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One Way EchoYou'd rather I will not,
but you're too kind to say "Please don't".
You hold your tongue and thought,
in hopes to not distraught.
None of which your fault,
you just guard your basalt fort.
I understand the lot,
but nor I tried to 'crack the vault'.
On a less poetic note,
I am sorry if I overwrote.
Slow Four MinutesAs the hours tickled down like the midnight dew
and the light is solely artificial,
I caught myself thinking of you
and my thoughts were nowhere superficial.
Little sleep and many dreams
that lack of good and hope,
with your tender touch and candid
smile their bubbles quickly pop.
such are now of a rare occurrence,
though still sometimes I can not sleep,
but this time with concurrence.
A single long hug and the initial rush,
are just enough to dust-off and brush.
now uncertainty has settled in,
as time fades away so is my grin.
Amber StrangerYou'll apologise,
but this time I'll say no more.
You'll look at me hold out your hand,
to help me off the floor.
My heart you'll mend,
with a smile you'll send.
I know that this is what you meant,
you know I can't resist your scent.
I'll tuck myself around your arm,
and convince myself that you mean no harm.
I sadly know it's soon to come,
the next time you will make me numb.
Cold and PowerlessWarm and restless wind blowing on the back of my head
Preventing me from turning back, from witnessing the horror
Of a bloodsheding treason maimed by sharpest of tongues.
Wrapped by a curtain of lies, casting a shadow, blocking the skies,
Dark were those times.
It's devils aren't gone, so simply forgotten, whatever they touched
Turned sour and rotten.
Now or forever I must stand guard
For they will return and bring back the hard.
A devil in form or in mere disguise
Fool I will not as he looks in despise.
My castle and turret shall
Stand to what ever he has
Of that I'm sure, nothing will pass.
RepellentFeeling like an only cloud which stands out of the blue.
I'm being watched facing down by those who laughed at you.
Little knowledge who they are we both have in twain.
But just like me I am sure sometime you must have felt the pain.
Up or down high or low our spirits come and go.
Once alive another dead I'm here but yet I'm not.
Barely seen never heard, no thought to speak no spark to seek.
No way of life just a breathing corpse with little pulse and no heart at all.
No one to see not a thing to hold no one to lean on forever cold.
The same old cloud raining down on me what is left rejoins the sea.
Drowning the sorrow can not be done, for years it's basking in my tears. feeding on my nightmares thoughts and fears. (just growing larger everyday when you are nowhere near.)
I don't love you anymore never liked your ships and shore.
I don't care not to have there as long as I'm dead that I can bear.
Forever more alone I shall stay for I can't relive that day.
The one you told that your ha
A 2nd ChanceRemorse and regret can't make you to forget
All the things you've missed and the ones you've left
A golden glance or a blink of an eye
Makes you wonder 'how should I?'
Taking a stroll under the bare night sky
Watching the moon just passing you by
I won't forget those deep green eyes
I feel them with every breath when my heart cries
Laying on your back on a bench near by
Excluding yourself from the social high
Fire and sand both were there
One on your feet the other in your hair
Falling asleep to the sound of a giggle
A giggle so beautiful makes smiling inevitable
When climbing up a mountain side
There is little place for you to hide
Getting to know your other-self
Thinking about a 2nd chance
All is not lost for now it is
The one you were waiting for the one to seize
Some might never get a 2nd chance
A life-time long waiting for romance
How lucky am I for getting mine
After three years of an emotional deprive
Now you're here waiting for me
Alone and abroad with no one to see
C.A.CRock, Bishop, Knight, Pawn.
Will you please tell me where I belong?
The King and Queen look down on me,
While the rest, ignore me be.
Trapped in One, held back on Two.
Can't find my square, can you?
B1, F5 and G8, mean nothing
When you can't "see" straight.
Walking around from side to side, doing no harm,
No one seems to mind.
I sat tight and listened, roaming, waited.
Learned as I went through the steps in-between.
Consideration, Attention and Concept came to mind.
Waiting my turn for time to demise.
Now it's all, all but good.
The strangest war where nothing is obscure.
The rock the bishop all pray to me.
whilst the King and Queen, they nothing mean.
EchoLonely nights awful thoughts.
Lost, with out it, I have no cause.
Can't rest, can't fall-asleep.
Can't seem to remember
The bitter nor the sweet.
'Turned-off', paused in time.
Don't know if I'll be able of such "crime".
Is yearning for that moment when
You touch upon my hardship vein
And the softest of touches unknown of kind
The sort which penetrates your mind.
Time seem to halt on the echo of my fault.
Jumped ahead, had no clue.
No clue to might what happen when
I broke the tune.
A tune in our delicate love song,
Where every note matters to complete
The symphony of our beating hearts.
I hate how it happened and such,
I'll never forgive you for not saying
I pushed too much.
Now, stepping aside isn't the answer.
Letting go is not facing "danger".
A gun, a rifle, a rope or a pistol.
All hold the answer to what I want,
What I want is something you hold.
I can't stop my heart from beating on its own
For you hold it tightly, feeling alone.
A pain in the chest each look we sha
ConfidentialI miss you dearly.
I miss you so much.
I miss the little things, like asking for lunch.
I miss your laugh and your wisdom.
I miss your smile and your rhythm.
I miss the way you understand who I am.
I miss it how you have no shame.
I miss your thoughts and your kindness being.
That oversized sweater and that Russia thing.
I miss your care and the scent of your hair.
But I really miss having you there.
Don't Birds Eat Bugs?Don't birds eat bugs?
Perhaps, but there're always the ones that prefer seeds.
Shouldn't girls wear makeup to look pretty?
Maybe, but there're always the people that are blind.
Shouldn't men be strong and chivalrous?
Possibly, but even they need to be cared for sometimes.
What you see isn't what they truly are
Open your eyes wider
Look a little deeper
No matter what gender, race, or 'label'
Makes no difference who you are
We are all humans alike.
naught but to dreamStars cluster at my window,
They watch me lay back
Trying to sleep off the pain -
I want naught but to dream
Of your eyes once more.
Morphine to my mind
Crystallized over hours
Watching wind swept clouds.
Weary, windswept -
Just let me lay back;
I want naught but to dream
Of your eyes once more.
El DuoEn medio de una confusa oscuridad.... imaginaciones e iluciones se hacen precentes.. al igual que esta... vaya conectada de las manos... danzando.. junto a los sentimientos.... Allí yacía un dúo..... confuso e incompleto.... que en una caricia dolorosa.... se despiden.... a gritos mudos se van alejando... pero el abrazo frío nublaba los ojos de aquel dúo roto...... incompleto....... el angel y el demonio.... despues de decadas enteras y sin sentido se reencontraron.... entrelazando sus dedos.... danzando por el camino vital que a todo ser se le precenta hasta que desaparesca y no deje rastro.... solo una memoria... dificil de comprender y recordar..... algo imborrable...... la sonrisa del alma blanca guía a la negra... mientras ésta compensa el milagro con proteccion en sus brazos..... uno es el pecado... el otro las virtudes... ambos forman uno solo..... dejando un dúo completo. ".. el misterio de tus palabras solo me dejan ciego cada vez que in
Easy MelodyThere is solace
in the empty spaces of existence,
but those are few and far between.
That’s what I used to think,
but there’s a fine line
between company and chaos.
It seems either the walls scream
or I am lonely.
What I need is a medium;
voices of monotone,
of reason, with no burden of my life
or their own,
just a nice easy melody.
A girl named Neon(poem)In a dark cruel world
A girl was born into
She was gifted with many talents
Yet she was denied
She had a distinct look to her
Abnormal to her kind
A bright pink hue to her fur
Like a bright rose
She was consumed in grief
Afraid to be free
Her mother showed her the way
Now she's believes
Her name was Neon Rose
She is an Umbreon
Her light shines brightly
As she runs around in the night
Now she is loved
Never to be alone
Showing new confidence
That she has never known
Let her aurora shine
Showing the kindness within
Now she is loved
Like a StoneI saw you last night.
And you were the sun.
But Icarus flew
I was a raging torrent
Like the sea.
And when he plummeted
He was a whistling stone.
I swallowed him whole.
AnteriormenteAbridle el cráneo, que fluya su sangre
de arriba a abajo, hacedlo, que muera,
pues sus gritos no le importan a nadie
si no queda escrito en papiros de seda.
Gritos en silencio por solitario,
pues haciendo algo malo
que se acerquen los iluminados
es gritar sin dar medio bocado.
Con el gesto en tu ceño destapado,
sin gorras, pañuelos o cabello
veo el centro de tu central de miedo:
tácito funcionamiento. Traumatizando.
Pues miras tú y yo ordeno
cuando en segundos fue al contrario
porque tú eres el hermano que no tengo
fundido en un estilo olvidado.
La sombra del cazador de sueños
que cobra vida mientras ando
se precipita en la alegre ponzoña
que rezuman los humanos.
Gritadme con los ojos, mirando,
y aunque pesen vuestros párpados,
seguiréis señalando. Dormitando.
Que se calle el fuego: apagadlo.
Reaching for the StarsThey told us to reach for the stars
without ever telling us what we were reaching for
because they thought we'd figure it out for ourselves.
The more we reached for the stars the more we realized what we were grasping at.
Desperately trying to hold in the palms of our hands
tiny pinpricks of hopeful light
against a backdrop of darkness
surrounded by the hopes of the others foolish enough
to try to touch something that was light-years away
and probably already dead for aeons.
We reached for something that had left us behind long ago,
we reached foolishly trying to touch space with small hands
that still coloured with crayons and hugged teddy bears at night.
We reached for the stars
without ever knowing how far away they were,
and when we finally realized how far they were
we were already lost in space,
or had figured it out early
and crashed back to earth in a fiery inferno of broken dreams.
See, they told us to reach for the stars so we'd k
AnonymousI’m sat here, trying to write out the words that I want to come out ever so much. Everything from how I feel and such, to how I miss your ever so soft touch.
I once knew that lovely feeling called “bliss”, one of the many things I miss, one of the many things you made me feel. All this sadness, all this hurt I’m trying to conceal. I don’t know if it’s working or if it’s not, maybe it’s all just for naught.
I know it’s pointless and I know I shouldn’t. But I still love you, even though you couldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t, and I know it’s pointless. But I still love you and it leaves me voiceless.
I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted to hear, I really am. I promise, I’ll do my best to make these feelings disappear.
- Not so yours truly,
Fourteen It's BeenFourteen it's been
It's time to grin
No pink was seen
All so soon ends
For it is you
Whom my will bends
Not this time
No more lust
Because this time
Might be our last
Just a hug nothing more
No loss of innocence
Like on that shore
A mere coincidence
Those cannot be
Yet still it is
Fourteen months it's been
Since that last chance
Which I missed
Won't get again
In a few more days
I've been in chains
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