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Heartbeats.If I am not human then let this body be a vessel
to channel the left over love
And if my heart beat not for you
shall my carcass float along in the lonely seas of hell.
Because if I am not human and I am not alive for you
Then may my heart slow to a darker silence of inhumanity.
Tens of thousendsAmongst the broken hearts and misguided smiles you stood; as a human, composed and content. The light of 10000 stars pricked your pretty eyes, and for a moment in time my heart began to rebuild, my hands began to shake and I became alive once more.
The breeze of gentle realisation broke the spell of which id created for hope and longing and peace of mind. The pain itself would darken the world and tarnish the dawn and yet still I let my eyes flutter open to see the dream of which id lived not 10000 stars ago.
Beneath the hill of stolen sights, on which you rested feather light
The sparks of tormented souls gave up and exploded into the night
How much the spring can changeI sat alone on the broken bridge to daylight, swinging my legs like a impatient child in a supermarket full of edgy adults in grey suits. Re-making old films in my head were the heroine stays in town and the hero doesnt die in such a tragic fashion.
Beside me you sat, eyes closed deep in silent thought. Though I would never admit it at that second I believed in angles, god and a future for me. Seven months latter I dreamt of blood and horror and a city full of broken glass. How much the spring can change one person.
It was strange you know, I always thought this moment would be more painful than losing you. I imagined tears and knowing what to say.
Now I sit here all along alone in what I thought to be an afterthought of yesterday
Oh how much the spring can change one person with its sinful light of sunlight.
Gougou.We chased the sunlight to the end of Aristotles world
dragging behind us the darkness of night
with our arms raised high we dove into the abyss of the fire,
burning in the bliss of belonging
reunited at last in this shell of our own happiness
we completed the theorem on the alignment of stars and love
together we were a soul at very best
We waited until your god answered us,
I spent years trying to explain to you
why my cynical words never lead to anything more
than chemical equations and stale dusty books.
(to be honest i would give anything to have had your faith)
We spent years trying to unravel a fools paradise
Sitting on the wall between midnight and dawn
toying with the strings of fate and death.
daisy dust.Youd crush a flower beneath your fingers
Id call it daisy dust ;blow it into the wind
And id hope it fixed itself along the way
Seven months ago you slept, on a bed of freedom and answers
And you slept and you slept as the seasons flicked over channels
Its spring exactly seven months today and new life begins
I sit amongst the daffodils and press my fingers around the buds
Their yellow hearts explode beneath my palm, and I blow their remains to the wind
The next year I walk along the bank to see the new daffodils escape from beneath the soil, before I fall to me knees six yellow petals fly beyond my grasp.
All around the winds scream at my self control
I stand four steps away from you
Everything is so clear above everyone, I can almost hear your voice again
This fresh stab of pain burns my wrists as I re read your name
Your flowers fall to our feet, re-cycled to the earth.
SkinWe could pull off our skin
examine the similarities
We could throw away our masks
Forget our rage for today
You have escaped heavens air
But still you choke in midnight
We have spoken, argued
And all that remains is ash
I have cried, I have grieved
But the wound is still fresh
The irony of summer aches
It grabs me and it pulses
But it knows not what it has stolen
My pain is my heart
And I feel it throb through seconds
If I were cast into ageless sleep
I wouldnt ask god to see your face as I rest
I would pray when i woke it was all a dream
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
The Orange and The PigWhen Carrie met Alex
She was limping
And hurting more than her
Pulsing mind could understand.
And she saw him
And her immediate thought
Was to throw herself on him,
She could close her eyes and
Think of Momma when he hugged her.
And she vocalized all of this
Stretching out her blood stained arms
Towards his tall, suited form,
Which would of course become externally
When his mind caught her undeniable satellite signal.
When Alex met Carrie
And her distress
Spilled through the street
Like a tidal wave.
And she fell into his arms,
And the blood caused his stomach
To lurch out against his skin
And she said
'Please I'm dying'
In this Southern America type goloss.
And Alex was very confused,
But being the horrorshow young man
He was so painfully forced to be,
He knew he had to help.
And while he carried her
Through the streets going
Bog knows where,
His agitated mind reminded him of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
A bloody warrior's heartWith front-held pain
I wandered the world,
Alone I walked
My heart gone grey...
Then I met her
Our meet by chance,
Her strain was worse
Than mine ever was...
Since our encounter
I vowed her aid,
My heart for hers
We'd share the rain...
My heart now aches
It slowly bleeds,
A warrior I was born
But now accompanied too...
Not-so Idle ConversationYou are like the sky in so many ways.
Let's begin with the fact that you, as a person, you are so vast. I could spend years talking with you and still not know the workings of your mind.
For the most part, you live your life underappreciated. People take you for granted, thinking that you are too common-place for their notice, when really, you are just way over their heads.
Sometimes anger clouds your countenance and rage flashes behind your eyes, but never for selfish reasons, for you are always practical and thoughtful of those around you. I also see you on normal days, the times when nothing clouds my vision and I see the true blue of your personality. People don't know what they're missing.
Your words. You choose them ever so carefully, always gentle and unsure like rain on a windowpane or a breath of wind. How refreshing it is to listen to you!
When night calls, you don bold colors, alarming shades of pink or red like sunset, a facade. A mask that men call "beautiful."
I never loved you anyway.I am finding out things that only fools and you know
Like the way I remember your laugh at the most inappropriate times , just so when I smile again its like old times, or the way your eyes look to me when its been five hours of drawing flowers and still they look so much more beautiful than any dying plant.
I never planned any of this you know, not one prolonged metaphor of it.
So if it hurts to know I love you,
I promise to tell you I never loved you anyway.
<i I never loved you anyway. >
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