Letter from the 12th Doctor by sands-of-vulcan, literature
Literature
Letter from the 12th Doctor
Hello,
You're probably wondering who I am, and why this letter has found itself upon your doormat (inner doormat I hope, otherwise your postman is rubbish) anyway. You have been exclusively selected from a lottery of about a trillion trillion bazillion million lifeforms to receive a special message!
Brilliant, isn't it!
No? Well at least I'm not the tax man, or your quarterly phone bill. I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm the Doctor. I travel through time and space in a battered old ship (sorry dear) and I have seen all the wonders you could possibly imagine. I was on Skaro when the Thals still made a stand. I was on Mondas wh
I was never the fastest swimmer,
(I was never the slowest, either)
Nor the most poised speaker.
(I'm better as a writer)
And when it comes to education,
I'm no valedictorian.
(But I still learn new things each day)
I'm stubborn in all the wrong ways
(I like to call it "determined")
And my moods cycle through like ocean waves.
(but I'm more passionate than you can comprehend)
My family's not the closest,
(but we're still together)
And my love is not the purest
(define the word "forever")
Truthfully,
I can't always find the words,
To tell you how I feel.
No, I'm not the most beautiful,
But if anything,
I'm real
How could I forget, how you said as we parted ways:
"You'll understand someday".
I've learnt a lot since then
I've learnt that you're all the same
You're there for a day, a month, a year
And then just like that, you're gone
And each time, like a fool, I'll stand right here
I stand and I sing you a song
I stand, and I sing
And I hope, and I try
Not to imagine a day when I'm thirty and jaded and trying not to cry
I stand, and I sing
And it's only for you
And I never learn, no matter what you do
No I never learn, I simply start anew
How could I forget, how I watched as you turned away
Into the breaking day?
I've learnt how to ke
Alice doesn't talk to strangers;
She hides around street-corners and
watches your life pass you by.
She links arms with shadows and
flies by with moths, thinking of
breathing new life into
cold graves - only to keep them warm.
It's innocent.
Alice doesn't see the future;
but she sees the past with fevered eye
and with no recognition.
She holds hope in her arms, but she
squeezes it too tight until
it's nothing but a smear
of iridescent shadow
in her palm.
I live for Alice; for the
inward-tunnel of her eyes and
the crow-flight of her smile;
I live in her life,
while she waits
and waits
Gonna write you a letter
make it better, make it matter,
make you guilty, make you listen,
make you miss me
Fold the paper, hands are trembling,
can't be sure of this -
it was never a good idea.
Easier to call.
Quicker, anyway,
pour silence into your ear,
with a little side order of static
Yeah.
think I'd rather write
"Been a while..."
layering cliches with sentimental
bullshit and old cups of coffee
and sun and crazy driving.
Do you remember...? Better stop
now. And shut up.
tear up
rip up
white wings of lined paper sailing
downward
not gonna write you a
letter, after all
I know a girl, she says too much
But she never says enough
She lives in my mind and she lives in your life
And she knows that love is tough
She doesn't cry but she doesn't dance
Some say a funny contradiction
But the only thing you know about her
Is that she's stranger, stranger
Stranger than fiction
And she'll change your mind
If you let her
And she'll never let
You forget her
Oh
And she thinks that life is plain sailing
'Cause she doesn't see her own failings
No, no, no
No turning back
She sits around in her living-room
Not watching the TV
She plays her games in your life and mine
And we turn out to be
Better at hope,
The Longest Goodbye by BrightLittleOwl, literature
Literature
The Longest Goodbye
Careful what dreams you follow
Careful what path you take
There will be things you leave behind
With every choice you make
I never asked the questions
I should have thought it through
Was it really worth the price I paid?
The price of losing you
I had forgotten
All that I shared with you
The way I sang for you
Lived for you
Waited alone in the dark for you
For you to return
And it took the longest goodbye
For me to learn
Learn that I'd miss just knowing
That you were always near
That when I could not sleep at night
Come morning you'd calm my fears
Learn that I'd miss your laughter
And the books that you'd always bring;
Y
Alive (Basement Boy Song) by BrightLittleOwl, literature
Literature
Alive (Basement Boy Song)
There is a boy in the basement who thinks
that he's talented but he is fading out
trying to perpetrate, perforate schemes of
a liar and a lyricist shouting out
what are these things you do? What are these
things you say? Don't treat us like it is obvious.
I can't control you and I can't correct you
but god let me feel like you're one of us
he wakes us up early; he shouts in the morning
he won't give us respite, he just keeps on going
his misery comprehends more than our happiness
but we don't want to admit it
so we just let him keep sending distress flares
over and over, repeated
there is a boy in the basement who thinks
that we're damned
Can we talk about the empty words -
the cardboard smiles and canned
laughter, that you give me
now that he's gone?
Can we talk about the way
that you don't say much anymore
your grey eyes are tired -
and they won't meet mine
Can we talk without drawing
rings around each other until
little charcoal circles hem us in?
There's this thing that we're
running from, and it's not
a ghost - it's a truth.
Where are we meant to begin?
You're scared to cry because
if you start you'll never stop;
or because, you argue, crying's
just not you
and you're wondering how I
will take the slam-wrench-quiver
of your tears
and there isn't an answe