|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
She had never thought of herself as brokenShe had never thought of herself as broken,
as missing, as unfinished, as incomplete.
She used to think she was complete, accomplished;
her flaws hidden, her heart healed and soul varnished.
Her Creator had made her independent -
she did not need her "other half" to be whole.
When he left, a cold hand wrapped around her heart;
she ached, trapped under the weight of missing him.
She craved his presence, his arms around her waist,
his hands in her hair, his eyes locked on to hers.
She realized she'd simply been fooling herself -
He was her "other half", a 'yin' to her 'yang'.
She had never thought of herself as broken,
until feeling broken was all she had left.
TiredI'm tired. Just tired.
Tired of always crying myself to sleep
Sick of missing you so much each week.
Exhausted from pretending that I'm okay
Miserable from ignoring you every day.
I don't want to fight with you, no more,
This sorrow exhausts me to my core.
I'm sick of the tears, sick of the pain
I just want to feel normal again.
Pretending we're fine isn't working
I can't hide the fact that I'm hurting.
Please, stop fighting, pick up your phone
You know it's nobody's fault but your own.
Face of a Killer, KonyI can't believe it's been happening in a country
On the same continent as me;
How had I been living, so oblivious
To Kony's horrific child soldier army.
I'm appalled, to be honest - shocked to my core
For 30 years the world has been blind.
Harsh, lifeless, soul-less black eyes
The unsmiling face staring back at me.
A scraggly beard, a frown on his face
This is the face of a killer, Kony.
Where did he leave to from Uganda, who knows
He is the one person we have to find.
Enslaving young girls at the youngest age possible,
Ordered to fulfil strange, older men's passion;
Living in a crowded place, little food and water
Kony finds these girls and kidnaps them.
Parents killed, kidnapped from their homes...
This horror story blows my mind!
How can he be so cold-hearted, so cruel
To make a little boy play "Soldier" for real:
Forced him to shoot his parents by this man...
I can't imagine how awful that must feel!
A boy of five, solemn face, AK47 in hand
His kidnapper is anything but kind.
Heartbreak MasqueradeI can't remember what it feels like to be happy...
My smile no longer shrouded in sincerity.
It is like a heartbreak masquerade, fooling everyone;
Exhausted, I remove my mask when the day is done.
I'm a professional at what I do: I hide what I feel -
When I get hurt, I pretend like it is no big deal.
In reality, it's killing me; feel my heart breaking
The sad part? My friends don't know that I'm faking.
I can't remember the sound of my laughter any more;
Feels odd when I smile, like I've never done it before.
My heart soaring with joy - well, that feeling is gone
Dreaming about another guy that isn't you feels wrong.
It is like I am cursed, you never leave my mind
However, you - you didn't pause, just left me behind.
It feels wrong to see you and still feel butterflies
My heart still racing when I look into your eyes.
My head keeps spinning when you're in the vicinity
Even after all the feelings left, I can't feel happy.
I smile, not sincerely, but just to show you I'm fine,
I Take It SlowThis feeling of life passing me is back
Makes me feel like I'm on the wrong track.
Everyone has a life they are living
Makes me think: is it worth all the giving?
Am I the one who has to fade away?
Giving myself is a price I must pay.
Destined to be a living sacrifice
Wandering between the naughty and the nice.
No big moment stands out from the past year
Neither moments of joy, anger or fear.
Rather the moments that I think are sweet
Feeling the sea sand covering my feet.
Others rush their lives, but I take it slow
Making memories, leaving a warm glow.
I don't follow the footsteps of a fail
Instead I make my own and leave a trail.
Those grey skies don't mirror what I'm feeling
My face is blank but my heart is smiling.
The Garden GateA man follows a pathway leading into the woods,
Winding like a snake through the tall trees.
The sun trickling through the leaves like rain,
A bubbling brook, singing larks, buzzing bees.
The path ends with an intimidating iron gate
And a high stone wall to keep intruders out.
"What could be held within these great walls?
Some treasure, perhaps?" he wonders aloud.
Indeed, a secret is contained within the walls:
A glorious paradise prepared for only one man.
Enchanting trees, fragrant roses, endless lawns -
A beauty that no one could ever understand.
However, the key to the garden remains hidden,
It belongs to the Supreme Master temporarily.
No man is allowed over the walls or inside -
Any intrusion will destroy the serenity.
Unlock the garden early and all the beauty fades;
Unlock it for the wrong man and everything dies.
The garden is kept secret until the time is right
Disobeying these rules leads to the garden's demise.
So honour the Supreme Master and keep the gate closed,
AngelOpened my locker, saw a note entitled 'To C~'
With my curiosity burning, I proceeded to read...
I know while you're reading this
You must be quite mad at me.
You might want to tear this up
All I ask is hear me out, please.
I know you need an explanation
I have some things to say.
I'm a mess, filled with guilt
But I'm writing to you anyway.
If only you could see me now
See the pain clouding my eyes.
Angel, now that you're not here
The summer sun no longer shines.
Every where I look I see your face
You haunt my dreams every night.
To see you smiling without me
Is such a heart-breaking sight.
I know what I did to you was wrong
Letting you go was a dumb mistake...
If I could turn back the time
It would be a mistake I wouldn't make.
I know that I hurt you, hurt you bad
And Angel, I am sincerely sorry.
If you could find it in your heart
Could you ever forgive me?
Do you know how hard it was
Watching my dream girl walk away.
"You were the one who told me to go"
I know this is what you
My Unprotected ThoughtsLike soda, bubbling from a can
Or water, gushing through a hole in the dam.
Nothing could stop this - no floodgate, no wall
Nothing can influence where my thoughts may fall.
I become quiet - no noise, just relaxed
I thought about my day, the victories and attacks.
Annoyances, jokes, complaints, homework too
Everything about this day I'd been through.
Pour out my emotions in rhythm and in rhyme
Jot down thoughts in this poem book of mine.
Unprotected, uncensored, my thoughts lie here
In a mess - disaster - puzzle pieces everywhere.
Like a silent assassin, like a ninja submarine
You creep into my thoughts without being seen.
Seat yourself down in the centre, you smile -
It's unexpected - I hadn't thought of you in a while.
But why now, why today, why here?
You treat me like a stranger whenever I am near...
Why crawl into my thoughts on a day like today?
Did you think I still hang off of every word you say?
I called my mental "security", they dragged you out back
Whenever you re-enter, by
She felt as if he had stolen her wordsShe felt as if he had stolen her words -
stolen them right from her poetic core.
For months she had been unable to write,
since she couldn't find a rhyme any more.
The "big reveal" had left her feeling raw
as she got lost in a labyrinth of memories.
His nonchalance, his inability to repent -
she was broken by this behaviour of his.
He acted like she was irrelevant, so small -
too small to deserve a heartfelt apology.
Anger, disappointment, sadness and pain
all prevented her from creating new poetry.
The proverbial shit had hit the fan,
destroying every obstacle in its way.
Her words were gone, he kidnapped them all;
she couldn't get them back, try as she may.
Her father had her words, words she needed,
but he did not seek to obtain her forgiveness.
She gave him another chance, he squandered it,
her words smothered by this emotional mess.
The words she needed to express her pain were gone:
The words she needed to explain why he was wrong.
Spiralling To InsanityI'm sorry if what I say,
Might cause you to feel down.
It's just that I'm having a depressing day,
And all I can think of is the photos of the past,
Knowing that I cannot makes the memories last.
I'm sorry if I'm looking morose,
While you sit there analysing my face.
It's just that I'm having a nightmare tonight,
Revelling in all the paintings of the present,
Forever falling into another dismal descent.
I'm sorry if I cause you pain,
Inside your heart that loves me so.
It's just that I'm having a torturous time,
Being plagued by the sketches of my sanity,
Even though I'll induce the effects of insanity.
Who She IsShe is the strong silent type
The one who always puts up a fight-
To stand her ground, to speak her mind
There's only one like her you'll find.
She seems reserved and lost,
The penalty of a too high cost.
Living in her own little world,
The pages of her life slightly curled.
The words on her lips die away,
No one listens until it's far too late.
Her mind had a false start-
So now she's gone and hidden her heart.
Her tears make her stronger than most
Eyes following a far away ghost.
And while she always stands alone,
She lives a life no one has known.
I pity the man who will raise his hand
When one day he sees her strongly stand.
One day she will learn to live-
Once she discovers who she is.
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Just To Be PerfectFat.
All mean the same damn thing.
Never strong enough.
Never pretty enough.
A lie they tell.
To make girls go crazy.
To be perfect.
Yet we all want it.
Yet we all cry for it.
Yet some die for it.
Just to be Perfect.
MasksWith big smiles she greeted her friends,
Drowning in the crowd of people.
How many claimed to be her loved ones?
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.
They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,
and she replied with hugs and kisses,
Pretending not to see the cracks in their masks
Or the lies in their voices.
She knew they were hiding something,
She heard the whispers behind her back,
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
And sensed their hatred long ago.
And every day she felt another part
Of her soul breaking away.
At night she tried to fix it,
Trying to reattach the broken pieces,
But as the time went by she realized
That the harder she tried, the faster she broke.
And so she continued what she had once started,
Acting cheerful, while breaking apart,
slowly creating her own mask
To hide her true self.
Until one day she met you,
The girl who refused to wear a disguise,
A big grin in your face,
And true kindness in your words.
Your left hand you had outstretched,
In your right you
LostHere on the dark, deserted road of life
I find that I have lost my way
With no light or direction to guide me
I begin to get a feeling of dismay
The road ahead is uncertain
Yet I dare not think of turning back
To have come this far and give up now
It would all have been for smack
A new dilemma now faces me
For I am uncertain on what to do
I don't want to give up
Nor do I have the courage to continue
You Are Now GonePerhaps you were my oxygen
As without you I cannot breathe
Stars reminded me of your eyes
My love, why did you have to leave?
So out of the blue you left me
In to black my fragile heart broke
A thousand lost words were exchanged
Yet not one single word was spoke
I'm focusing on my time piece
I've given you peace for some time
Though love is clearly black and white
Friendship is harder to define
It's the shades of grey that haunt me
Those seeds of love we didn't sow
The memories we never made
Our bloom that has refused to grow
The pressure I feel without you
This volcano shall soon erupt
But I will implode silently
This was no ordinary love
You were my best friend; a tonic
An antidote to all that was wrong
You said you would never leave me
Your silence says you are now gone
April 24I've got hooks in my back
And screws in my spine
With rods up and down
Just to keep myself aligned
The scar on my back
Goes on for miles
It won't disappear
It's the proof of my trials
No matter how far I run
Or where I try to hide
Therein lies a truth
That I could never deny
Is the perpetual date
And I cannot escape
This indefinite fate
Feeling tiredFeeling tired
And feeling sad
I am having the most fun I've ever had
I have no energy left
No reason to cry
Nothing to look forward to
Not even to die
I've lost interest in everything, in life
In love, in having a wife
I don't care anymore
I've got nothing to lose
So, I'll just lay down on my bed
And listen to blues
That's how I feel, even though I smile a lot
But what people don't know is, Inside i am not
I might laugh and joke around
But In fact, I am too lose to be found
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More