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momo's journal page oneJune 5 , 2012
Its the first day of this stupid summer camp that my parents sent me to to help me. This wont help me. I need to see my friends, i need to explain, i need to talk to cody, and devin. The only reason i am writing this is because my cousular mack is making me because she says it will help me calm down and feel better. Yeah right. The only way i will feel better is if i can see them. But she said write down all my feelings and i would feel better..... I guess i could give this a shot, i mean nothing else has worked. Ive tried cutting but i couldnt force myself to do it. I couldnt get myself to move the knife. When i was at home i used to run. I would just go outside and run and run and run, until i couldnt anymore. I would wind up miles away from my house. Sometimes i wouldnt even know where i was at. Id go to the nearest truck stop and ask. Then i would call jake to come pick me up. Maybe thats where i fucked up. Spending more time with jake then cody. But what was i suppos
jake mummy's info.:In Depth Character Sheet:.
--Name: Jacob/Jake Micheal Mummy
--Name Meaning: In Hebrew, the name Jacob means- He grasps the heel. the name Michael means- like god
---------Explain: Momo calls him that when she wants something from him, like to go get her a drink or a piggyback ride, ya know stuff like that.
--Age: 16, until the 5th
--Birth Date: October 5, 1995
--Species: Half vampire/ half mummy
--Languages Spoken &/or Read: English
--Dominant Hand: Right-handed
--How old does your character look vs. their real age: 17 and 20
--First toy: A plush camel
--Your character's general attitude towards their family: Jake is semi-close to his dad, but they are working
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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