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This World Just Isn't YouI never would have known
That this air could be so hollow
Without your presence,
And that one day, my heart may follow
I'll never be able to describe
Just how those days made me feel
Nor how much I long for you
For my heart is always yours to steal
Our wrongs are unforgivable
Now nothing can be undone
And when it all burns down
This battle, my love, you've won
But if you only knew
That I still hold that rose,
The one that always told me
Our love would never come to a close
And if I could only trust
That the word you gave is true,
Then maybe I could have peace,
In a world that just isn't you
MisfortuneAnd so, let judgement be passed on the one never seen as themselves, but as their fool.
It takes over in times of instability, insecurity.
Why should one be judged in such a manner?
The answer: They are human.
Filthy creatures drenched in lies, ignorance, and bias.
They don't understand what they are doing.
Creating a storm, digging a grave, tearing apart a life.
The fool cannot take back what has been done.
And no amount of apology will heal any side of the story.
So terribly unfortunate.
Sometimes fools are seen as wise, but here, they are nothing but mad.
Yet the only insanity I can see is misunderstanding.
Casting the fool away, throwing it's host into an ocean of sorrow.
Drown, cruel world.
Leave only those with a true heart to float to the surface.
Help me drain away the depression.
Give me your warmth, your love.
Or leave me cold and dead.
Though, I refuse to be forever held by your loss.
One day you could vanish.
No longer in my heart, but a sore memory of the mind.
My love, I wish for youMy love,
You are one of the truest
That I could be with you
I would do anything
Not even you can understand
To create more memories
To see you,
Happy and smiling is all I want
Can't you see what you're doing?
With you it is the most precious
I get a feeling like no other
My love, I wish for you.
My dearest, I long to see you.
My darling, time spent with you,
is all I really need. <3
Wants and NeedsI stand in the center
My arms, outstretched
One hand grasps what I want
The other grips what I need
My body aches from procrastination
My thoughts push me further from sanity
So many things that must be done,
In order to obtain happiness
To truly feel happy,
The seemingly impossible must become possible
Why must it be so difficult?
Unlike it was back then
When we had so little choice,
But all we could need or want was where we were
That changed one day
Everyone changed, so rapidly
All I remember is a large blur
It replaces the last two years of my life
It went from happiness and stability
To a world slowly crumbling before my eyes
But I could build it up for good, maybe
If only what I wanted had easy access to my needs
Where I reside now has perfected my needs
But what little of my wants it had, grew weaker
Where I wish to be has potential, a chance to start over
But it greatly lacks the blocks to build my future
All I can do is try for now
Try to rebuild my wants, where I am
ChangeWhy can't I do that too?
Why can't I have all of that?
Why can't I get all of those?
Why can't I be like that?
I have to alter
I have to try
I have to learn
I have to follow
Why don't things go the way I want them to?
Why don't I have the motivation for that?
why don't I know how to do that?
Why don't I have that?
I need to do something
I need to move on
I need to understand
I need to become like that
Why can't I change?
Why don't I change?
I need to change.
I have to change.
Waiting, Wanting, WishingWaiting...
...to see your face.
...this to be resolved.
...to hear your voice.
...to know who you are.
...to be able to use my voice.
...for something to go wrong.
...to see you break.
...for you to fall.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
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.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
What did you say it was?My darling,
I hope you're happy
Satisfied, at least
In what you've caught yourself up in
Do you enjoy them?
The rules and restrictions,
That only you are pressured to follow
It breaks my heart
He does, you do
I can't bear much more of this
I can see what you truly long for
And, my love, that is not it
Far from it
This is what you'd escaped, in a way
But it would seem as though you're destined to this
I hope not,
Will all my heart, and love for you
Dearest, I'm the witness to your death
Am I the only one who sees your suffering?
Not even you can
You've become entangled
Hypnotized by him
Look not into his eyes
Within them, you see the image he has set for you
You are solely to blame
He can do no wrong
You worry now,
Unlike you used to
About his happiness only
Change, my sweet
We all have, but for you
It just doesn't fit, not like this
You're not who you used to be
You never were, you never will be
Neither will anyone else
But when I look at you
I don't see you at a
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