A Sign of Unusuallity (Fifth Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unusuallity (Fifth Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. A decent man's wise words. Words that inspire. Words to live by. Usually injecting into these veins is a sin. Change. A challenging change. Usually heartache follows haunting memories like a lemming. Nothing new. Usually God is silent when interrogated. Nothing new. Today I asked about a sign... Heartache didn't show up. Change. A desirable change. Today was different. Today was, an unsuallity. Ribs cage heartache. Today, ribs stepped up. The sign I asked for showed up... My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign of Unsuallity (Fourth Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unsuallity (Fourth Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. A decent man's wise words. Words that inspire. Words to live by. Usually injecting anything into these veins is a sin. Change. Difficult change. Usually heartache follows haunting memories like a lemming. Nothing new. Usually God is silent when he's interrogated. Nothing new. Today I asked about a sign... Heartache didn't show up. Change. Welcomed change. Today was different. Today was, an unusuallity. Ribs cage the ache. Today, ribs stepped up. The sign I asked for, showed up... My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign of Unusuallity (Third Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unusuallity (Third Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. A decent man's wise words. Words that inspire. Usually injecting myself within these lines is a sin. Change. Difficult change. Usually heartache follows haunting memories. Nothing new. Usually silence follows when I ask God for a sign... Nothing new. Today I asked for a sign... Heartache didn't show. Change. A welcomed change. Today was an unusuallity. Ribs cage the ache. Today, ribs stepped up... The sign I asked for. My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign of Unusuallity (Second Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unusuallity (Second Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. Wise words from a decent man. Words that inspire. Usually I stray from injecting myself into these lines. Change. Usually I hear silence when I ask God for a sign. Same. Usually heartache follows thoughts of you or us. Same. Today I asked for a sign... There was no heartache. Change. Today was an unusuallity. Ribs cage in the ache. Today ribs took a turn... The sign I asked for. My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign / Unusuallity (First Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign / Unusuallity (First Draft)
Even when space is present, need is greater than ever. Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. Wise words from a decent man. Words that inspire. Usually I stray from injecting myself into these lines. Usually I hear nothing when I ask God for a sign. Usually heartache follows when I think of you or us. Today I asked for a sign about us. No heartache. Today was an unusuallity. Ribs caging in the heartache. Ribs showing the pain. Rib going numb. My sign. My unusuallity. I asked for a sign. God told me...
Because Whenever I Look At You (A Note For You) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because Whenever I Look At You (A Note For You)
Don't you ever doubt how much you mean to me,
Not even for a single second. Because whenever
I look at you...I wonder how I got so damn lucky.
All I ever wanted was to be on your mind
As much as you were on mine. I know this is new,
But I would go out of my way to make sure you're fine.
Because whenever I look at you...I see my dreams.
They say when we dream we enter a world that's ours.
So I guess that makes you mine. I may not be perfect,
But I'll always give you my everything. I'm not perfect,
You can be sure that I'll never take you for granted.
Because whenever I look at you...my life gets a little better,
My smile a little brighter, m
Because This Is Pathetic And I Know (I Can't Stop) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because This Is Pathetic And I Know (I Can't Stop)
I can't stop...
Listening to love songs.
Avoiding pictures of us.
Trying to keep you out.
But without fail...
I replay songs over and over.
Pictures of us surface all over.
You're the only thing on mind.
I want all of this to end.
I want to move on from this.
But I just can't seem to.
I wish I could say I never think about you.
I wish I could say I don't want you back.
I wish, and I wish, and I wish...
But it never happens.
But because this is pathetic...and I know it,
I'll spare you the satisfaction of yelling at me.
But because this is pathetic...I'll just say sorry.
Because This Isn't The First Time (Goodbye Again) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because This Isn't The First Time (Goodbye Again)
The hurricanes have been put to rest.
Ironically, his siren song lulled them to sleep.
My father's wings are done growing.
He did not steal them, they are angelic.
A fallen angel, the perfect description.
From birth, I was a puppet...
He stood over me, strings in hand. Gipeto.
As I sit here inches away from the best
Hell has to offer...a tear escapes its prison.
I feel the bone chilling finger flick,
I hear my tear cry...now it's a Family Affair.
Because this isn't the first time...
I thought my emotions would take a break,
Just a small one, when we talked. But I guess
I got my emotions from you,
Because they never perform how they're meant
Because I've Been M.I.A (Or Is It K.I.A) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because I've Been M.I.A (Or Is It K.I.A)
All my friends keep telling me I've been M.I.A,
I'm around. But my reality is in my mind,
My mind is in my imagination.
My imagination is on its way to hell,
So does that make me K.I.A?
Being K.I.A is nothing new to me now.
After that weekend I said I'll let it out.
But I just hid it in the recesses of my mind.
Never to let it out...M.I.A.
Missing what we had will never do me any good.
In Fact it'll probably only make things worse.
Action won't get me anywhere either, it
Killed me to know that like always everything I got
In was all my fault and there was not one
Action I could commit to fix it.
So because I've been M.I.A,
I think it's tim
Because I Don't Know What To Do (A Question) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because I Don't Know What To Do (A Question)
We've never spoken.
My throat drops into my stomach.
Wish my stomach was in my throat,
Because then I could at least swallow it back down.
But it's like every time I see her everything stops.
There is so much I want to say but I just can't.
H....
Can never even say hi.
Not a wave.
I just look down,
And stare at my feet...
Until she passes.
Then I feel like an idiot,
Because I might be
Letting someone good walk away.
This nervousness...is new to me.
Never have I had this issue.
Never have I had this conundrum.
Never have I had this...
I want to know her.
What makes her tick.
What makes her click.
I want to know her.
But this nervousness...
A Sign of Unusuallity (Fifth Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unusuallity (Fifth Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. A decent man's wise words. Words that inspire. Words to live by. Usually injecting into these veins is a sin. Change. A challenging change. Usually heartache follows haunting memories like a lemming. Nothing new. Usually God is silent when interrogated. Nothing new. Today I asked about a sign... Heartache didn't show up. Change. A desirable change. Today was different. Today was, an unsuallity. Ribs cage heartache. Today, ribs stepped up. The sign I asked for showed up... My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign of Unsuallity (Fourth Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unsuallity (Fourth Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. A decent man's wise words. Words that inspire. Words to live by. Usually injecting anything into these veins is a sin. Change. Difficult change. Usually heartache follows haunting memories like a lemming. Nothing new. Usually God is silent when he's interrogated. Nothing new. Today I asked about a sign... Heartache didn't show up. Change. Welcomed change. Today was different. Today was, an unusuallity. Ribs cage the ache. Today, ribs stepped up. The sign I asked for, showed up... My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign of Unusuallity (Third Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unusuallity (Third Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. A decent man's wise words. Words that inspire. Usually injecting myself within these lines is a sin. Change. Difficult change. Usually heartache follows haunting memories. Nothing new. Usually silence follows when I ask God for a sign... Nothing new. Today I asked for a sign... Heartache didn't show. Change. A welcomed change. Today was an unusuallity. Ribs cage the ache. Today, ribs stepped up... The sign I asked for. My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign of Unusuallity (Second Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign of Unusuallity (Second Draft)
Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. Wise words from a decent man. Words that inspire. Usually I stray from injecting myself into these lines. Change. Usually I hear silence when I ask God for a sign. Same. Usually heartache follows thoughts of you or us. Same. Today I asked for a sign... There was no heartache. Change. Today was an unusuallity. Ribs cage in the ache. Today ribs took a turn... The sign I asked for. My sign. My rib... My unusuallity. God showed me... My x5000.
A Sign / Unusuallity (First Draft) by AirDion, literature
Literature
A Sign / Unusuallity (First Draft)
Even when space is present, need is greater than ever. Apologies mean nothing without changed behaviour. Wise words from a decent man. Words that inspire. Usually I stray from injecting myself into these lines. Usually I hear nothing when I ask God for a sign. Usually heartache follows when I think of you or us. Today I asked for a sign about us. No heartache. Today was an unusuallity. Ribs caging in the heartache. Ribs showing the pain. Rib going numb. My sign. My unusuallity. I asked for a sign. God told me...
Because Whenever I Look At You (A Note For You) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because Whenever I Look At You (A Note For You)
Don't you ever doubt how much you mean to me,
Not even for a single second. Because whenever
I look at you...I wonder how I got so damn lucky.
All I ever wanted was to be on your mind
As much as you were on mine. I know this is new,
But I would go out of my way to make sure you're fine.
Because whenever I look at you...I see my dreams.
They say when we dream we enter a world that's ours.
So I guess that makes you mine. I may not be perfect,
But I'll always give you my everything. I'm not perfect,
You can be sure that I'll never take you for granted.
Because whenever I look at you...my life gets a little better,
My smile a little brighter, m
Because This Is Pathetic And I Know (I Can't Stop) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because This Is Pathetic And I Know (I Can't Stop)
I can't stop...
Listening to love songs.
Avoiding pictures of us.
Trying to keep you out.
But without fail...
I replay songs over and over.
Pictures of us surface all over.
You're the only thing on mind.
I want all of this to end.
I want to move on from this.
But I just can't seem to.
I wish I could say I never think about you.
I wish I could say I don't want you back.
I wish, and I wish, and I wish...
But it never happens.
But because this is pathetic...and I know it,
I'll spare you the satisfaction of yelling at me.
But because this is pathetic...I'll just say sorry.
Because This Isn't The First Time (Goodbye Again) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because This Isn't The First Time (Goodbye Again)
The hurricanes have been put to rest.
Ironically, his siren song lulled them to sleep.
My father's wings are done growing.
He did not steal them, they are angelic.
A fallen angel, the perfect description.
From birth, I was a puppet...
He stood over me, strings in hand. Gipeto.
As I sit here inches away from the best
Hell has to offer...a tear escapes its prison.
I feel the bone chilling finger flick,
I hear my tear cry...now it's a Family Affair.
Because this isn't the first time...
I thought my emotions would take a break,
Just a small one, when we talked. But I guess
I got my emotions from you,
Because they never perform how they're meant
Because I've Been M.I.A (Or Is It K.I.A) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because I've Been M.I.A (Or Is It K.I.A)
All my friends keep telling me I've been M.I.A,
I'm around. But my reality is in my mind,
My mind is in my imagination.
My imagination is on its way to hell,
So does that make me K.I.A?
Being K.I.A is nothing new to me now.
After that weekend I said I'll let it out.
But I just hid it in the recesses of my mind.
Never to let it out...M.I.A.
Missing what we had will never do me any good.
In Fact it'll probably only make things worse.
Action won't get me anywhere either, it
Killed me to know that like always everything I got
In was all my fault and there was not one
Action I could commit to fix it.
So because I've been M.I.A,
I think it's tim
Because I Don't Know What To Do (A Question) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because I Don't Know What To Do (A Question)
We've never spoken.
My throat drops into my stomach.
Wish my stomach was in my throat,
Because then I could at least swallow it back down.
But it's like every time I see her everything stops.
There is so much I want to say but I just can't.
H....
Can never even say hi.
Not a wave.
I just look down,
And stare at my feet...
Until she passes.
Then I feel like an idiot,
Because I might be
Letting someone good walk away.
This nervousness...is new to me.
Never have I had this issue.
Never have I had this conundrum.
Never have I had this...
I want to know her.
What makes her tick.
What makes her click.
I want to know her.
But this nervousness...
The tree watches as it's been watching for a thousand years,
it has seen many secrets hidden in ten thousand tears.
People paid it no mind as it grew so high,
children marvelled that it touched the sky.
Hearts were carved and initials displayed,
graffiti artists with paint cans often sprayed.
Winter comes leaves fall and spread,
so the tree closes its eyes and sleeps instead.
Come the spring the birds return to nest,
the tree stands tall looking its best.
Along comes a man with a fucking big saw.
After one thousand years the tree lives no more.
love letters to the lonely by inthespacebetween, literature
Literature
love letters to the lonely
this is a letter to every single soul
who craves love.
yes, you, with your soft eyes burning,
soft heart yearning,
soft hands reaching & then pulling away.
you, who just wants someone to stay.
you will not be alone forever.
i know that sometimes, the night presses in,
& creeps up your body, covers your skin,
whispers that you're not enough;
how could you ever be?
you go through the day with a smile on your face,
because you don't want anyone to see.
you believe you will feel whole
if you find someone to complete your soul,
yet nobody's offering.
but darling, i think all along you knew—
the one you aren't enough for is you.
or you thin
growing/going away by inthespacebetween, literature
Literature
growing/going away
still, sometimes
i close my eyes
& see you everywhere—
in the trees, in the air,
in the daffodils by the road &
the pink-flowered tree by my home &
the colours grey & green,
fresh, serene,
& utterly, inescapably
you.
i know you hate me.
i'd probably hate me, too.
& even if i don't,
(hate myself, that is,)
i've found there's not much
that won't
remind me of your
soda bubble eyes,
smile like sunshine,
hair that has probably changed
since the last time i saw it
two years ago.
i learned a lot from you.
i learned a lot from myself, too.
i've grown a lot since then,
you know,
& i'd guess that you did
a while ago;
i just haven't been aro
Destroying my soul,
Breaking my heart,
Thinking we wouldn't be apart.
You laughed,
You cried,
As you looked eternally into my eyes.
You promised you wouldn't leave,
But alas,
You left me behind.
I cried,
I laughed,
I screamed,
I whimpered,
Yet you never came back.
You lie,
You lied,
You said you'd never leave,
But alas,
Is this what heartbreak is?
The crushing feeling of underlying sadness,
The realization that love is a joke,
The acceptance that you left me forever,
Is this what heartbreak is?
Your friends say I'm the bad one,
They say your perfect,
I'm the messed up one,
For needing you so much,
My heart is now in two,
I wish it wasn
Flipped Bestfriends by AjiraTheClumsyProxy, literature
Literature
Flipped Bestfriends
You joke,
You laugh,
You talk,
You cry,
We smile,
We laugh,
We listen,
We hear,
You might not know it,
But we'll always be here,
You'll always have a shoulder to cry on,
Just come to us,
We wish it was the same,
But you don't give us hope,
You never laugh,
You never listen,
You never hear,
You never hope,
You think we don't hear,
Your twisted words,
You talk behind our backs,
With no fear,
We don't tell you,
We don't let you know,
We value our "Friendship",
So much you'll never know,
If we tell you,
We know the outcome,
You'll be mad,
And we'll be sad,
Once in a while,
We get annoyed,
So we tell you,
The truth unfolds,
You get angry,
Because Whenever I Look At You (A Note For You) by AirDion, literature
Literature
Because Whenever I Look At You (A Note For You)
Don't you ever doubt how much you mean to me,
Not even for a single second. Because whenever
I look at you...I wonder how I got so damn lucky.
All I ever wanted was to be on your mind
As much as you were on mine. I know this is new,
But I would go out of my way to make sure you're fine.
Because whenever I look at you...I see my dreams.
They say when we dream we enter a world that's ours.
So I guess that makes you mine. I may not be perfect,
But I'll always give you my everything. I'm not perfect,
You can be sure that I'll never take you for granted.
Because whenever I look at you...my life gets a little better,
My smile a little brighter, m
Born and Raised in Bermuda May not have grown up in the best neighbourhood but it's home I love to write poetry Basketball is my life Studying Economics and Political Science at West Virginia Uni I'm a child trapped in the body of a 6'4" 18 yr old Disney Channel and the History Channel are my favourite channels I love historical facts I have a nerdy side My favourite show of all time is Angry Beavers
Favourite Movies
300 and most Disney Movies and the Fast and Furious series
Favourite TV Shows
Angry Beavers; Big Bang Theory; Decoded; Jessie (even though I don't get DC in college)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Young Money rappers (mainly Drake) and Mac Miller
Favourite Books
Bourne Series, Hunger Games Trilogy, and I'm currently working on the Series of Unfortunate Events
Favourite Writers
Rudy Francisco
Favourite Games
NBA 2K, FIFA, and CoD
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360
Other Interests
Basketball is what you will forever find me doing no matter what time or weather
Had tryouts for the Club Basketball team at my university (West Virginia University), I'm pretty sure I made the team because they asked me to come to a training tomorrow regardless of me being injured or not. I rolled my ankle towards the end of the practice, so I've been stuck laying around icing it. It sucks but hopefully it's get better. I want to play for this team almost as bad as I want to play for the actual University itself. Well that was just today.
The whole week has been hectic. I broke my phone, had to shell out $100 to get it replaced. I missed my poetry class on Wednesday. The first one I've missed all semester. Everything ju
Been through two weeks of the semester now. It does turn out that Poetry is my favourite class. If there is a class that comes after it, I will definitely be taking it. My other classes have been so so, I'm going to need to get a tutor for Math at some point. I'll need to do that sooner than later. Now all I have to do is try and keep up with my Journal.
So I've been through the first half of the first week of the Spring Semester at WVU. I'm taking a poetry class and it's really fun and I'm enjoying it. I think that it will be my favourite class this semester. My teacher is really cool and I'm hoping that she can help me get out of this too shy to show or read people my poetry. Putting it on DeviantArt is one thing. Actually being there when someone is looking at and critiquing my work is completely different. I just need to break through this shell of being so self-conscious. I guess we will see once the semester goes on.