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Life PuzzleMy life is a puzzle I have yet to find the time to finish,
it feels like it's going to take an eternity,
I just wish more if it fit together,
it's been left out on the table, pieces scattered, for another day,
wishing somebody would come along and help me sort it out,
and I swear I'll come back and finish it, I'm just a little tired now,
I try and sleep, but my dreams keep me awake, they always keep me awake,
I just breathe in deeply and count the paint drips on the ceiling as if they were stars, making wishes every now and then, finding the constellations in the faux sky,
and every time I look, it's as if someone has rearranged the pieces,
if only they would rearrange my life into something that made sense,
instead of throwing the pieces all around, losing them under unmoved furniture, sticking to the bottoms of shoes and being carried far far away, buried under the lives of others,
but now the clouds don't spell out my emotions anymore,
forever changing c
Woke up in HellI just wanted to go to sleep.
Because I knew that sleeping would mean dreaming. Dreaming meant I could be right there beside him, laughing, smiling, living. Dreaming meant I could see him, hear him, touch him. Dreaming meant I didn't have to wait any longer.
I just wanted to go to sleep.
Because my paint kept spelling out his name, over and over. Every song serenaded me with his voice. My tears screamed too loud for me to rest, and the smell of his soap lingered on my bed even though he had never been there.
I just wanted to go to sleep.
Because when I did, I would dream of how his hair looked when he just woke up, or when he ran his fingers through it absentmindedly. I would dream of his contagious smile, and the way he calls everybody "dude".
And when I woke from my dream, I would be in hell.
(don't) forgettick tick
imaginary clock in my head.
You are so far away,
and the time goes by so slow,
my head buzzes,
my heart aches,
Why does hope feel so far,
but look so close?
They days drag on,
the cold covers me,
like the snow that falls here,
chills me completely,
Of you and me.
I ache when I wake up,
this pain is so strong,
my fear is real,
End The DistanceThe late night is the worst,
When the house is silent
and everyone has gone to bed
I lie awake
Imagining the curve of your lips,
Or the feel of your skin against mine,
When the empty space
next to me,
Seems to extend
for thousands of miles,
I hate those miles,
In the night,
In the dark,
When I’m all alone,
And I’ve only got memories
to carry me through,
To the next day,
Or the next string of days
that seem to last forever,
but they finally end
With me lying in bed,
Next to you.
Just...YouWhen I say "I miss you" it isn't just words,
Not characters on a blinking screen,
Not shallow motives sent through text,
Shimmering and breaking through invisible spaces,
Navigated by cell phones and computers,
I miss you,
Every second of every day,
Through dreams and daydreams alike,
I suffer everyday,
Suffer from a lack
A lack of you,
Being close enough
Close enough to touch,
I just want to be close to you,
Just come be close to me.
When I say "I miss you" they aren't just words,
A shivering shudder runs through my soul,
Consistently brushing my heart,
Which chases shadows away
With the thought of your presence,
It's an overflowing emptiness,
Having you so far away,
But still it feels the same
when you fill the fractures in me,
Equal bits of completion
Complete the empty void,
Void which is constantly in fluxm,
I just wish you were here.
You complete me
Distance.I wish that when you hugged pillows
they acted like teleportation devices,
And when you clutched yours
It would put me beside you,
I wish my blankets
Were like magic carpets,
And we could use ours
To fly to one another,
I can show you the world,
I wish our computer screens
Would let us reach to one another,
Then I could pull you through
straight into my arms,
I wish we could feel each other
When we clutch pillows and blankets,
And pretend they're each other
So our dreams can somewhat come true,
I can't love you this much baby, and love you from this far.
Happy?When in our eyes
The heavens fall,
falling, falling, falling,
down, falling down,
And shredded clouds softly float,
Like frozen snowflakes to the ground,
colorless cotton candy, cold,
Our sorrows litter these dismal streets,
Like crumbled newspapers filled with yesterday's news,
thrown aside, forgotten 'til another day,
Black and white will not show the red that I bleed,
My scars aren't for you to see,
I will tear my paper heart into tiny pieces,
And dance in the confetti of my despair,
If only you were here,
maybe I wouldn't feel so alone,
I close my eyes and imagine you standing there,
I clamp my fingers around yours,
but when my eyes open, there's just empty space,
and my hand is cold,
frozen like the snowflakes on the ground,
Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself,
pretending you're here
I don't even know what your voice sounds like,
but you make me happy,
I wish knew how to show you I care about you,
that you make me happy,
I want to make you
BetterThe rain streaks past her haunted eyes,
Sliding quickly down the panes of glass,
leaving blurry streaks in her vision,
Mimicking tears sliding down her cheeks,
The thunder growls fiercely overhead,
Echoing the anger and pain in her heart,
Which battles to keep the loneliness at bay,
It wasn't supposed to end like this,
Her eyes flash like lightning in the clouds,
When she hears the phone vibrate on her desk,
An unnatural sound breaking through the storm,
she picks it up, new tears falling like rain,
He tells her goodbye for the last time,
answering, she pleads for him to let he back in,
Into his heart, and into his home once again,
but it's already over,
She begs and pleads, asks for forgiveness,
But his heart won’t forgive her hurtful words,
her spontaneous, selfish actions,
The mind that caused the rift between two souls,
The thunder growls again, and she throws her phone,
It's thud blending in with the thunder,
Going back to her window, holding herself tight,
Watching, but not
Dreams the moon is full.
It shines brightly for two people whose hearts beat as one,
they sleep and dream of each other.
In my life this is what happens between you and me even if we're worlds apart,
When I look up at the moon I see your smile,
When the night winds blows I hear you whisper my name,
When I close my eyes I can feel your arms around me,
hugging me close, enveloping me like the ocean waves,
In my dreams I feel you hold me close,
I wish that I was right there next to you,
I gaze up at the stars with my eyes full of wonder,
curious as to what star you are under,
there isn't one night I don't wish I was with you,
Although I'm terrible at explaining my feelings,
to you I can't deny the unbending feelings I have for you,
We are the same in almost every way,
I have the urge to be by your side forever,
Can you hear the song of the night creatures singing their lullaby for us?
The moon shines on the both of us even though we're miles apart,
but if I close my
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.
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
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
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
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...
Rain FireI stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart.
I've never felt as complete as I did then.
Let's just pretend that I didn't break your heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile I wear so well.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.
I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.
When it started raining last night I burned all of my poetry books. Page by page. I can only remember one line:
"I know just how it feels
to think of the right thing to say too late."
When I think of the right words, I'll write them down. And leave them for someone to set on fire.
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