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Love is a Feeling I Will Never ForgetEvery breath with purpose,
Every step with reason,
Love is like the summer,
And it outlasts every season.
Every glance a bond to earth,
Every touch magic begun,
Love is like a burning flame,
And it burns brighter than the sun.
Every embrace a quiet relief,
Every bit of warmth extended,
Love is like a saving light,
A feeling I can now only imagine.
Every doubt you chose to wonder,
Every fault that you never explored,
Love is like a burning rose,
It now withers inside my core.
Speak your worry, resolve, express,
To avoid sadness, anger, and regret.
Love is a feeling I never wanted to lose,
But now love is a feeling I will never forget.
Untitled2Life feels like I'm wrangled,
Between about a hundred ropes.
Everyone keeps pulling in different directions.
When I fall forward, the backward side is angry.
When I fall backwards, the forward side is jealous.
And then there are those who have given up on their rope.
And what about me?
I'm laying on the ground in the middle of it all.
I can't seem to choose correctly so I remain by myself.
The world moves on without me,
Leaving me behind.
Yeah...that's definitely all I ever wanted.
UntitledSave me from my sadness, God.
Save me from my fears.
Life feels like a nightmare, God.
I keep opening my eyes thinking I'll wake up,
But I never do...
You're my only hope
Just OnceSometimes I wish I could snap my fingers and stop time.
After that, I'd unzip the sky and jump into it's seams,
I'd get away from the world.
I'd be endlessly drifting on puffy clouds,
And bask in the light of a million stars shining all around me.
I'd let music seep into my heart and watch it rip out my burdens.
I'd be forever in your arms.
I'd be forever laughing and smiling with all of my loved ones.
If only I could escape for just one day...
WarTrapped in this war,
No one is winning.
Bullet after bullet,
I have fallen before you.
You hide in the foliage,
You push everyone out to battle,
While you hide,
While you pull me down,
With your twisted words,
Your rolling eyes,
Your raging tone.
I live everyday believing:
"Today is the day I will fall,"
And I will keep falling,
Scars will open up once more.
I will keep waving my little white flag,
Even after it's been torn, shot, and ripped...
Is this war never ending?
InvisibleLiving in a bubble I feel all alone,
But reliving the past feels like a good home.
Suffocate me with the joys of younger days,
Numb me, don't let me see the outside!
The time you made me laugh so hard I cried,
You all came to visit me when I could have died,
The nights we'd stay up dreaming and scheming,
Fictional inspirations and dreams of the future.
Watching tv til the wee morning hours,
Racing through the warm summer showers,
Talking intensely and perfectly fine,
Always knowing we'd be close all throughout time.
Reaching out I hope to catch your hands,
But you pull them away and give them to a man.
Pounding on the walls, begging you to hear,
Never aware that behind that bubble there have been so many tears.
As you all drift away, none say goodbye,
Because life is perfect under your rose-colored sky.
But I will keep waving until you finally see,
That faint figure of sorrow, is no one but me.
Thou Shall be StrongForbidden Fruit of sanctitity,
How can I not think of thee,
How can I not speak of thee,
How can I not taste thee?
Why art thou amidst my dreams?
Thine charm whispers and embraces me.
Guilty that I dreamed a dream,
Questioning everything of me.
Awakening leaves a sense of sadness,
Disappointment of real life,
And shame of going him against,
I am feeling things in many senses.
An uneasy mind is the worst of all,
If thou is tempted thou will fall,
Thou will lay there on the ground,
Still questioning if thou be sound.
If thou be sound,
When no person is around,
If thou be sound,
When the hour comes around...
If thou be sound and thou be true,
Hide such thoughts whence thou knew,
And shall you dream of thee anon,
Fall thou not, thou shall be strong.
Broken EyesTake a part of me,
Take a little heart from me,
And piece back the broken eyes.
Shattered on the floor,
A wave upon the shore,
The mist from my broken eyes.
How long will it take to fix my sight?
Cuz all I can see is what I'm not doing right.
Take me beautiful and set me free,
Let's wander off into the distant sea.
It's hard to keep so silent,
When my mind waves crash upon the walls,
Of a broken mind.
Every single day you pass,
Is like an hourglass,
I can't hold it inside.
How long will it take to free those words,
I love you darling, you don't know how much it hurts!
Give me a sign that the sun will shine,
Show the sunset behind your eyes!
Behind your eyes
Behind your eyes
With the morning rise,
I will let those feelings die,
Looking past my broken eyes....
Who is a Friend?Who is a friend who cannot let go?
Strings held tight to a single heart,
Victim unable to seek out and grow.
The victim's decisions controlled by one,
Who cuddles, then strangles emotions,
They ring her out until the final tear falls.
She covers her eyes.
Who is a friend who cannot smile?
Face tightly clenched and wide-eyed,
It's hard to please them for a while.
One simple word could avalanche,
Words of anger, hatred, and vile,
They put her down til' her confidence falls.
She covers her mouth.
Who is a friend who tunes people out?
They've got her on AM, a cover of static,
She changes channels but no words come out.
They don't have time to be with her,
They don't have ears that will listen to her,
They don't have a heart to care about her.
She covers her ears.
Who is a friend who talks behind backs?
Who whispers in ears and laughs,
A wall of trust overcome with cracks.
They say things that she hears buzz by,
And makes her wonder why she's alive.
And makes her wonder
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, i do.
i may not see the moon, but
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Just TalkWhy don't you smile anymore?- I miss it.
Why won't you ever tell me what's wrong?- I always feel like it's me...
Why do you seem so different?- you don't seem alive.
Do you still think of me?- Cuz I think of you.
Do you still love me?- Cuz I love you so much.
I wish you would just tell me.
Just talk to me. Please.
Just. Talk. <3
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