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WorldCan we steal this world for one night and make it our own?
Make ourselves selfish and banish them all.
Have the sun, stars and moon for our own pleasure
Right now out amongst our own happiness.
Can we break this punishable surface?
Break even promises and predictions of failure.
We can trip around illusions
Dance freely through the hedges covered in fairy lights.
We will make known our existence to nobody
We are young and helpless
Yet we feel like time is going too quickly.
Freeze the love and time
A part of our own stolen little world together.
When We Were YoungLet us not slumber for we are young.
We'll dance amongst the trees and run bare feet in the sand.
It's innocent minds and faces
Unwashed from the dirties of society.
Cuts on knees and hot summer afternoons
From when love was simple and hearts never hurt.
When we were naive
We weren't afraid of falling.
We'd colour in pictures of our dreams
And fly paper planes in honour of our freedom.
We'd let our imagination rule us and only come inside for tea
Because we had the time all the time in the world.
We were so small and so full of life
Offered our skin to cuts and bruises.
Cover ourselves in grass and cuddles
Travel in caves and fairy light caverns made of linen and smiles.
Laughter was our drug
We blew bubbles and never cared who saw us naked.
Things didn't matter
We were happy.
You Chose MeAt the moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are living in fear. Some are dying alone. Some are dancing in the moonlight. Some are crying. Some are screaming. Some are laughing. Some are just learning to walk. Some are just being born. Some are just happy. So many people in this world. So many lives. Out of over 6 billion people in existence right now. You. chose. me.
Of MeDo not ask anymore of me
I have given you all my emancipation
I am now empty.
The angels look upon the spot
They weep for the dead that move
The dead whose souls wander alone
Along the chasms
Of brittle bones and slimy jelly.
The corpses are awake and their black hearts beat
They are taken away
Limbo is no more
Except for me
I wander around
An empty shell
Nothing but your old carcass
Stripped of myself
For SaraI'd stop the rain from falling on you,
Even though, I don't even have an umbrella.
I'd carry the world for you,
Even when, I struggle to carry myself.
I'd stop a war for you,
Even though I'm shy and no one listens.
I'd climb the tallest mountain for you,
Even though, I can't manage a flight of stairs.
I'd sing the most beautiful song for you,
Even though, I can't carry a tune.
I'd make the stars shine brighter for you,
Even though, I can't even screw in a light bulb.
I'd swim the oceans for you,
Even though, I don't know how to swim.
I'd stay up forever to talk to you,
Even though, I can't even stay up for one night.
I'd show you the world,
Even though I have no money.
I'd give you all that I have,
Even though what I have would never be good enough.
I'd fight to save you
Even when I'm clumsy and so damn scared.
I'd shield you from the demons
Even though I'm struggling to deal with them myself.
I'd scream at the top of my lungs that I love you forever,
Even though I'm small and no one c
REGRETSRegrets come from altars and dried flowers from special days. They grow in cupboard of past homes and apartments. Regrets blow on the breeze of lost words, missing kisses and last breaths. Regrets are what guilt is left as a residue, a reminder of the past, a harsh penalty for not doing something, for doing something, for feeling wrong. The heart knows there is regret, the head knows there is regret but you can't fix regrets. You'll sit and wonder, sigh with sadness, knowing, feeling that you can't change what you did, change what you said, change for better or for worse. Regrets last a lifetime. All those memories you have, most of them will fester with regrets. One day you'll realise these regrets are just dragging you down, but, until then you'll lie in the shallow pool of regrets waiting for someone or something you help you out.
Cracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted DatesYou walk down the red carpet
Taking in the fame and the glory all around you
Of being a world famous actor that has it all
Life has never been better for you right now
So what would you do if we simply took it all away?
Shatter the crystal ball and smash up some dreams
Laugh at the pain filled stare that’s filled up with greed
You will never have another chance at the gold
It’s your fault to begin with
For you could have avoided the seed
Cracked mirrors and half-hearted dates to the prom
Bet you wish you weren’t that little girl crying in the shadows
Wishing that your parents would stop fighting
Hoping and begging that they would get along
How much longer before you wish this nightmare wasn’t yours?
Corrupted your ambitions and twisted it into an lust
Gold, sex and fame just seems like the same
But to most of the people in the world it’s just a fantasy away
For they just don’t have the drive and determination to reach the end
Maybe we should just tel
My Scars from LifeI feel the scars
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
The Strangled Sighs of a Closet DreamerThe strangled sighs of a closet dreamer
Are the loudest thing you can hear
When hope fills their heart
Only to be stomped back
By their own mind
Tears burn like infinite fire behind their eyes
Held back - just another minute!
Just until no one can see!
They hide in the recesses of their own mind
Burrowing deeper and deeper
Where they have friends
Where they have talent
Where they have happiness
But what should they do
When they're pulled out of blissful naivety?
They should stiffen their upper lip
Straighten their back
March into the world with head held high
Make their dreams come true!
But what do they do in reality?
And all you're left with
Are the strangled sighs of a closet dreamer.
Take A ChanceTry to push through the crowd
Going the wrong direction
Swimming upstream, you could say
Until it seemingly parts before your eyes
But you don't see what hits you
Fall to the ground
Mud getting on your clothes
Rain pouring down on already dripping hair
A strong hand pulls you up
Look up to say sorry and thanks
Instead, meet enchanting swirling blue-gray eyes
A bright warm smile
Seems to light up the storm
You exchange hello's and names
Wordlessly knowing that you want to stay together
Run to The Zipper and wait in line
Finally it's your turn
You've been on once before
But butterflies still occupy your belly
And your heart pounds
For more reasons than one
You climb in the ride's cage
He squeezes your hand
Turn to him and he grins
But with a screech the ride starts
Cages backflip and front flip along with your stomach
After no time at all the ride ends
You climb out
Hair certainly wild
His sticks out in all directions
A ball of brown unruly fuzz
Noose (Blue)I'd write another poem about you, but
would it be one without a leaning ear?
I had one hemmed behind my lips
calling you Apollo, more
moth-wing tremulous flattery,
merely more waves in your hair.
So here is a lament, then,
since I cannot make amends with the
grave door of the shut present;
to you, who were my bright
a hard shard that could cut
a burn into the air:
Once, promise shone like an open hand,
ready to lead, a lit corridor
worth breaching any threshold.
I waited, hovered
There you go,
paced pathetic words,
each a measure of rope
bound and twisted
from so many fine filaments
of hope, or pride
to loose, still forgivable
knots of foolishness.
I forgot to add
that I was all aflutter like some stock flame,
fanning no mesmerizing colour, just
as ordinary as time and dust,
who nudged you; and though we dipped
into each other briefly, we will never
share the same spark,
nor perch happily as one...
And I remember warning you,
when my lips flirted ag
Birch.New York blasted London blasted
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .
V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.
Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.
Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?
We are told one lie, but we believe it
We are told several truths, but we deny it
Why is that?
Why is it that we believe something so horrible,
But deny something so good?
Are we scared?
Are we concieded if we believe it?
Why is there opinion so important?
Are we not our own person?
Can we not make our own decisions?
Why does someone else have to tell us who we are?
Can we not accept the fact that we are unique?
That we don't have to fit in?
Or are we just wishing that they agreed?.....
Time For FreedomTake a deep breath
You're sighing in a wilderness
Shake the city off your back
You're in your favourite dress
IT's only a little while
So make it worth it
It's only a little while
Before you make it
Put some sun on
You're treading dirty waters
Take off those shades
You're talking to the grandfathers
I've got a smile on
You're talking through me
We're putting it all together
And it's time- Time to be free
So, Live some
It's only a little while
We'll make it worth it
It's only for a little while
But we're going to make it.
Suicidal CherubA full ecliptic path
since you took the pills
that could have ruined you
I would have noticed
I would have fucking cared.
Chopped away at flesh
Carved pure delicate lies
Into a noetic mind.
I’m not bright enough
To out shine you.
I thought you’d reach for a hand
You reached for the pills
Proceeded to take and take
Greed, of a dying angel.
Such beauty in a broken, curled smile.
Time has passed
You’re the content seraph.
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