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Save me.I feel alone,
I feel tired,
I feel dead,
As my soul grows cold,
As I am now broken and in disrepair,
I seek salvation,
Yet salvation cares not for me,
For I am not worthy for it,
So please anyone,
Hear me out,
As I am on my hands and knees,
Begging for anyone to hear me,
Someone I can trust,
Someone I can love,
Someone To pull me out of this darkness,
So please someone,
Come and save me,
Mask Of PainDo i look fine,
Do i look good,
I say I am fine,
I say I am good,
When I am Crying inside,
So much it hurt's,
The broken glass,
Which is my heart,
Will I ever put it back together again,
I do not want to move,
Bloodied as I am,
I care not,
If I move or not,
Stained with lies,
Lies full of tears of blood,
Lies full of hate,
Lies I told myself,
I feel sick from it,
I feel tired from the pain,
I cannot sleep,
The darkness rise's inside me,
I feel no Emotion,
I feel only sorry,
As I am now hollow,
I feel so numb,
This cold broken heart that lays scattered,
Has grown so numb i cannot feel it,
As I gather up the pieces,
Locking my self away,
Deep within my soul,
This black horrid soul of mine,
That I hide behind this mask,
A mask I shall keep on at all times,
To hide the scars I try to hide,
And the pain of being alone,
To be a banned here within the darkness of my soul,
I claw at this mask,
For now it burns so,
I claw for a answer,
With these stand hands,
Hands stand with my anguish,
WarmthYour touch warms my soul
Your voice warms my heart
Your body keeps me hot
From the battering of the cold
I feel so warm when you hold me in your arms
Do you feel warm?
When I hold you in my arms
Does your soul heat up from my touch?
Does your heart beat fast when you hear my voice?
Does my body keep you warm?
From the battering of the cold
For it may be cold
But we are so very warm
As we lay in the snow
Looking up into the dark sky
Watching the stars shine bright
Wondering how hot it will get tonight
Balance Of Life And Death.On this street I ran and played
On this street I fell and died
On this street it will rain
As my corpse Wasted away
I have always thought of death
As a evil thing
I always thought of death
As the end of life
But I was wrong
When I could see
Flowers Sprouting All over me.
Even through death
Life will find a way
For we will die one day
And a new life will rise
From our decay
For There cannot be death
If there is no life
For they balance this world
Full of wonder and strife
You Have LeftYou have left me
Here all alone
You have forsaken my soul
I am nothing
I am alone
You have left me
Here in the pouring storm
Where have you gone
Why did you leave
Why did you have to go
For now I am all alone
Angry at you
And sad for myself
Holding dearly onto this flower
You gave me long ago
A flower that is fading
From my cold wet hands
As I fad along with it
Into the waters depths
Where I shall stay
Till one day
I can grow wings
And fly far away
Become like a bird
And be freed from all the pain
Touch.When I hold you tightly in my arms,
It warm's your soul,
When I hold your hands,
I feel all Warm inside,
When I am with you,
I feel as if i was touched by a angel,
As you touch my face with your hands,
I feel a nice cool shiver run down my spine,
When I touch your lips with mine,
I feel like melting,
When you hug me gently,
I feel like nothing bad can happen to me,
even when the world around us fall's,
I know you will always be there for me,
No SolaceMy Solace is no more,
My heart is broken and shattered,
My soul cannot feel no more,
As I lay here on the floor,
Blood flowing from my wounds,
So deep and so Neatly cut,
As my solace Ripped me apart,
Shattering my hope's and dream's,
So now my solace has crushed me so,
For now I feel nothing anymore,
So I shall lay here numb and in pain,
For i shall never be put together again,
For i have no Solace left in this world.
The World In Your MindThe fan spins
The light flicker
The room is full of dust
Can you see it
Can you feel it
Can you hear it
The calmness of this world
Within this room
This room you made
This room you live
This room that is but a illusion
Within this world
That your have made
In your own mind
For you are scared
Of what can happen
Out side of your own world
But one day
Your world will vanish
And the real world will appear
Can you make it
In this new world
A world that is shared?
Or will you falter and hide again
Till your world is ripped apart once again
For only you can decide what you will do
Within your world of make believe
And the world of reality
The LightThe light shines over us all
Protecting us from the dark
We protect and serve the light
So it may be safe from the dark
We preserve all we can
In case the dark prevails
So we pray to the light
To keep us safe
And the light will pray with us
For we shall not fall to darkness
Or else the light will fade away
And the evil of our world will consume us all
Till we are nothing more
But shadows in darkness folds
And we will exists no more
This poem is for all the wonderful women, ladies, girls
And I think women actually may rule the world,
But humans of the female persuasion are more than pearls
They’re diamonds; critical to man and his kind, but if men do rule the Earth,
It’s probably a woman’s universe
And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
The world is yours and you can do anything your heart desires
And to the stereotypes and prejudice, you ladies should throw to fire
You’re more than just a pretty face, an object of desire, or housewife
You’re not meant to just play with barbies or like pink, being into sports is more than fine
You’re far more than the exterior; you are the inside
You’re the soul and mind, the most important part of a human being
You’re more than a damsel in distress, you can be Katniss Everdeen
You can be the focus of the music that everyone sings
You can be the face of an entire nation, if you wanna be
If you apply
DenialI don't like you.
I don't want you.
I won't fall in love with you.
I won't think about you constantly.
I won't notice the way your eyes shine when you look at me.
I won't feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you smile.
I don't want to hear sweet words of endearment fall from your lips.
I won't think about how kissable they are.
I don't want to run my fingers through your hair, or hold your hand, or lean on your shoulder.
I won't think about how well we fit together dancing, or making love.
I won't plan a future with you.
I won't dream about our wedding, or what our children would look like.
So put away your charm and your heart-felt declarations.
You're wasting your time.
I am not in love with you.
No. I am not in love.
No. I am not.
Yes. I am.
PleasePeople ask if I'm okay.
Let me put on my mask,
and say yes.
But I'm lying.
I'm not okay.
I'll never be okay.
So many thing are happening,
and I can't keep them straight.
I may space out,
but it's cause I'm thinking.
Stop asking if something is wrong.
Please just stop.
Nothing is wrong.
I'm perfectly fine.
Home isn't any different.
Are you happy?
Put on my mask and lie.
Of course I'm happy.
Listen to my mind scream.
No! No! I'm not!
Just tell someone!
Please tell someone!
I go to my room,
and listen to music.
Please please I'm begging!
Just tell them!
Walk around to the closet.
Open to find that piece of clay.
No! Please! Stop!
Over and over again.
Until the skin turns red and marks form.
Please. Please. Just please tell someone.
Stop lying to them and yourself.
Please. I know it's hard.
I place the clay back where it was.
Shut the door and hit my head against it.
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.
But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.
That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.
But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.
No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.
So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.
Peonies + PoetryNiki sat under the cherry tree in her cottage garden on a large teak rocking chair. She was absorbed into another world by the tatty pages of poetry she rifled through. They were well worn and finger-smudged, but she had refused to let her husband replace them because they were, as she put it, well loved.
She absent-mindedly reached for her glass of wine, lifting it but letting her hand freeze mid air as her mind was swept away in another laden sentence. Eventually the gentle weight of the glass reminded her, a jovial chiding that it had been forgotten. She lifted it to her nose and inhaled slowly out of habit, but the air was thick with the heavy scent of roses and the faint trace of the poppy-red petunias that she had planted in Spring.
She was in her own little world and the glass only touched her lips briefly when she finished a poem before she realised she needed both hands to turn the page and the glass was abandoned again.
The sound of the paper crinkling was almost invisible, b
Coffee ShopCoffee Shop
Inhale that bitter scent
Let that foamy goodness rest above your lip
Let the quiet hums fill your ears and listen
That tap tap tapping
Thats an author telling their story
There is not a more beautiful sound in this world
nothing more important
than carefully chosen words
that help you
experience things that don’t exist in this world
just a simple little noise
makes you a better person
through someone elses mistakes
lift the warm mug to your lips
take another sip to awaken your senses
listen to that
and let it inspire you
to do the same
Undying LoveShe screams, pain holding her, hands holding her hair and pulling tight, each strand reins to her conscious will. The drugs running through her system become a geas, an imposition stemming from the necessity in her soul.
The tetter barked and shouted it's way down her arms, her misery congealing in her wrists and at her throat, forming a lump that pressed down weightily on her trachea until clawing a breath in was more effort than she had energy for. She choked on a sob and the angular bite of the sound released some of the tension. She fell.
The beige, tiled floor rose to greet her decrepit, falling form. Undone, as if a string on her soul was pulled, undoing the knot that was -that could've been- her life.
On the ground, she weeps as quiet as her ragged breath – or lack of breathing – and she turns, turns on her swollen elbows, and kicks with her swollen knees, trying to stand. Her head hits the bathtub side, and she sees stars, and darkness, cloud her vision. Her dizzy t
BREAKING NEWS// BREAKING NEWS: Lucy outside Greenstown Court House now where a young man has been convicted of murder //
Newsdesk Reporter (Michelle): Lucy is outside Greenstown court house now to give us more on the story, Lucy, tell us more about what has happened there today?
Lucy: Yes Michelle, it's a very upsetting scene, the defendant Vincent Howard has been convicted and sentenced to 4 years at a maximum security prison for the murder of Jasper Othello - really everyone here is shocked, people were crying in the courtroom and hugging each other. No one knows what to do. It's very upsetting. Howard broke down in tears, he was obviously shocked too, it's pandemonium.
Michelle: I mean, yes, it's the same here in the studio, what do you think happened?
Lucy: I'm sorry?
Michelle: With the judge. We saw the defense put up a good case last week and this outcome was not expected at all.
Lucy: Right, yes, last week Howard's defence lawyer Maxwell Bates put fo
BathAn untidy circle of golden peaks
with shimmering gems tumbling down
that thrum through with shafts of sun.
How welcomed I feel when I see
the emerald shrug draped about
your fine matriarchal shoulders
reaching out to draw me close.
The sapphiric glint in your eye,
you invite me in and give me shelter.
All through your house you're present
every corner shines antique brass
and the small blemishes I see
only endear you to me further.
Settled on your asparagus bedding,
with the sweep of ruralesque tones
down the front of your stately dress,
Austen's own, I desire you.
I want to steal you.
Pluck you from your landlocked throne
and throw you hard into the minds
of a new generation of romantics
who will bend at the knee and call you
"her Majestic city"
I will thief you in the night
when no one is looking for me -
mark my words as I mark your streets
with my impatient footprints settling;
and soon you will be my very own, Bath.
Do not hurt herDo not hurt her,
Do not make her cry,
Do not leave her alone in the dark,
Keep her happy,
Be there for her,
If she is ever harmed,
Know I will be there,
Know I will end you,
Know your life is in my hands,
Know I will take your soul,
And pull you into the darkness,
Where you will be torn till you are no more,
Know I am always around,
And I am not the one to run,
I am not the one who will hurt,
I will be the one to end it all,
When you see me coming for you,
Know you will be no more,
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