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Good-byeThere you are with those brown eyes, your charming smile and that hair of yours. How I longed for you to be mines one day; the feelings that gave me a happiness; with each step I take, vibrations shooting across the floor like fireworks.
But I know that you will never feel the same way about me, no matter how many times I try to convince myself that you might would. I've learned to except it the very hardest but, there is always going to be that little piece of my heart that will be broken of how you meant everything to me. You were my sun and stars; there was never a moment in my mind where it started to ponder over the thought of you, during the summer restless nights.
To you, I was nothing; nothing like the different mineral in the sand getting washed over my the waves of the ocean to the titanic laying hopelessly in the depths of the dark. The shy girl that was a ghost on the side of the room, you too began to believe it along with the worst nightmares in the silent night. I rip my
FriendsFriends; those are the people that are
there for you when you feel the world
has turned it's back on you.
They give you that little piece of
hope when you think it's all gone;
they know how to turn a frown into a
smile but, most of all they love you
no matter what because we are humans.
And humans love each other no matter
how many times we hurt each other
people that we care about the most in
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
A Book in My LifeEven though you we're never in my life
to begin with, you were more than a
chapter in my life. You were a book
that belong to the other series of
books that my life had. In that book
you meant everything to me even though
I never meant anything to you at all; a
non-existing love was what I had with you.
If you came running to be beg for me to
be with you; my heart would say yes
because I love you with all of my heart
and soul but, I know my head would say
is he worth all of the changes that
your going to have to make to your life
and then the end are you going to be happy.
I pondered those questions for months
and months, coming to the conclusion
that I can't; I don't think I could ever
be the girl that you want me to be, with
all of the daydreams it looked so easier
then to really truly changing yourself.
No matter what the separate roads we go
down, I will always love you, my dear.
We Call LoveWhat a tragedy that we all go through for this thing
that we call love; to only get your heart ripped and
torn to pieces in the end, but we do it for the
feeling that it gives us. The sense of belonging to
another person who wants to look into your eyes and
see the beauty that your soul can be; a kind of
treasure that people don't get to see on a day to
Having the one of a kind love that no one else can
have in the world but with the one person that you
want to spend your whole life with. To not being
able to share your life with them forever would
leave such a heart like yours in such pain that it
will take time to drink away all of that distraught;
sometimes it doesn't go away, it stays with you
forever leaving a wound on your heart; gushing blood
comes rushing out of it like a white rafting river.
Your heart tries to stitch itself back together but
the blood comes flowing out way to fast that the
string breaks every time; how your body slowly turns
in a ghost pale shade
HimThe sound of your voice is going to be the white noise
I'm going to be looking for in this room full of so
many other blended white noises that are block every
single thought that's trying to run through my head,
while my eyes are going to be going around the crowded
room to find your soulful brown eyes and that charming,
goofy smile that you do with those lips of yours.
Once I find you, there no turning back now; no matter
how much this may hurt me in the end. I'm going to be
waiting for you to look into my eyes; to go through me
till it shows you the soul of a girl that only dreamed
of finding someone like you to keep her safe from any
of the dangers that could come knocking at her door at
any moment in her life, to make sure that when a tear
sheds from her eyes that you will be there to let her
smile shine through again from the funny faces you will
make at her but, most of all she just wants someone to
love everything about who she is and everything that is
going to be in the futur
Upon your skinHow the sun sets upon your skin
during the dawn of a new morning.
The beauty that you have skin-deep
inside a soul that's full of
wonderment and rapture; a poise
that I've never seen before, to
me it's like a lost treasure that
is being searched all across seas
How I wish that I could keep it
all to myself and let it no one
else see it or come near it, for
that matter that once they look
at it that they take it away
from me; keeping you inside a
The worst fear comes and hits
in me in the middle of the
thunder storm when the
lighting strikes the ground;
that they may not see what I
see in you, telling you lies
upon more lies about what
fake beauty looks like to a
society filled on what only
money and bring beauty to
That kind of loveI want the kind of love that makes you
feel that you're on top of the world; to
see that one person can love you for
what you like about yourself all the
way down to the flaws you want to get
How you can stare into each
other's eyes for seconds to minutes
all the way into hours and never want
to look away from each other because
when you look into their eyes you feel
like your home; a place where no one
else can come and harm your heart from
the monsters that we all call pain,
And when they wrap you in their arms
on a late summers night, it makes your
feel so secure with arms wrapped
around you; the heat from another body
slowly slipping on to yours keeping it
warm from the cold that came crawling
in the depths of the midnight moon that
shines brighter than the street lights
When the souls of two people come
together and join each other as of
they were one, balancing out the
good and the bad that both souls
had into each other not because
Imprints leftThe time that you move on, there is going
to be something that reminds you of them.
The cologne that he use to put on to the
way he use to touch your skin; leaving
all kinds of imprints and lines that run
across your body.
And that whispering smile he gave you
every single time that you two would
see each other. How it felt so right
to lay in his arms while the stars
twinkled in the navy blue night that
was concealed under the milky way.
The pitches in your voice was a
soundtrack that replayed over and
over until I fell into a peaceful
slumber. I realized that after you
were gone, I saw the design that
you left on my body; in my heart.
How I began to fall in love with
you all over again; slowly but all
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
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
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
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.
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
Puzzle heartYour heart is a complete puzzle; the pieces
that make the puzzle up are the things that
we love and mean the most to us in our life.
Sure the edge pieces of the puzzle aren't
going to be painful as the ones in the
middle because, those are the few things
that really mean the most to you and you
don't want to lose those pieces in your life.
You can try all you want to try to make a new
piece to fit in the place of where the old
one was or you can try to shove something
there to fill in the gap that piece left but
after the piece is gone you can replace no
matter what you do because nothing is the
same with out that one single piece. It was
the once piece of the whole puzzle that kept
holding everything together in your life.
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