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One of those nightsIt's one of those nights were my eyes won't close,
were tears keep dripping down my nose.
It's one of those nights were everything's wrong but I can't explain why,
When the light burns out all I'm left to do is cry.
It's one of those nights were I panic at the slightest sound,
Were under the air I feel like I'm drowned.
It's one of those nights were I can't seem to breathe,
Were I choke and I heave, I just want to leave.
It's one of those nights were I can't stop thinking,
I'm slowly falling, I'm drowning, I'm sinking.
It's one of those nights were there are no lights in the sky,
Were I feel grounded when I just want to fly.
It's one of those nights were everything comes back,
All the dark thoughts that shroud your mind in black.
It's one of those nights were I'm too scared to dream,
For once it's ends, I'll wake up, and scream.
The fame gameShy and quiet, is what you are,
Yet is see you dreaming to be a star.
Basking under that radiant spotlight,
Smiling as your lips gently dust the mic.
I see you glow as your passion flares,
You melt all fears, you have no cares.
But tell me now as your growing strong,
Never missing a note in each and every song.
Was it really necessary to change your name,
Will it really gain you fame?
They told you that your own wasn't cool or acquit
But your stage name doesn't really seem to fit.
The wig and make up are a good gimmick
But for you I don't really think your with it
I'll admit I'm happy for you,
But as far as personalities go I think you have two.
The fame monster seems to be growing inside
You can run but you can't hide.
And the fact that your acting like you're hot shit
You're getting there, but you're not quite it.
Watch this space.
To late I've seen enough.
Can't be savedBound by pain, torn inside
Worrying feelings are coming alive.
A storm is forming inside my heart
I can't breathe, I'm falling apart.
"Come help me" I scream as I fall from the sky
You reach out to catch me, then wave goodbye.
I can hear your laughter ringing in my ears
I can hear the demons whispering my fears.
I try to call out, in a desperate plea
But I know you can't save me.
I want to go back, to change it all
It's all to late I've started to fall.
I never even said farewell,
As I fall to the gates of hell.
I cursed myself, for that is true
There's so much more I wish you knew.
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy.
What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.
The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.
A heavy drowse of a now distant past,
Faded memories, of passings so fast.
Three for a girl, four for a boy.
There once was a girl who fell in love,
Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.
She met a boy with a heart of gold,
Hard, metallic and awfully cold.
Five for silver, six for gold.
She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,
Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.
She found the gold, in the best of others.
Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers.
Seven for a secret never to be told.
Lies were formed and secrets kept
Serpents whispered while she slept.
She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.
Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
The kissIt starts off slow, with a light brush of my face
Pulling me close in a warm embrace
Your hands on my waist as you pull me on top
Up on your lap is were I hop
I look deep into your shining eyes
As both your hands caress my thighs
I lean forward and you lean in
And this is were the kiss begins
Soft and gentle as you find your pace
My little heart starts to race
A fiery passion starts to grow
And there's no signs of this beginning to slow
Kissing harder now, discovering your lips
With your hands resting on my hips
Stopping only for the need of air
I run my fingers through your hair
No more scars that I have to bare
They fade away as if never there
I began to writeI began to write a verse filled with spite, filled with anger and utter betrayal.
I began to write how I was truly hurt and all the wrongs that had been done to me.
I began to write to protest on everything you had done, to shame you, to blame you.
But as I began to write I seen that nothing worked, that I had filled the page with a vile and hateful verse.
I had seen that what I had began to write was the beginning of a fight, a beginning of a war that would only hurt both sides.
So instead if fighting fire with fire, I extinguished the flame, and made a white flag for my soul.
I took a step back from my fiery attack.
And I began to write this.
Take a walk with me.To the end we shall go, were ever it may be,
Take me down the path less travelled, walk me through the sea.
The broken glass of crackled hearts, were bare feet may tread,
Along side the river of the dammed, the water coloured red.
Hollow bones and bullet holes litter the sandy plain,
Dried blood is the mark that only death may reign.
Yet here we stand in fire and smoke,
Drowning in it's gentle choke.
and off I'll sail.
To a valley of eternal bliss.
My WingsMoving on to better things, I'm so happy I found my wings
No need for tears, no sinking fears.
A burning passion comes in roaring fashion.
A smile I bear, free without a care.
No broken hearts, or scaring marks.
I'm moving on to better things, no more rocks upon my wings.
Teacher's pet peeve.You loathe me, you really do,
I know my presence just bothers you.
Those evil glares and little digs,
All those things to make you big.
You can poke and you can prod,
Then preach your words about your god.
You can act the little saint,
But that's something you just ain't.
You can pretend that I'm not there,
And then act like you treat us fair.
Questions of a wider scope,
Get a "no further questions" and a bible quote.
Crow like demeanour you wallow in pride,
No pity you offer, as you throw the carcass aside.
That burning hatred of me, you truly despise,
That roaring fire in your eyes.
Now tell me Miss, as it's clear to see,
Why do you really hate me?
HypocrisyI own great admiration for the blank slate. It possesses many unwritten ideas. They paint my waking dreams with realizations that hide beneath preset realities. What is caged within the sleeping soul that so cowers beneath human concept? The blank page embodies all that is, was, and ever will be--in minds both unwritten and out voiced. There are tears, and laughs, and screams among the blank pages of existence. Pages, which are devoted to un-birthed ideas and colorless worlds, are caressed by the longing, hungry eyes of silent souls. These souls wish to press full against the purity and bleed out across the pages in a raw, timeless voice. I own an admiration for the blank slate, which so presses against the will of writing philosophies within me that, most often, my fingers refuse to mar its innocence with them. Thus, with this bleeding out of soul, I have given life to colorless, un-birthed ideas. Thus, I have labeled myself a hypocrite.
The Unsurprising Tale of Jacklyn I couldn’t believe that I was finally starting high school. I made sure to avoid orientation, as it would have been very difficult to convince the staff that I was not masculine after an initial meeting. So, I dropped in unannounced, dressed and perked up in a way that was unsuspecting.
I tried my best to make sure that I was not caught, and when I returned home I discarded my form instantaneously to make sure my parents didn’t see. For if they knew what I was doing, I was sure to live in the streets over by the ditch on the road to the supercenter like all the burnt out junkies. I did feel sorry for them, having to walk around all day in the sun and then sleep in a ditch or under some other person’s porch.
I was able to get with the other girls’ sports programs almost flawlessly. And within the first week, I was already making a small name for myself in the girls’ basketball team. Playing wasn’t the hardest
Generalized Anxiety DisorderH met a woman at the bar. H liked the woman at the bar so he missed the last train for her. They drank mojitos. The woman at the bar talked about the interconnectedness between the universe and all of the objects within it etc.
The woman at the bar invited H back to her apartment. The apartment was very chillin. The woman had a terrarium of Macaqs in the middle of her apartment. H said “your monkeys are very pretty” and the woman said thank you.
H and the woman made out.
Then, they took off their clothes. It was when they disrobed that H noticed something very weird.
“Where in the wide world of sports are your nipples?” H said. The woman indeed had 2 breasts, but 0 nipples. This woman was a freak of nature.
“Fuck,” said H. “Are you a man?”
The woman laughed a high, feminine laugh. “Wait,” she said, “you mean you didn’t know what all happ
IndependenceIf you shoot me
Nothing will change
Despite your attempts
Each moment is mine
Perhaps you will feel better
Every time you contain our actions
Nothing can stop us
Death is a favor
Even if it's early
Never think you won
Certain people will live forever
Everlasting and perfect
No sooner had the door closed softly than the sky opened frenzied and demanding.
As if to echo relief; as if to echo wanting; as if to let loose remaining words left impatient and electrified in the air. The fire and light that assaulted the senses was accompanied by – too quickly and too out of any semblance of pace – an imposing boom that set the world trembling. And it left us at once recognized and cowering.
Lost within the tantrums of the heavens and the careless flood of referenced duality - a black bird sat,
wanting nothing more than the freedom of wings and the quarter of open air innate of its being, patiently, until I gave turn to notice. He, in a space barely holding his shape at the window sill, likely neither the most easily discovered nor gentle location, found what was needed and of relative comfort for the time. As the winds and rains raged, he pushed himself against the glass, seeking that small, random, by-chanced place of safety. I was honored and hoped i
Just a Little Jetski Ride It's a feeling like no other. The adrenaline, the excitement, the absolute freedom. I forget to be worried about every little thing; I forget my problems. I forget about friends, family, and acquaintances. It's only me, gliding across the water at impossible speeds, and the wind attacking my eyes, ears, and hair.
But, I don't care about that. All I care about is the freedom. Free from the thoughts of others. Free from responsibilities. Free from stress.
I'm soaring! Flying high above the dark clouds of negativity, forever bathed in the light of happiness. I've no need to find the occasional burst of sun peeking through the dark mass over my head. The storm clouds cleared away and left a rainbow of positivity in it's wake.
Even as Shane slows down to bring us ashore, the rainbow stays. The assortment of colors radiates through my body, taking over me.
Beautiful. Bright. Happy. And most of all, free.
Storm The badlands are nothing compared to that of an irreversible agony, constantly eating away at lingering hope until nothing is left.
A vast land was set before my very own feet, a land that has yet to be kissed by the rain. All those who entered went into a storm, vast to never be found, forgotten into the world. Yet something tugs at me, pushing me into the dark unknown.
Maybe its because of my greed, my desire to not live in vain, and to emerge as a victor and laugh at fate's will.
Perhaps what drives me is pure stupidity, to believe that I can bear such a tremendous amount of pressure and continue walking, to underestimate one's wrath, and learn to stand.
I don't know.
There is no desire in me to run in there screaming a battle cry, and nothing in me to turn around and run towards safety.
I don't have encouragement, tenacit
the outcastsHe stood there... Watching them pass by ignoreing him as always. Never noticing him, never talking to him and when they do it was always words of hate, and he took it. He took it everyday this kind of abuse. For he was always an outcast. Always in the dark, always ignore. Even though inside he was an angel he can never show that side. For he was demonized everywhere he went. Feeling the scars in his heart as they hurt as bad as those on his back he continue to walk his lonely path that he never ask for. That he never wanted. But he kept on living for he knew one day he will be needed somewhere no matter if this world wanted it or not he will do it and today was that day. As he walked he saw a girl about his age who look a little scared. Coming to her he said hi but instead of running like most will do she replied with her own greeting for she was also a outcast against her will because she made the right choice. Both look past the false labeling that others Gave them and saw there true
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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