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RegretThe story of my life should have been
written brightly across stars
blazing in the heavens
Instead it sits unread in a drawer
faded ink on rice-paper parchment
grown brittle and yellowed
Without YouLost in a crowd,
Living under a cloud.
Screaming out loud,
You know I'm not proud.
Feeling so blue,
And just where are you?
Don't know what to do,
Guess I'll struggle through.
When you said good-bye,
Hoped it was a lie.
You said "don't cry",
And I said "why"?
It seems so unreal.
Such anger I feel.
Your fate you did seal,
When you made that deal.
Alone in our bed,
These thoughts in my head.
Last words that you said,
"I'm better off dead".
A Declaration of IndependenceA revolution is stirring
within my soul.
But it is not with
bitterness or resentment
that I shed these chains
around my heart.
No, it is with pride
that I take my first steps
in this new life.
I no longer need your
The rules of your love
have become intolerable.
I have grown beyond your
control and restrictions.
I am my own person,
my own world.
I will be recognized
Let Freedom Ring.
soulmateWho are you?
Why do you haunt me so?
My ever-present specter, you live in my dreams and possess my waking hours.
You are as familiar to me as my own shadow, as real as my heart-beat, yet as vague and intangible as a cloud crossing the moon.
Are you a memory from my long- lost past, or a vision of a life yet to be?
Are you someone I should know?
A soulmate, calling to me across time and distance, or just a fever-dream; a phantom born of life-long yearning?
I have known you forever, though we've yet to meet.
Even as you elude my grasp, you are more real and true than any being of flesh and blood could be.
And should our paths cross, how will I know you?
By the fire and wisdom in your eyes, and the way you will see me as no one else can.
By the curve of your mouth when you smile, and the sigh of heaven when you whisper my name.
By the warmth of your skin beneath my fingers, as though created for my touch alone.
And in the nearness of you, the scent of spices and oceans and ancient forests
Good EnoughI'm tired of failing
to meet your expectations.
So tired of falling short
of the bar you keep raising.
I'll never reach the top
of that pedestal.
But if you keep waiting
all you're gonna get is
So bring those expectations down
to a reasonable level.
If you learn to accept
"less than perfect",
you might even find
I WouldIf I could be a safe house I would
Collecting all your broken pieces
I would mend the rips and tears
Make you whole again
If I could save every soul I would
Understanding what you go through
I would hold you as you struggle
Make you feel loved
If I could be there with you now I would
Stopping you from making a final choice
I would tell you how important you are
Make you enjoy life
If I could
'Twas a bitter cold December eve, inside the fire was glowin'.
The house was full of pretty things, but who was there a'knowin'?
That the life she'd built was crumblin' fast, the man she'd wed was dyin'.
No, not from death, but emotionally, he'd wearied of her endless lyin'.
He'd learned about her love affair, with a man she'd met last year.
He tried to hide his pain and angst, alone he'd cry those silent tears.
But on this night he'd had enough, he'd been drinkin', lyin' in wait.
Midnight and she was still not home, his love for her, turnin' to hate.
Quietly she walks through the door, the weather bein' her latest excuse.
He screamed at her with curses, he was sick and tired of feeling used.
They carried on for hours, she denyin' that she'd been unfaithful.
He didn't believe a single word, he knew she was bein' untruthful.
She'd soon had enough of the fightin', a breath of fresh air she was needin'.
So she took the dog out for a walk, her treacherous heart now bleedin'.
aka The day mother finally snapped!
as told by older brother Melvin
"Rock a bye baby in the treetop
when the wind blows the cradle will rock
when the bough breaks the cradle will fall
and down will come baby cradle and all..."
The memories of that day (sigh), so hard! We were, for all intents and purposes, a normal family. Dad worked for the railroad and wasn't home much, but we all knew he loved us. I was the oldest of twelve children, well, eleven now. Mother seemed to pop one about every year, except for the year she had the nervous breakdown. That came after number five. As the years went by mom seemed to lose her grasp on reality. It wasn't dramatic at first, a pan thrown here, a knife thrown there. We all got good at ducking (which helped us kids excel in dodgeball, so it wasn't all bad). But I suspect she finally went over the edge after little Tina was born, formerly known as number twelve. It was a wintry Friday morning. Tina was six months old that da
Guide to a beautiful LifeThere are moments in life
when we miss someone so much
That we want to pull them out of our dreams
And hug them.
Dream about whatever you want.
Be whatever you want to be,
Because you have only one life
And in this one life,
There is only one chance to do what we want.
Give it enough happiness to make you sweet.
Make it hard enough to make you stronger.
Give it enough sadness to make you human.
But don’t forget the hope that makes you happy.
The happiest people
Do not have the best things.
They just know how to make the best
Out of their choices in life.
And happiness is for those who cry.
For those who are hurt.
For those who always seek and try.
And for those who know the meaning of the ones in their lives.
Life might short,
but the feelings left by us
Will last a lifetime.
So don’t play with your life,
Because on any beautiful day we die.
Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright
‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
A Walk Into An OceanShe's walking into a cold bitter sea
She can feel the icy water touch her on the knee
She continues to walk further and further
Then it starts to hurt her
Her vains freezing like ice
At first the coldness felt nice
But then it makes her vains turn darker blue
And thats when her uncaring thoughts grew
She's shivering and cannot stop
And soon she hears a pop
She falls deeper and deeper under the water
She starts to wonder if sombody saw her
Gasping for a breath and pleading for a rest
Sinking to the bottom and curled in a nest
With her eyes closed and unable to breathe
Then she sinks and goes deeper underneath
She's at her watery grave
It would of been better if she would of been saved
It's a walk into an ocean nobody will forget
Now she is laying in her underwater pit
UnforgettableFive years of us
learning each other,
loving each other,
before we took our vows
and began anew.
Twenty hours of travel
was well worth it.
The paradise we found
in that faraway land
took my breath away.
and a cabin in the rain forest
overlooking a black sand beach.
Our pale skin pinked under the Costa Rican Sun,
the burn soothed under a cloudless sky.
We watched glimmering stars,
brighter in the absence of city lights.
by foreign tongues and familiar arms.
An experience with no parallel.
Taking our commitment
and testing it
making it stronger.
I hiked on slippery rocks
to get to that special place,
to stand underneath that waterfall
To laugh with you,
to take in the wonder of the world
in your company.
To smile just because…
I married you.
Is There a Purpose in Life?
People coming, people going, people pass me by.
Faces run together in a blur, I wonder: Why?
Why am I a member of this thing called human race?
Just how did I arrive here, or am I out of place?
As the people pass me by their eyes avoid my own.
I feel as though I am someone who'll always be unknown.
A city guy, anonymous, without a friend or foe.
I wish someone would tell me, please, the way that I should go.
I sit here in my rented room and write of things sublime.
Ecstasies and fantasies and words that fairly rhyme.
In this world I'm somebody and for a little while,
I get to be the hero or perhaps a wayward child.
As I lay me down I like to think about my day.
I say a little prayer that perhaps I will someday,
understand my unique role and why I take up space.
Will I find my purpose or just die without a trace?
OctoberThe daylight seems to run away
and darkness catches you off-guard,
cold winds whisper through the trees
as fallen leaves scuttle across the yard.
Evening shadows take sinister form
in the dim Autumn gloaming,
as the undead rise from their graves
to begin their nightly roaming.
There's a Raven tapping at your window,
the Headless Horseman is at your door.
Cthulhu is hiding under your bed,
his tentacles stretched out across the floor.
Werewolves howl, mummies shuffle about,
ghosts moan and rattle their chains.
Vampires fly around biting necks,
and the zombies are searching for brains.
Unearthly creatures great and small
gather beneath a pumpkin moon,
listen closely, you'll hear them call
"Halloween is coming soon."
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