMAN attracted to HUMANS. I don't have one definite religion, I have quite a few religions, which are too much to list. I like to keep my mind open, but i won't accept one religion over all others.
I'm sorry if I dont thank you if you fave one of my deviations. I don't have time to comment on EVERY faver's page, but I AM grateful. So I thank you in advance.
And I really dont want to ask. but, if you would like to give me some points i will gladly accept.
Here are some stamps that either express my views or I just find completely hilarious...
Jeff Who Lives at Home/Nick an Norah's Infinite Playlist/Black Swan/Encino Man/Gothica/Catwoman/Smiley Face/Dead Poet's Society/Waiting For Forever/Grown Ups
Favourite TV Shows
Friends/Ellen Show/The L Word/Orange Is The New Black/Breaking Bad
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Emilie Autumn/Rise Against/Uh Huh Her/The Neighbourhood/Kerli Koiv/Placebo/Jeffree Star/iwrestledabearonce/Bob Marley/Ziggy Marley/Falling In Reverse/Asking Alexandria/Killswitch Engage/Attack Attack/And yes EVEN FUCKING LADY GAGA
Favourite Books
Ash/Far From Xanadu/Empress of the World/Tricks/Magic Under Glass/Hunger Games/Incarceron/Daughters of the Moon Series/Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale/Keeping You A Secret/Wicked Lovely/Darkwood/Plain Kate/etc....
Favourite Writers
francesca lia block/Julie Ann Peters/Sara Ryan/Melissa Marr/Earnest Hemmingway/Holly Black/Lynne Ewing/Ellen Hopkins
Favourite Games
little big planet/mario/DDR/Alice:Madness Returns
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3
Tools of the Trade
Anything
Other Interests
wouldn't you like to know?! Just kidding. If you'd like to know, just ask me.
I currently have ten baby dreadlocks at the base of my neck. Thanks to a conversation yesterday I feel like they look better than all the other ones I've done.
1. How did you meet the last person you kissed on the lips?
In front of Universal Studios. He just slid next to me and started serenading me.
2.What does your hair usually look like?
Wavy and frizzy.
3.Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with a J?
Yes
4.Have you ever liked someone whose name starts with an E?
Yes
5.How long was your last phone conversation and who was it with?
I spoke with my boss for like two minutes.
6.Has anyone ever sang or played a song for you personally?
Yeah. The tourist I kissed in front of Universal.
7.Do you like your hair?
I don't really care.
8.Are you wearing anything that someone gave to you?
1. What's the last thing you and your sibling laughed about?
I think me and my brother were laughing at Hitler.
2. What's the last thing you took a picture of?
My schedule for work. But it turns out it was the one from last week and now I don't know when I'm working.
3. When are you getting your next new phone?
I just got this badboy!
4. Can you tell the difference between Chinese and Korean writing?
Yeah. But I'm better at identifying Japanese writing.
5. What was the last song you listened to about?
Sex
6. When's the last time you cleaned out your keyboard?
Am I supposed to clean it?
7. Do you listen to classical music?
Yeah. I