We are the children of bright neon lights.
Rivers of high heels and black wheels racing.
Dazzle and glow illuminate the nights,
the fake smiling, the wanting, the chasing.Flashing fluorescent extinguish the stars,
metallic mountains rising and rising.
The city consumes, becomes what we are-
powdered faces, plucked eyebrows, disguising.The lights call out but we don’t hear our names.
Money spent, strangers met, but still hollow,
people rushed by, blinded by the fame games.
Streets, signs, roads, highways, but who to follow?We are the children of bright neon lights,
the sad epitomes of urban blight.
A World Forgetting By A World Forgot by FridaytheBest, literature
Literature
A World Forgetting By A World Forgot
And this is where they've gone
a tangle of the unspoken familiarity.
Joel was never a child of impulse,
But he woke up itching to be gone.
Something, someone, out there was missing him.
He got on the first train to Montauk.Clementine was never anyone's ideal.
Hollow and broken, but brilliant nevertheless,
Never cared for the loudness of her kaleidoscope hair.
She screamed with suffocating attention, but she never asked for any.
Creation of whim
She got on the first train to MontaukSome say you can never truly forget,
For the mind is a pathological hoarder.
You can only hide the bad,
Hoping you would never have to stumble across it
If only ...
We are the children of bright neon lights.
Rivers of high heels and black wheels racing.
Dazzle and glow illuminate the nights,
the fake smiling, the wanting, the chasing.Flashing fluorescent extinguish the stars,
metallic mountains rising and rising.
The city consumes, becomes what we are-
powdered faces, plucked eyebrows, disguising.The lights call out but we don’t hear our names.
Money spent, strangers met, but still hollow,
people rushed by, blinded by the fame games.
Streets, signs, roads, highways, but who to follow?We are the children of bright neon lights,
the sad epitomes of urban blight.
A World Forgetting By A World Forgot by FridaytheBest, literature
Literature
A World Forgetting By A World Forgot
And this is where they've gone
a tangle of the unspoken familiarity.
Joel was never a child of impulse,
But he woke up itching to be gone.
Something, someone, out there was missing him.
He got on the first train to Montauk.Clementine was never anyone's ideal.
Hollow and broken, but brilliant nevertheless,
Never cared for the loudness of her kaleidoscope hair.
She screamed with suffocating attention, but she never asked for any.
Creation of whim
She got on the first train to MontaukSome say you can never truly forget,
For the mind is a pathological hoarder.
You can only hide the bad,
Hoping you would never have to stumble across it
If only ...
she's the girl with night wrapped around her brain with rose petals in her hair and fire on her lips and a frostbite forming in her heart it crawls up her spine and ice calls her soul home.
So recently collegeboard decided to cancel the january SAT exam at my school. the reason? [3/19/14 5:24:02 PM] PIKACHUUUUUU~~: so like they cancelled it partly becuz our school didn't turn in a list of names[3/19/14 5:26:09 PM] PIKACHUUUUUU~~: and apparently they sent us a email telling us to turn ourselves in if we went to veteran[3/19/14 5:26:23 PM] PIKACHUUUUUU~~: (which i absolutely don't recall ever receiving)[3/19/14 5:27:29 PM] PIKACHUUUUUU~~: apparently the parents received it[3/19/14 5:28:08 PM] PIKACHUUUUUU~~: and no one turned themselves in[3/19/14 5:28:27 PM] PIKACHUUUUUU~~: but to be honest the korean parents probably can't ev...
hello guys, so yeah i'm back :D will be uploading some stuff....if you care. alsoi'm open for commission! anything! from illustration to tattoo design to poster design!! (preferably something that's not digital but i'll try my best)