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Secrets.Some were whispered into your ear
Others you've found out on your own and
They remind you how fragile you really are
And how thin and brittle your bones can be.
Notes that you sometimes sing
Beats that you try to remember
You want them to mean something
But they don't.
You find yourself unable
To meet their gaze
You've destroyed them
And them you
With their secrets and
You with your
(It is finally time
That freedom hurts).
The leaves have lost
When the stars
Forgot their odd
When your smile
Could no longer
Renew my faith.
Even when the abyss
Of my remembrance
Failed to summon back
When all the colors
Around me dulled and-
All the textures.
When the music saddened
And the fragrances paled.
I'm not ready yet. I will never be.
Fire BreathersI have to see the strange ice peek
Through squinting eyes and
Try not to dream.
Though my heart beats tears
Into my sorry blue veins,
My joy is plastered across my lips
Like a fool
I walk with a head raised high
Though I'm not sure why and
My soul is so fatigued that I can feel
The effort it takes me to breathe.
On Mondays I sing
But I'm silent for the rest of the week.
And my fear for fire breathers has lead me
To sew my lips together and
To never speak.
NotebookMy desk bruises are numbers
Across my knees
And between my callused fingers
And there are more bruises, too
On the cheap paper, lined in thin blue
On the fingerprinted chairs and
The heavy books
Waiting for a bonfire
Of ink, of graphite
Notes in starry shimmers
And faces of fabricated people
Charcoal eyes, lips and dimples
In the creases between the words
And lots of nonsense:
Gossip, pop songs and
Poetic stories that
walking barefootperhaps it's better to
start wearing shoes that fit
my ugly feet than
brownish white socks with
one big hole on each toe.
But I continuously refuse to
believe in shoes and my mother
began ferociously scolding my talents
at making fat holes in socks.
And so, the only option left is
that I walk barefoot and hope that
my feet will remain unscathed.
The after partyThe light
Reflected on the
And water fissures
In my wrinkled fingers,
Scraped skin and
Little cuts on
Both thumbs and
Maybe if I cry
I'll feel better but
I hate the taste
Of salt on my
And so I look
Outside and focus
On the contrast
Between the neon signs
And the night.
And while trying to
Thoughts of tomorrow
Prove great enough
To flip the contents of
My worn out body
Three times in a row.
If only I were...If only I were a
Free feathered seagull, I'd
Spread my wings and
To the clouds where
A rainbow slide awaits me
To the sky Where the
Soft cotton Candy is as
Wonderful as It dares to be.
If only I were a
Golden feathered peacock, I'd
Be as arrogant too
I'd never glance to the earth but
I'd stare at the beautiful skies
And let my mind lose itself....
We're cowards, you and IThe rain
Like streams on
Her moon bathed face.
Pressed to the earth
She once heard.
Seeps into her
Bones and shudder
After shudder breaks
The thin figure
Of her body.
I cannot tell if it's
Only rain or if
Tears have found
Thier slippery way
Across her cheeks.
I stare from far away but
I'm not brave enough to
Save her from herself.
What if?What if the sky was
A deep blue ocean?
What if your eyes were
What if your open palms
Were frozen, yet
No warmth would engulf them?
What if your aching bones
Were broken though
No touch would cure their ache?
What if your skin was blue,
Was bloodless, but
No blood would flush their hue?
What if frowns were never turned?
What if cries were never heard?
What if cuts and clotted tears were
Never closed and scarred your
Lovely face and hurt your soul?
What if darkness never lit?
What if poison never bit?
What if life has never been
A painful spit?
What if you were still by me?
What if we were still so free?
What if you would only be?
Would I ever known to save your lonely soul?
Er, Boobs Are The Sh*tHello, you can call me Thai.
You might not know me, but you know and I know and we know that today is a very special day. And it happens every day.
It's a celebration, but let me just stop to say that you're an awesome person. However, I have a short term memory and I keep forgetting that you're a female. In other words, I keep forgetting to tell you about national boob day.
And I'm not talking about cancer...
I'm talking about how awesome it is to be a Woman. And our boobs, most of all, make us awesome.
Because, no one has a more beautiful portable extension that changes the entire perspective of a nation positively and respectively and... can be exalted without being vulgar by the likes of men and women in a way that is apart of why everything is created, lol. It is possibly the most adored feature in the sense that they're lushes, soft, round, and Beautiful...
Very much what is described as a wo
Jest In TimeDid anyone get the joke?
If ever there was any laughter,
all of it was canned.
Could there be laughter still,
in the light of the sinking sun?
Look out, the laugh might be landing,
it might settle on you
Yeah, didn't we laugh,
howling and groaning,
we just didn't know, cluelessly
for the last laugh, cut short
when the coin jangled
on the hardwood floor.
I ryby (piosenkowiersz)rogale przejęły władzę
nad moim kartonem z bułki
poszliśmy nad rzekę
nie mamy nic wspólnego z tym
rzeka rymuje się z bułką
trzeba tylko w to uwierzyć
nie potrzebna mi herbata
będę rzucać folią w ścianę
kreatywność i ryby
i ryby i tablica
i nie zapominajmy o rybach
to wcale nie kwiatki
to kapelusze z liśćmi
nie mają uszu
ListenHear my little story
Let it sneak into your ear
Listen closely now
Before I disappear
Mystery surrounds us
Fantasy closes in
Soon you will espy
What steely eyes make clear
I’m not a fabrication
Nor a phantom of the insane
Niether a cause of sporadic imagination
Hither I hover, here
But a sprite.
A magical little elf
Now will you please listen to my-
He seems to have fainted.
No one ever listens to my story.
Life Taken for GrantedProviding as a stability
For other fellow man
Before time runs its course
Importance to the self
Remains but a myth.
Productivity is the main motive
Behind the new species
Born and nurtured into
A prison developed from its own blood.
As if confinement was not
Enough in the first place
The professing of
Existing as a chemical imbalance
Adds to the box of surprises.
Which you pride
Yourselves in or offer to me
Though your emptiness
Reflects off of my very being
What does it say about you?
Blissful dream states
Infatuated to the
Perceiving and plagiarizing of ideals
Bent until broken
In meaning and living.
No evidence hold true
Nor makes it through
The solid reality
Colliding right before you...
Over simplification bleeds
Through the satin of common sense
Then staining the intellect
Until there is no room
For new concepts or beliefs.
Peoples,I do not feel like doing everything
All at the same time
In perfect detail
While reading your mind
ToadMy beautiful prince,
The more he evaded my glances.
Like some strange hallucinogen,
Was flowing through my blood,
I was transfixed by his transformation.
No kiss could cure this toad of his curse,
No candle-lit castle, nor sunset by a stream,
This love croaked its last.
Clean Thy RoomA nacho tray, and a vodka glass,
this pigsty reeks, of intoxicating gas.
cigarette butts, scattered trash,
the whole damn floor, is strewn with cash,
your carpet is stained, by burgundy wine,
and your toilet stinks, of seaweed brine.
your walls are pierced, by crooked darts,
and your mattress ordains, a box of tarts.
what the hell is this? a strippers dress?
don't leave them behind, you're making a mess!
and though you're rich, if you live like this,
I'm sure you'd be equal to swine-lamented piss.
Oh and don't forget, to mop your floor,
and don't leave lingerie hanging by the front door,
If you're gonna party, go do it at the bar,
and if you don't like the bar, just hook up inside your car.
Just don't leave your room, like a fuck-scene from prom,
Remember this my boy, From your one and only Mom.
Teeth for CowsWhere did the tiny footed fairy go,
The night I lost ten teeth or so?
I swear she ows me ten green bucks
Or even twenty for my terrible luck.
I think it cruel and rude and bad
To promise things you never had
For getting ten good teeth knocked out
Is something you would cry about
And I would cry if my reasons are just
But my lies are justly not to trust
So trust me when I tell you how
You can still lose teeth while on a cow
Or perhaps a bull who's in disguise
But I wouldn't know for I'm not that wise.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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