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Pen to paper.Pen to paper, I write a thought
Single list of what has been taught
Lessons handed down by life
Leaving marks in me like a knife
Through blood, sweat, and tears
I have lost hope to my own fears
Yet on my knees I still build
Building what is left unfulfilled
Close to finish, but never done
I slave under the moon and sun
The cold is my sign that I live
Cold driven by fear, I survive
I keep moving, trying to move past
But I as start the unknown comes fast
Suffocating me till I yield to it
Taking from me, leaving my wrists slit
Blood pours forth as my ink
With each written word, makes link
A link tying me to this paper
As I write my last word, I am gone in a vapor
False DreamsAs we meet within the false sense of dreams
I hold past knowledge, about to bust at the seams
Emotions not felt for years come like new
I can say that you are truly rare and few
I stand cold and numb to this
I know the feeling of hatred and bliss
But I feel only nothing but remorse
Is this hell or heaven, a repeat or recourse
I fall to my knees as blood covers my hands
Heavy soul and body, as if covered in iron bands
As I stare at you, I stand up
You come to me silently and hand me a cup
Filled with blood and tears
From only what of love's taught fears
I drink hoping this will destroy the past
Everything grows dark suddenly and fast
Only to see your angelic face drift away
Encased by the night, left by the immortal day
I fall into the darkness of my own self hell
Nothing fills my core, as I hear only a single bell
I beg to know what is a dream and what is real
I want no more lies, just what is true, i want to feel
For so long I have numb myself to protect
Only to hold off the pain unti
As we dance in black upon starsAs we dance in black upon stars
Music and lights, ease the scars
staring not into the nothingness
but into your eyes full of happiness
above the earthly heaven
we beyond our ether seven
as space and time swirls around
we behold nothing but loves sound
hearts beat as one
to be bathed light of moon and sun
life stands still as we drift to the unknown
the last of light fading leaves your face
leaving only the darkness in its place
Yet like a flame your blue eyes shine
like emeralds, I know your mine
we drift, whispering love, to me you call
as like a shooting star together we free fall
The Green tree....The Green tree...
As a young woman sat beside a green tree
She said goodbye to a young man off to war
To meet near the tree, they swore
She always said my love will come back to me
She sat there unwavering for many of years
She would sing of her love to fight the fears
The locals were cruel and mocked her song
But she still she sang for him who her heart belong
As the years went on the woman sat there
From gold to a silver color changed her hair
She never wept nor gave up, as she sat under the tree
The locals told stories of how once was her beauty
The tree grew old and died, the woman still sat and wait
Still waiting for her most beloved, one and only mate
After years of waiting a song bird came with note
It told of her love and how he went down with the boat
She smiled as she closed her eyes as her life came to an end
She stood up and went to where the tree once stood for years then
Her chest grew and burst forth with limbs, branches, and a trunk of a green tree
Her time of waiting h
As we float in the love of ourAs we float in the love of ours
Time is lost in the hours
So close in our lovers hold
But to others, this is too bold
Close minds keep us in dark
Dirty looks as we sit in the park
Muttering hateful speech as we kiss
Making it anger instead of bliss
So let us sail to the moon
And return not too soon
Not until the world can love as one
Until then we will watch the moon and sun
Rise and fall over and over
So let us wish on this four leaf clover
And hope it grants our needed wish
To the black space with a silent swish.
VD poemTaunted by the past, I now live in fear
I am left dried and to weep not a tear
I hang my head ever so low
I carried on for one I didn't know
I stumbled like a drunk across her
At first with the pain I couldn't be sure
But slowly in secret I gained the strength
As my knowledge her grew in length
The past still I bear and carry with me
But with her I know I am free as I can be
With each passing trail of my soul
She was the glue to keep me whole
So calmed the storm within my head
She gave life to what I thought was dead
My heart beats with the sound of her voice
When i see her. I can do nothing be rejoice
I gained the courage to confront the past
As for the war isn't over, I still hold fast
With her at my side I shall never waver
For I can never repay the favor
The favor she did in saving my life
I can do only so much, so I made her my wife
Until death do us part and beyond
She shall be my love ever so fond
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply giv
I Didn't Mean, I Didn't MeanI didn't mean to make you cringe
when I mentioned the strength of your shoulders
- didn't want to see them fold in
to protect vulnerable organs
from words protruding rudely
out of disguised compliments.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to shut your eyes
when I admired the specific shade of chamoisee
- didn't want to see you wince
as you prepared for an unfelt slap
and the long-lasting sting
of a bare, misshapen insult.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to laugh
when I said that I find you beautiful
- didn't want to see you shake
and hear your voice choke
on the ridiculousness
of a misspent commendation.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to hiss a sharp inhale
when I smiled at the sound of your voice
I didn't mean, I didn't mean -
I didn't mean for you to frown
when I stared at you too long
I didn't mean, I didn'
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Who Are You - I - KaniahliesWhen asked who she was,
she panicked -
her heart blurred;
a humming pressure
behind the strikes of her ribs.
into the fizzling of anxiety.
Who am I? Who am I?
- 'Something wicked'
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
Barely ContainedCurled up so tight
that bones become
pliant and shift to
fit the imposition
of paws and sharp
ears, I feel you -
humming in my heart.
That tiny little space
that vibrates with
the subtle barely
of affection – are you
purring in my ribcage?
A little ball of raw
muscle wrapped in a
softness to protect it,
a furry shell to keep
it safe. The persistent
pressure and pawing
of an impatient feline
at dinner time – that’s
the weight on my heart
and the tugging at it
when I hear your name.
An ear twitches and
ripples ticklishly on the
inside of my clavicle
and I spasm it out;
I love you --
Bricks and MortarI’m fully aware that I’m alive.
And in this life, I find it hard to believe
that I could allow so many nights to
pass unnoticed and unaccompanied.
And in this world where seven billion
souls crawl over one another,
being alone is something of a miracle.
WideYou criticised the way I write
I wondered if you were, for once,
saying something right.
But I deserve
to take up
my words deserve
to fill a page
I hope they cover
StarsI reached for the stars,
Longing for the strength and brilliance they held.
But my hand came back with shards of glass, streaked with blood.
Jagged pieces dug into my palm, broken fragments of a dream.
For stars are not meant to claimed or owned,
But acknowledged and gazed at from a distance.
Their world is not the same as yours,
And they do not wish to be confined and limited,
By your personal desires.
Muse suffocatingShe sits alone, head spinning so fast
Smashing the future with the past
She wants to stop pain that hurts so much
Original paper drawings not making a good crunch
In her head she has things banging around
She cant focus with so much sound
She feels to stop her masterwork of art
Stress takes a harsh toll on such a young heart
Her vision is warped where she cant see
How wonderful her unique art can be
She cant see that a lot of her art inspire
In her burns a raging artist fire
For she is blinded by the darkness of life
I only hope she fights through her strife
So dont give up, this for you isnt the end
I know you have support from people and friends
CrossroadsShe's at a crossroad again.
If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passer-bys after all.
Wait. I've...I've never looked back.
The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around looking over her shoulder and gazing into the mist-filled street. It's murky, grey, dark, and filled with heavy rain.
Why have I never looked back?
She doesn't know if that's really a question, or if it's something she's asking herself, but she definitely finds the confusion that comes with the thought loathsome, at best. Deciding
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