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In my headshe is beautiful
one of a kind...unkind
yet special in her own way.
hard to handle
but so easy to love and be around every single
she is the moon that lights up my darkest days
the star the guides me when i am lost
in the desert of my own madness
after walking astray.
she is the crown i wear
before a crowd that wishes
i were dead.
i am victorious although miserable
in my own head.
unintentionalson, i am the gun
and you are my bullet
that made your mom explode
and come undone like a puzzle.
we are one and the same
that is why we must both wear a muzzle,
but you are the only one to blame
which is why i must test my muscle on you...
it is the only way to undo
what i have done,
redemption for all except one...
the tumor we call an accident.
unintentional damage upon the one i love
i must amend.
In heavenIn heaven, all the small children
play in a field of daisies
made up of tissue paper...
In hell they play in a pit of fire
with pitch forks, knives and razor blades.
where are my shades?
i think i might be spending some time
in the latter.
Even the mad hatter,
wishes upon a shooting star
because fallen angels are the most attractive
centerpiece for any table no matter how sane you are.
Ill kill youit hurts daddy...(sobbing,) please stop i don't like it!!
you are the worst of all
the people around me.
i really thought you were here to protect me?
i guess i was wrong...maybe i was a bad kid
and needed some guiding all along
come punish me one way or another!!!
after all!!!!!you are my father and you must know what is right
i am too young too know anything at all!!!!
but why is it that i feel this anger and hatred inside me
i will someday kill you, slowly...with my own hands till i pop
one of your lungs...
emptiness is blueemptiness is feeling blue,
in a pink parade of happy faggots
where black and white get high on glue
and tiny pills that resemble maggots.
life has been beer and skittles
for way too long...
the same ol' tune and angry voice
playing back in my ol' favorite song.
"Rock 'n' Roll some stranger down the hill"
when we are drunk off our ass,
is a game that we play when sipping liquor
and smoking grass.
but its all the same,
nothing but fun and games
that have grown old way too quick.
don't know what else to do,
now that blue has turned
It's back on me making me sick?
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.
A Secret that she died withIceTear cried again,even if she did not tell other cats.She would always love ShardClaw,she could not hate the tom who hurt her so much even if she tried.
IceTear felt sick knowing the truth,she would always have a part of ShardClaw with her Literately.IceTear was pregnant with the toms kits.
A feeling of regret and shame washed over her.ShardClaw had not loved her nor would anyone love her or the kits.IceTear wanted to scream at the unborn kits in her belly for making her feel so ashamed of how she had loved the tom.
For the next few moons IceTear hid her pregnancy from others.One day IceTear found a way to rid her self of the shame and burden....Have the kits in secret and give them away.
IceTear had left the camp one day feeling the pain coming on fast.She hide away close to a cabin were TwoLegs would stay in the New-Leaf.IceTear gave birth to Three tom kits who looked like a perfect mix of her and ShardClaw.Feeling ashamed she found a TwoLeg and got the TwoLeg to pick up the
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
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...
A question with out a answer A man asked me a question
A tiny question
Why would you want to die?
I laughed at the man
I don't want to die
Thou i know for a fact
One day i will die alone
One day my life will be forgotten
I will be nothing
Even if you tell me others will remember me
The ones after them wont
Someday i wont even be a memory
I wished i was immortal
I in the end would be alone again
Every friend would die
One day even the world would die
I would always be alone
why did i want to die then
I told him even i don't know
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."
DADACherry-flavored liquid candy
Gave me many, many, many maybes but nothing certain.
Confused to the point of absurdity,
DADA is my forte.
Ride your hobby horse in the living room
Of your parent's home,
I am immoral but mortal so don't worry...just kill me.
I will love you more if you promise to break my bones
Because this abuse is just so normal.
Perfumed kisses make me Ill,
Nothing is real except for this growing desire
In me to seek and kill...
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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