|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Now that your gone, it's been hard. I can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, the way your eyes lightened. The way you used to say my name, rolling it off your tongue as if it was the sweetest wine. I am so lost without you.
I still think about that day in the gardens. Where the sun shined in your golden hair, and your blue eyes sparkled like water. And how you looked at me as I gave you that white flower, as if I had just handed you the world. And then you told me "Thank you".
Such a simple word, but love is a simple word too. And it's true, I loved you from then on. I knew you were my soul mate. Someone I could depend on and cherish for the rest of my life. I never dreamed I could lose you so early.
Then I think about the night I proposed, I took you onto that silly boat under the moonlight. And I put rose petals on the bottom of the boat, and when I bent down and asked you to be mine. I would give anything to take that moment and store it into a bottle and never let it
DeletedThese curtains are hiding the night
Hiding all that is right
Concealing a flame of truth
Shoving away a wisp of love
Ripping through the dark courage.
And the night falls,
until it is deleted with light.
Lost Without YouI'm lost without you
But even if I find myself,
i'll see you
every time I close my eyes.
I'm lost without you
Will it be so wrong,
to try and find myself again?
Just My Love L e t t e r.Dear You,
I've been thinking,
it's hard to breathe.
It's hard to breathe, because you're not by my side.
And I only want you beside me.
I don't want him,
All the time.
Yeah, I'm crazy.
Yeah, I'm crazy in love with you.
And I just had to think,
and I just had to tell you.
Because I love you.
I don't care if you feel the same about me.
I love you,
you can be with her.
Because I love you,
I want you to be happy.
And I feel jealous when I see her with you.
Sure, I shouldn't.
But I do.
I will let you go though.
Because I love you.
H o p e l e s sHopeless.
And with all my heart I try.
I can never be perfect.
Never perfect in your eyes.
I have no heart,
it burned long ago.
And left home.
My soul is black.
Black as night
I have no hope.
No hope deep inside.
I can't cry
I can't laugh.
So I must say good-bye.
I have no goal.
No goal is in sight.
And then I'll be hopeless.
And Now She F a d e sShe touched the blood.
The blood in the floor, the blood in the tub, and the blood in the sink.
They ask her why,
examining her in their fanciful offices.
Living their surreal lives.
They don't know what the real world is.
she knows the pain and the tears.
The blood, the scars.
And she asks them why?
Why don't they let her go.
Till she fades away, away.
They don't understand her world.
They never could,
no one could.
She just wants to bleed away.
She burns for forgiveness.
Begs and pleads.
Tears and screams can't help her now.
She only wanted love.
Only wanted friends.
She never understood why they laughed at her.
Why they hurt her.
Why they hit her, and kicked her.
What was wrong with her?
What was wrong with her smile, her laugh, and her body?
She looked like them.
She just didn't understand.
But now it's too late.
She can't hold on anymore.
Can't watch the blood down the drain.
So now she watches the blood seep into the ground.
but they can't laugh now.
I can't F l yYou're taking away my will to fly,
sure as if you bound my wings.
Tie me up,
tie me down.
Take my breath away,
break me away,
take me away,
I can't fly.
My wings are broken,
my heart is cracked,
my soul is shattered.
The cracks are showing.
I'm never here,
I'll never survive.
Break me away.
I don't have anything,
Take me away,
turn off the light.
As sure as when the sun is going down.
And let the dawn show me again,
breaking through the clouds.
Only to see,
You've taken away my will to fly.
Language of B e a u t yThose hooves that dance on the ground,
is it the hooves,
or is it my heart.
How does it dance.
How my heart and the hooves pound and dance.
How they intertwine and sing.
This, yes, this, is what captures me.
And what captures who we are.
How can they sing together,
how can they sing.
How do they dance,
but only in a dance as old as time.
Yes, it is beautiful.
Yes, it is.
How we touch the sky, and race the wind.
This is beautiful.
But only to the ones, who speak the language of beauty.
What do we fear?On her death bed,
I hear her ask, "What would we do, if we ran out of time?"
And so pale and far gone, she already knew the answer.
Her time had run out, and so I answered,
"We would break away, and climb the heavens."
She laughed as it made her cry still more,
"I know this answer. I know that my fears have come."
I replied, so softly, that it was only for her ears.
"And what do you fear, other than death."
She looked at me, so wise and sad.
"I fear that we'll run out of time.
Run out of the time that is so precious to us,"
I was confused, and I so young her so old. A gnarled tree, and a young sprout.
"Time is not what we fear. We fear death though."
She stared, her eyes so weak and her heart stuttering.
"Does our death not come in time? Do we not live by time.
What time we eat. What time we sleep. We fear no death."
And so she drew her last. And let it go with a sigh.
I understood now.
We don't fear death.
We fear time.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Falling For Dream LiesI'm not your perfect dream
but I guess I can't help it
cause' your not mine either
oh wait, you didn't know?
your just a poor copy of someone else
yeah I am to you too.
I knew though,
so much for breaking my heart for revenge right?
I thought we might be able to have something,
but it shows how much I knew
Oh wait, Know?
Or do I know anything.
The sad thing is,
I did fall for you
hard, ha, no I was lieing when I said I was using you
shows what I get for love
Fell in love, ha, stupid me.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
Keep in Touch!