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Our Hearts Tied.Close your eyes
Take my hand
And enter a magical wonderland.
Time is fast, life is tough
Like bitter water waves as thick and rough.
People are cruel, demons are shrewd
All you see are cynical feuds.
But let's close our eyes, clasp hands and pray
To love and live for another day.
Like a flower in a meadow, like a shell on sand
Our hearts tied, brings beauty to this land.
With your tears and sighs, you ask me why..
Well I love you for a reason, didn't I?
Cruxifiction of The AngelHer heart washed pure of sins. Walked the lonely paths of purgatory. Felt neglected as if no one bothered to give her a smile. She came across a demon. He gave his love to her and took her in. Not knowing it was a trap she gave him her heart and came to life. Condemned for what she believed in. Sentenced to be charred for her merciful actions, her spirit now belongs to the cross. A soul who loved everyone and now she hears the death toll ring. Bewitched by the devil and possesed by evil, overwhelmed her. Forced against her will to do not what she have wished. "Forgive me Lord" was her final words as her body was nailed to the cross as a victory for Satan.
Perfectly Imperfect.They have imperfections. Flaws too easily seen. Bruises run up their arms. Cuts stream down their faces. Their hearts are pure as artic water and blossom like gorgeous newborn flowers. They never thought love was possible and believed that only good things happen to perfect people. But perfect people never cry, never drink, never hurt, and never exist. And if you see with your heart, and listen with your eyes, you can see a lot more beauty than ever imagined before. How would've you ever found out they had hearts if you never had one yourself?
EntwineI sit at the edge of a cliff. My feet dangle off.
I'll close my eyes, listen to my soul breathe
And my heart pump
And drift away with the wind.
I'll feel the clouds devour my being
And listen to the air swirl in my lungs and errupts out of my throat.
I'll be safe, as long as the wind carries me and the sky watches over me
As long as the moon lights my way and the stars do not lie.
I'll land in a vast ocean of dreams
And of my wishes.
I'd wish for love, for family, for something with beauty within.
And if I open my eyes now,
What will I see?
HumanA dried up leaf.
Me: Someone that couldn't hang onto life anymore.
Me: Someone who found their place in this world.
A rotting bud on a tree
Me: Someone is letting go and it's time.
A little girl catching a flying rose petal.
Me: Someone who found their heart.
A little boy holding hands with another boy.
Me: Something beautiful and magical that can never be judged.
A bird leaving its nest.
Me: Someone brave enough to find their path.
A runaway child.
Me: A bond was torn.
Me: A human.
WingsI saw someone who wasn't confident enough. Who couldn't stand up for what they believed in. You couldn't stand on your two feet, and when you did you fell. It was cute to watch, but I always tried to stand you upright. You were always bashful and couldn't fly. But I became your wings and was determined to give you a boost. I held you close, for the time we had together was limited. When it was time, you became your own wings, bid a farewell to your home, and took off. The wind became your heart, your soul spreaded away amongst the clouds.
It took a while for you to learn to run and be free, and when you did, you were long gone.
So fly away my dear and never come back. I miss you very much, but there comes a time when you have to sacrifice and let go. And if you don't come around, you were never mine to begin with.
A Pretty Little ThingShe puts herself above others. Twists the hearts of those around. Corrupts the mind and brings it to total, bottomless darkness. And creates chaos so skillfully, it's as if every drop of blood is a work of art. She kills without mercy and dances the night away with a knife in her hand. She weaves impurity into the veins of the poor and reap the souls of children.
She never realized her actions, until one day the town folks prepare for a burn at stake.
Some say she practices witchcraft, some say she was born evil. Some say she was the daughter of Satan.
I watch as her body diminishes into ashes and her spirit burns away with the flames. It leaves behind a crimson aura, so tranquil and enchanting.
Oh my. What a shame. I thought she was a pretty little thing.
The Boy and The BlindfoldI'm sitting on the sidewalk of the street with a friend.
We both saw a child crossing the street.
A car was coming fast, honking its horn at the boy.
He only stood there
And shut his eyes.
I ran out to the streets, pushed the boy out of the way, and grabbed his shoulders.
I shook him and yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU, MAD?! COULD YOU NOT SEE NOR HEAR THE CAR COMING?!"
"I can hear the car coming. But not see."
I stared in his eyes, bewildered. But realized,
This boy was blind.
"BUT YOU DIDN'T RUN WHEN YOU HEARD THE CAR?"
"You don't understand life, don't you?" He shook off my grip and walked away. I was confused yet furious.
I have just saved his life yet he says I don't understand it. I come over to my friend. "Did you see that? I JUST SAVED HIS LIFE AND THAT'S ALL HE SAYS TO ME!"
"Maybe he did it for a purpose. There's a purpose behind every action."
"Pft. I don't see a purpose for standing in the street and waiting to be torn by a car."
"Hey, can you turn around for me please?"
The BridgePlease don't leave me. Don't leave me all alone.
I see why I disgrace you and make you sick.
I use to be someone. Beautiful and bright.
Soared through the heavens like a butterfly made of sunshine.
But now I'm your past
But still yours.
You shoved me away as if I were rotten
Took me for granted stabbed me with empty words
There's nothing in your lies
Or your blood gruesome eyes.
Without a home to inhabit,
I find myself wondering these lonesome streets
My footsteps of my past echoing off of walls.
But I stop by a bridge and sleep under it for one night.
Little did I know, monsters live here too.
And shockingly, their stories are similiar to mine.
I'm no different from a monster. In fact I am one.
What is so horrid about unique creatures with flaws?
They grow along with them and learn more about the world.
I am a monster, and you pushed me away.
I am a monster, and they accepted me and my perfectly imperfec
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
DistemperOh, did you scream?
No, ninety ravens
released from the rack of my ribs
in a ravage of wings
have disquieted the cat.
Oh, an aspirin for my mind
(lay your head in my hand
drink me down, feather-drown)
thin its belly-close blood
uphold the constitution
of my hollow-cast heart.
[Fire the dragon
the fairy waters her way
across the winter]
So stout, so ale,
hold fast, touch bone
Oh, you would rather die
than bring home bad meat.
You Are Me, But I Use to be YouYou take away lives
You pillage homes
You destroy beauty
For it is a ritual.
For it is a traditional game.
You come home
Beaten and tattered
Shirt bloodstained and dignity shattered.
You look in the mirror, your past asks you,
"What do you see?"
"I don't know anymore."
Your past stares intensely in your eyes in the mirror.
"It never had to be this way. You had someone who loved you dearly. You had people who adored you. You had a family who cared for you."
You look up in the mirror with rage.
"What do you know about care? What do you know about love? Everyone fears me. Even You fear me..."
"I never feared you. I was sad because you pushed me away. I died and never came back."
You bunch your hand into a fist and smash the mirror and watches as it shatters to a million pieces and the splinters jab into your flesh.
You collapse to the ground.
"You are me. But I use to be you."
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