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all of mei left you a gift, Master
it's right below your chin
nestled right there in that perfect spot
bright red, slightly bruised around the edges
it thrills me watching you wear them proud
as a sign you are mine
and i wear yours proudly
to show the world i am yours
i feel complete next to you
strong and i can breathe
your arms shield me from the world
no, i know i am not fragile but
you and i have seen how ugly the rest of the world can be
so you protect my innocence and devotion
you protect my love and my humanity
and i'll shield you in my arms too
amoreI pepper your spine with butterfly kisses
there's something beautiful
staring at the way your spine slightly curves
bowing ever so little bit
you are exposed
vulnerable to me
I know your secrets
and your deepest desires and dreams
the things you refuse to tell others
I know the harsh truths you utter
and understand more than any other
you hide yourself away except
I grip your body between my fingers
my pale flesh meets your darkened skin
I'll leave marks down your ribcage
over your scars and every tiny inch of your body
I'll take the pain you hold beneath your bones
crush it between my palms
I'll take the burdens you carry home every night
and I'll conquer any fears that rest in the shadows
lurking just for a moment to steal you away.
I leave butterfly kisses in my wake
marking you until the next sunset
you'll be mine and I'll be yours,
Slave'we're all slaves to what we love'
he whispers as his hand closes around my throat
lips trail down my neck
i want passion and love
between my hands
i want to hold you there until
you whisper you want more
i want to move the earth and skies
make you scream and make you bleed
push you past your limits
until you beg for me to let you go
come back to the safety of my arms
let you soar
let you go
i want to rip you wide open
stitch you up
hope is youhope is
the jar placed on the top shelf
"in case of emergency,
i never open even on rainy days
instead i drop loose change inside
listening to the clink clink clink
as they drop through the tiny hole
i'll save them away
to go to the wishing well one day
the sound of your laughter
running through my brain
snagging on the rusty cogs and
making them work again
Saying Goodbyesi already miss you
even though you're still here next to me
i know you're lost to the winds
seven miles down the road you shout
and my heart it goes out
tonight the stars dance over my head
but i don't see them
clouded and blinded for a time
let the dawn come
maybe i'll breathe then
touch my skin in my memories
i repeat every single memory
i want to break apart all these wars
i want to destroy all those happy times
i want to break f
In YouThere's something about going to my knees before you, with tears in my eyes. There's something about knowing you'll wipe away the tears that fall quickly and you'll embrace me, pull me close to you and fold me into your warmth. To feel your fingers gently brushing away those little droplets, in an attempt to wipe away all of my pain and those hidden wounds.
I want to blubber away the pain I have folded up inside, hidden deep under my heart and I want to scream it all out. Instead, you press your lips softly against mine, stroke my hair and whisper, "It will all be ok, Kitten."
You have no idea, in those words, I see my entire life sharpen and focus. Murky becomes clear and you destroyed the darkness in which his words have left a stain on my heart and soul. You cleanse me, lay me wide open and when I beg for you to let me keep darkness inside of me, you tell me no softly and say that I am too beautiful to taint.
So, I silently beg you, to wrap your hands around my throat. Invade every
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
Letters to the UnbornMy letters will never be received by you;
you will never be able to hold my hand within yours
nor feel the wind upon your cheeks
touch the reddest roses or
lie snuggled in my arms
you will never know my kisses-
placed upon chubby cheeks
I lost those moments when I let
someone tell me what to do with my body
whisper lies into my weakened ears
in the dead of night I swear that
I'll love him like I would have loved you
[I know he will never replace you]
because in my soul I feel it screaming
as if I have the blood of you on my hands
[but honestly, I do]
you are my darling angel
sent to heaven too early
for my mistake.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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