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RegretIn a mere instant you mischievously took my breath away
If I'd only known that deceit and death would stay
The heat wouldn't have made me lay the world at your feet
Now I'm ought to pay the price for these faked seed
The moment I curtsied as deeply, kneeling before you,
I ignorantly sealed my fate completely, a bleeding sore
Steadily numbing me with grief eternally, you'll see
The effects of leaving me, a disease far from any healing
Why have you abandoned me? And why did I let you go?
But you, purity, have no footprints I could follow, even though
I should stop giving up everything I owe for you. I will
Face my throe since I foreknow it will never work out at all.
I concede my pursuit of you, every thought's now wasted and hollow
Lo and Behold, the atrocious truth I'm about to let implode
Infinite time won't be a cure for a broken heart nor an empty soul
You only become inured to the pain, a hollering everlasting shadow.
LossA long forgotten emotion,
Passion beyond comprehension,
Was set in motion, a consuming fire
Ascending from an once plain desire.
Now my head is an area of tension,
My heart a stormy ocean, conspiring
Against my sanity, acquiring
My sense of reality. Perception
Barely clear. Your crimson appearance,
Imprisoned me in a madly trance.
You didn't let me drop,
I was solid as a rock, unable to stop.
Bonded to pure temptation,
Copped for insane admiration.
What a frustration you thought
And became bored to the border.
You left and shattered the order
Of our world. Wincing even louder
I mourn my last summer,
Summoning the outworn winter
This gorgeous feeling,
Seeking for more glorious bliss,
But the world is amiss,
Evolving at an insane speed,
I am unable to keep
Up with. Unstable and emptied
I live, yet frenzied by a sparkle of
Fictive opportunity. Aching memories
Won't leave me be.
Ich binDer einsame Wolf
Belogen, betrogen, verstoßen von meinem eigenem Volk
Wider aller Graumsamkeit bewahrte Ich meinen Stolz
Meine Grün-blauen Augen
Brennende Entschlossenheit, kein Irrglauben
Kalte Leidenschaft um Seelen zu Rauben
Arroganz und Zorn beschatten mein Antlitz
Meine Macht ist das Wort, doch meine Klauen sind spitz
Mein Geist, mein Blick, ein durchbohrender Blitz
Dreaming close to the edgeI'm lying here calmly
With my eyes closed, fearless
I'm breahting steadily
The world revolves in darkness
I dare to dream
Of an amazingly beautiful scenery
A hidden scream
Rises to surface unconsciously
Letting myself drift through my soul's twisted paths
I hope to not get lost in all eternity
A raven resounding voice distinctively calls
To give in my instincts blindly
The voice: majestic - yet scaring
It attracts, lures, tempts
My mind, for my head to be aching
Holllering ghosts it exempts
The resolve to withstand shatters
I follow the absorbing voice
Reason stays behind and mutters
But I already made my choice
The voice has me under its spell
Now it lays down its mask
Revealing a devilish monster I could not repel,
And starts its torturing task
Anger, fury and rage rule me
I dared to dream
Fear, hurt and pain caused by me
All I do is scream
The voice makes me raise the bloody sword
Pointing it at the innocent child
And - I finally wake up. Peace restored.
For now the voice is exiled.
Forced to passivityNow I'm sitting here being ill
The worst: unable to finally fulfill
What I spoke of as the quest
For my will to ultimately test
As night's darkness nears
I desperately shed my precious tears
Wouldn't care if anybody hears
What stimulates my fears
My world has been shattered
A cloak of pain is all I wear
Oh, fate don't you dare feel flattered!
And what's left? An empty stare.
VictimYou are holy
The kindest person I knew
Your fate solely
A warm heart that only have few
What I sensed when I first met you
Innocence, purity, unconditional love
Noone couldn't like you, me too
Sadly the scapegoat was a dove
She first reached out to me
When the burning pain was unbearable
Pulled me out of hell didn't she?
Yet it didn't make her destiny less terrible
Is what ripped apart her existence
At least bloodless
And now freed of all ecumbrance
Your will of ember
Within your friends as defender
We live your memory
Through my empty life
No goal set high
Nothing to lead my way
And nowhere I want to stay
Friends I had
Nice people, nothing too bad
But my bonds are not made
For a long lasting charade
We talk, we have fun
Together but I desire to run
Away. I don't feel connected
To these people. I already shed
Too many lonely tears
Is it me everyone fears?
Still remains a certain wish
I know it's quite selfish
Someone reaching out to me
Discovering my personality
Showing honest interest
And being my best
Wishes rarely come true
I am eagerly waiting for you
Until then I am fulfilling my destiny
Being the lone wolf
ResolveYour goals were set high
Wanted to conquer the sky
But progress is missing
Your doing lacks blessing
Doubt and despair will come along
Marking everything you believed in as wrong
Fear will be the harbinger
And emptiness is what lingers
Your world is turning upside down
But there is one escape from the emotional drown
Your will can be your shield
If your hearts desire is the weapon you wield
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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