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Emotionally InvestedHe slowly fills me in on his life,
Telling me about his losses and confusion.
I long to ease his suffering.
Tears silently fall from my eyes
While he smokes a Marlbro.
He is blind to the here and now
As he shares his painful memories.
Briefly he sees my tears,
Tells me that he's not worth crying over.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone,
Drag them into his unsteady life.
He'd rather be alone,
For he knows that
If she were to say that she wanted to fix them,
He'd take her back in a heartbeat.
He'd welcome her once again into his open arms.
It leaves me torn and concerned,
Leaves me emotionally invested,
I can't tell him,
Because he won't approve,
Doesn't want me falling for him.
But it's a little too late.
I'm already emotionally invested.
You SaidYou say that you want me to move in with you,
That you want me back in your life.
But you're the one who walked out of mine.
How can I believe what you say?
You said that you didn't mean to disappear,
Didn't mean to hurt me.
Yet you did it anyways.
Why would I trust what you've said?
You told me that you still love me,
But when I tell you the same thing,
You don't see how,
When not even five minutes earlier,
You told me
"You don't just stop loving someone."
How can I believe what you tell me,
When you don't believe it yourself?
Yesterday, Today, TomorrowYesterday,
My ex stopped by.
I broke down,
And he saw my tears,
It was almost as if nothing bad happened
As he kissed me for the last time.
Not one song
Can explain how I feel.
Cut and paste
The memories brought to the surface.
I want to cry into a full bathtub
As my speakers play
Songs for the broken-hearted,
And my sweet release
Lets the pain flow freely.
I might regret standing there
For so long,
And letting my vulnerability
Be so exposed.
My heart might start to heal,
My pain may start to dull,
My weaknesses become my strength.
May never come...
Where Is Your Reality?I can feel the bass through my feet.
Lights flash before my eyes
In a blur of color.
Neon clothes and make-up
Glow beneath the black light.
Bodies are being mashed together
In a dancing frenzy.
We hug people we've just met,
And become part of their family
The next weekend.
We all instinctively follow
A short code of conduct;
That make up
Our underground world.
We forget reality
And go by different names.
People recognize one another
By simple pieces of jewelry.
I am Star Burst.
I am a raver.
I am one of thousands.
Where is your reality?
The Wrong Cards Were PlayedOur marriage isn't going to happen
Quite the way we wanted.
Everything has to be put on hold
For a few years,
Because the wrong cards were played.
We have more time to plan things
In more detail,
And we have time to save up.
But I'll be without you
For a few Years
Because the wrong cards were played.
I know everything is left up to fate,
But we also have free will
And the power of choice.
Now I will have to Suffer
Here without you
For a few years
because of your choices
And the wrong cards were played.
So Much For Staying Friends...You had someone text me
Asking for me to not contact you anymore...
What is that about?
It's been over three months
Since I've talked to you...
I only called you once,
Sent you one text,
and one friend request online...
I miss you.
What is so hard to understand about that?
So much for staying friends...
Just because things didn't work out as we planned,
Doesn't mean we fade into a distant memory of one another...
Ignorance is BlissWhen someone says ignorance is bliss
It's a lie.
She doesn't see
The pain she is causing.
It all started
One quiet summer day
With bubble tea.
I started to fall for her.
Her pale skin,
Soft blonde hair,
Beautifully blue eyes,
That was eight months ago
Her ignorance is her bliss,
But it's also my pain.
Every call goes to voicemail.
Each text goes unanswered.
Where did I go wrong?
What did I do?
She doesn't see
The pain she is causing.
I long to look into her blue eyes,
Touch her pale skin,
Play with her blonde hair,
And see that perfect smile.
But she's forgotten about me
I love her
More than she sees
And as each day passes,
The pain only gets worse.
When someone says ignorance is bliss
It's a lie.
She doesn't see
The damage she has done,
The pain she has caused.
For My Grandfather:: A tributeMy grandfather was only 66,
On September 25, 2010
When he left this world.
I miss him,
More than I have shown.
I haven't cried,
Haven't let my emotions be seen.
I can barely keep
My head level.
Do I have the ability
To keep a lid tightly sealed?
Hearts seem to beat slower
During a funeral,
Or a memorial.
Tears fall faster than most realize.
We take the time to grieve,
Those who have left this earth.
Some leave without pain,
Others pass on without remembering
The day before,
Or that they told their son,
Directly for the first time,
"I love you, Scott."
My dad became a little misty-eyed
As he said,
"I love you, too, Dad "
Liver cancer made my grandpa give up
A severe infection
Put him in pain.
Mersa in his blood,
Made him lose
His last shred of hope
You will forever be remembered
In our hearts,
And in our spirits.
I love you, Papa
I miss you
In the corners of my eyes,
Threatening to fall...
I walk in the door
And know that
Even though there might be people home,
My bed will be empty,
And these threatening tears will fall,
Only to hit a cold pillow...
I love you...
My heart aches every time we're apart...
Please help me cease these tears...
I don't know exactly what to do...
It makes me feel helpless
To know that I can't function completely
I love you so much...
Help me understand
What I'm going through...
This is all new to me...
As these tears threaten to fall...
midnight aches and inside strangersevery night
I wake up to strangers
(No, it's not what you think.
These aren't one-
or tequila lungs
They're the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
of the fears
the dearest dreams
slithering my spine]
these are the cups
in my sorrows
in the riverbed
of a throat
from the vine garden
they found a way
They are the ones
in my blood
shuddering my bones
There's no fright.
folded like a contortionist
in my chest
while the moon
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
IciclesWarm, soft air,
Breath as a ghost on the breeze
condensing into a fine mist,
Dancing bitter pirouettes
and whispering silken omens,
as petals in the snow.
Cold, hard earth,
Crunching miniature cities
with a single, gentle footfall,
Loping, silent, singing
liquid silver racing,
Urgent, fateful missions
as glacial rivers flow.
Delicate, crystal bells,
Delightful, intricate daggers
deceiving battered flesh,
Garnished, bruised, marked
fantastic rainbow shades,
Radiating fractures leak
as veins of shattered pearl.
Harsh, rasping nails,
Driving blizzards shrieking
blue, murderous claws,
Acute fangs clenching
against blasphemous vows,
Fall to the depths
of ostracised perdition.
Trying to HuntThere was a tear sometime into winter
It was deep onyx and browbeaten
Bleeding murk that grayed the snow,
In an unknown portion of the cedars;
Cold filled the sandwich up with slime.
“Time” said Rex, “the seer of all things
has found you out.” (Trudging went the boots)
Winter looked soft but wetly it chaffed, it made
One’s feet miserable; the gun kept slipping
And the jacket decided to forgo its warmth.
There was no grand effulgence amongst the Ether,
There was no “I” in the clouds; what was one hunting?
Geese they flew in an echelon that burned in white
Every year feeling it out, knowing better; ‘they must feel
Love? They bond for life;’ no “I” was in the cloud.
Horrible is a truth that one can find, reflected in
A swath of nature, there is no help in the hollows
Or the brooks, no solace when blood is in one’s ears
Consciousness buzzed along, and breath labored;
One listened to the heartbeat atop the clinkin
What if the sky had feelings
And it's clouds were its face
If it rained, it was sad
It it was clear, she was glad
If it was dark and stormy, she was mad
But I wait everyday
For it to one day just snow
Eventually it would snow on a grey sky
The sky was exceptionally sad today
It was winter and no one liked the cold
She felt lonely and empty
And kept her clouds just as grey almost everyday
Because no one seemed to care anymore like they used too
One day she thought maybe it was time to wake up
Maybe bring in something beautiful she recently created
It started snowing, scared that no one would think it was beautiful
It was just a light snowfall
She was wrong, the light ice crystals that fell from the sky pleased many
Finally, she felt welcomed by the fellow people
And her heart had felt warm and less alone
She smiled in the winter
Because she felt accepted
(In general I enjoy winter, yes it's quite lonely and well that's me xD but I think it's a beautiful season, don't judge it by
SeasonsH-hi my name is Spring..
people like call me Shy a lot..
im the most calm of all 4..
normally I hate to talk but,
ill bring in a little chat..
sometimes if im not making my drizzle entrance,
ill put up a kite in the breezy sky..
its very peaceful during my time,
maybe even putting some freshly new flowers
while wearing my green wispy dress.
even though me and autumn don't have a lot of time,
ill make sure nature will show who i really am by then..
Hello! The name's Summer!
people love to call me outgoing!
I'm the pretty radical season here guys.
haha yo im not afraid of others,
so I ain't worried of chatting with folks!
ill bring in my sizzling heat entrance (whoops!)
with a friendly atmosphere during my period!
eh ill just put on my Muse hat + sunglasses
along with my epic shirt n' pants
luckily me and winter last for a while
so hopefully the heat and fun will help shows me off!..
*Sigh* oh sorry, im Autumn
the complaining folks calle
winterIt is 21 degrees Fahrenheit outside
and the air shudders in its icy grip:
pine needles frosted in fairy dust
and breath lost in the elegance of silver spiderwebs.
Ice, white and black, coats sidewalks,
sliding dogs' paws out from under their owners
and disappointing children in its solidity;
ponds drip like spoiled milk onto the pelts
of voles burrowed in their homes for the winter.
Harrowed birds flutter and squabble
over the remainder of seeds lost
under a bench by the rats' nest.
They wheel and peck above summer-flung stones
hurled on a day when a different kind of pond froze.
Night PersonifiedI am the night
Can you see me?
If you can at all.
Sometimes I can be completely dark,
The moon lights your path.
She sits in my sky
Watching over all
As I blanket the world in darkness.
No one realizes that I blanket them.
They take me for granted.
Yet I'm here
As I have been since the dawn of time.
I am the dark that falls before you fall into slumber
I hold the stars for you to watch
In wonder and in awe.
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