i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
I'm SorryI'm Sorry8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today I accidentally
killed your ladybug
tangled in my mess of hair
onto my shoulder
not thinking I grabbed
for the tickle and
with a fingetip
on her round
and I watched her fade
Dear DiaryDear Diary10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wonder
Does anyone really see?
How can this be?
Those people who have to speak…
Why is it always against the weak?
Look at Holly, round and plump
A baby is due next month
Everyone points and they all talk
"She's such a slut"
Not realizing their words break her heart
Or how much she's hated herself for it from the start
It was an accident you see…
Holly never wanted to have a baby
Her boyfriend left her as soon as he heard
Her parents disowned her without a second word
Abortion wasn't an option
And neither was adoption
"Why is it always me?"
This is such a sad entry
Poor Holly couldn't stand the strain
The baby came far too early….
Premature death was the end for Holly
An orphan is now in waiting…
Unwanted from the beginning
Why have I been telling you this story?
Are you asking, who is Holly?
Holly was my mother…
I am her orphaned daughter.
Cross My HeartCross My Heart10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cross My Heart
When the sun has set
And the birds have flown away
When the angel stops its song
And the leaves off trees have fallen
When everything dies
And you're left all alone
I will still be there
For you to come to me
I will be your one true love
I could hold you forever
You will see me here
And should you see me,
And should you come to me,
And should you let me love you,
I can be anything,
I will be everything
Do you see me…?
Smiling, in order to help you smile … again
Singing, in order to help you find your voice … again
Laughing, in order to help you laugh … again
Caring, in order to help you care for yourself … again
Loving, in order to help you love … again
Until you do
I will keep on t
best before 01:07best before 01:0710 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not know why
but sometimes I am cellophane
my skin is all crumpled up
and you think you can see right through.
I choked your heart so you cut me away
with kitchen scissors and left me
on the sideboard to biodegrade.
I was too trapped inside
the creases of your toes
to get up and go home.
All I wanted was to shuffle up your leg
and take comfort in your shirt pocket,
so I could hear each rhythmic contraction
for myself -
but this is impossible when your flimsy hands
are no longer cup-shaped
to catch the overflow of words
cling-filmed to my throat, leaving me
with not much air exchange -
only shallow dimples and a spasmodic cough.
The dust coated bulb buzzes slightly from above,
dimming slowly until my eyes give up on their search -
for you are not hidden inside the soup pan
or sleeping in the cutlery draw
spoon-shaped, you are not behind 5 days worth
of milk beside the door, bottled in.
You must not be coming back
and I always learn these things
the hard way.
FragileI'm okay with beingFragile8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gripping the folds of too-big sweater,
like an extra skin
to compensate for her own,
pulled tight over a collection
I'm okay with being
while yet imagining her hip bones,
to be hips
knowing that she would never
achieve the hourglass femininity
I'm okay with being
Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69,Your Poem10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?
Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.
And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
This used to be my playgroundThis used to be my playground10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This used to be my playground,
Where I played without a care,
Now it's covered in graffiti,
And there are needles everywhere.
This used to be my corner shop,
A friendly place within,
Now someone's gone and torched it,
Because of the owners coloured skin.
This used to be my street
Where neighbours helped each other,
Now people keep to themselves,
As if hiding undercover.
This used to be my town,
That had a vibrant hub.
Now people have been shot at,
As they come out of the pub.
This used to be my country,
Of which I was so proud
Now everything's gone downhill,
And going back is not allowed.
This used to be my world,
And I'd love to have it back.
But I've replaced the rose-tinted glasses,
With a new pair - all in black.
hallway spillagehallway spillage10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find it hard to breathe when I get blocked in like this,
legs tied up and I'm caught in that place
right behind my eyes.
Tonight I speak out quietly -
telling of how yesterday, I snagged my skirt
building the wire fence on the rim of my garden,
but the looks from those passing by
still hurdle fast and hard,
creeping boldly over the barricade
and straight into my chest.
'I do not feel like this I do not feel like this'
quickly becomes my mantra,
as I shift my thoughts from heavily laid heart beats
that leave dints in my skin
to the creak of the clock, crumbling the seconds away.
There is no other sound
apart from the noise my fingers make
as I try to climb into the wall,
I'm blending into the gaps of city concrete -
coruscating in the light of an old street lamp
that's leaning slightly forward, tumbling
into the slot between the curtains
and it's like falling from great heights -
this castigating myself, this clogging up
airways with the brick-heavy words
I hold tight in my mo
You Don't Know ItI miss youYou Don't Know It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't know it.
I think of you
You don't know it.
I still want you
You don't know it.
I'm on a pier, dreaming of you
You don't know it.
The wind whispers your name
Only I can hear it.
I want to be with you
No one knows it.
Chapters Of Our Lives Chapters Of Our LivesChapters Of Our Lives10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Written on these pages, the sweat stained paper
The smudged words, the letters that seem to taper
This boys thoughts incased, inside this book
Revealing a story about his heart, that someone else took
Broken in soul, left weak in his own mind
Looking for something, not even God himself could find
Begging for its return, wishing just to live
Wishing his pain away, something he never wants to relive
Once again his heart is shattered, like glass upon stone
He doesn't need help, he just wants to be alone
Just for a moment, just to let his soul go free and fly
So he can feel the clarity, and levitate into the sky
Searching through my life, through the dust and haze
I look up in delight, and I stare with a daze
Through the library of my life, through the endless archives
Lifting a book off the shelf, titled "Chapters Of Our Lives"
Silly HeartsSilly Hearts10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm drawing silly hearts on notebook paper.
Comparing sights of nature
to how I feel for you.
I'm spelling out your name close to mine.
Give me another minute
and it'll be written on every line.
And then I'm with you and I can't hold on for life.
All the things I want to tell you,
but there's a wall I can't get through.
And the silence, I know,
is killing both of us.
But what can I do?
I'm writing poems that just don't make any sense.
Cause they're scattered thoughts
and on paper they're a mess.
I'm having conversations with you in my mind,
but then I pick up the phone
and all thought gets left behind.
And all logic and confidence goes out the door.
All the things I need to say,
but I can't get out this way.
And the silence, I know,
is killing both of us
But what can I do?
If I tell you anything
will you stay?
If you find out who I am
won't you run away?
Can I trust you with a secret,
because you can't just learn me then up and go.
And I find I'm backing up...
Learning that if I just k
-Tears And Kisses--Tears And Kisses-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
My SaviourMy Saviour10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the shadows is where my heart used to dwell.
But these chains have been released from my wrists.
I can finally feel again, there's no longer any sorrow inside.
I can finally fly, I can see and heal, I'm free.
So tell me, what secrets do you keep locked deep inside?
I want to help you, hold you, I want you and me now.
Your presence set me free, I want to do the same for you.
I'll be your epitome of perfection, just give me a chance.
I love your mysterious ways and I'm craving this again.
I'm craving your touch, your presence, your warmth around me.
I can't explain it, this is what you do to me, deal with it.
Your chaotic beauty gets to me, but you disagree and call me crazy.
Maybe you're right, sometimes I think it's crazy to feel this way about you.
Well I can be the one to hold you tight but release you when you ask to be free like me.
I just don't want to drag this on if there's really no chance.
I've fallen for you, but sometimes the one you fall for isn't ready to cat
_forget you_forget you10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will be easy to forget you...
I just can't look to the sky
or even remember the sea...
I'll just have to stop dreaming
and learn how to be alone...
I know I'll forget you..
I just can't remember your smile..
your beautiful eyes,
your sweet mouth...
I can do it,
I know I can...
I just can't look to anything,
I just can't remember,
I just can't live...
I'll forget how important you are on my life...
I'll just have to forget myself...
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was simply the best website around without the slightest shadow of a doubt. No'urdays, community seems to be taking a backseat to the corporate ventures the site seems to be undertaking at an exponentially quick rate. With every passing day, a new move towards turning dA into exactly what it is not: a corporation.
When it was founded in 2000, t
Gru's Plea. . .Gru's Plea. . .5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
***Normally I don't post summeries. But this is too important not to.
For those of you who already know "Despicable Me," back and fourth. This little scenario fits right into place. I actually pictured this as a deleted scene that wasn't shown in the movie. It would take place right after Gru rescued the girls from Vector. Although the following scene in the movie shows them back in their room, there is one thing that still had to happen. . . .
Gru's Plea. . .
Dandeion Milk: SakuLeeOnce upon a time, a classmate told Lee to put dandelion milk in his tea. Said it'd be sweet.Dandeion Milk: SakuLee8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lee had been eleven. He was by most measures a failure, and he was never well-liked. His classmates saw him as a loser, and rejection was a thing he'd long grown used to.
It was just another obstacle to overcome.
That was how he saw his life, after all: just one long list of things to overcome. He was an optimist, but most people didn't realize that only a part of it was his natural cheer. True, Rock Lee was happy kid, and a deeply caring, sincerely good child in ways that nobody else was, but he also was smart, and he also was realistic. That is why he gave up on ninjutsu and genjutsu. He held no false ideals of perfecting skills he was doomed to fail at.
But it was also this realism that helped him to understand that if he did not hope with all of his being, he would lose himself.
Once upon a time, a classmate told Lee to put dandelion milk in his tea. Said it'd be sweet.
Despicable Days Chap 2 part 2Marvel couldn't take this anymore; he had to get away from his friend, just for a minute so he could collect his thoughts. As scary as the idea was he decided to head back in the kitchen and check up on Dante and Euryale.Despicable Days Chap 2 part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He really hadn't understood what Gru meant when he said his kids could take care of themselves until he walked back into the entrance way again.
Marvel's head spun at the sight. The little girl, Agnes, was sitting on Mr. Dante's lap, looking up at him with hopeful eyes and chatting away. Mr. Dante looked exasperated at his situation, but still he didn't remove her.
" And I want a stuffed unicorn, and a coloring book, and a house made out of gummy bears OH! And a real live unicorn! And umm umm "
Mr. Dante looked at his female partner in desperation. "Must I do this?"
Mrs. Euryale rubbed her temple. "This is much better than its incessant whining, now shut up and be Santa Clause for the little brat."
Disgruntled, the older man looked back dow
Take meTake me10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take me to the darkest place in the sky
A place where I'm not afraid to die
Where no one can see us, take me far
We will be shining just like another star
Just take me...
Of Pirates and Ninjas The sun stared down at a figure running through the park of a city. Long white tail streaming out behind him, brown trench coat fluttering cape-like in the wind, the anthropomorphic white dragon vaulted over a bench, scattering pigeons and startling an elderly dragoness. Of course, before the old one could begin to shout at the irresponsible young dragon, five dragonesses stampeded around and over the same bench, scaring the elder half to death.Of Pirates and Ninjas5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The white dragon knew that he was running out of time; he was not built for lengthy sessions of running and acrobatics. True, studying a bit of parkour helped him out a great deal in putting distance between him and his pursuers, but he never had that much stamina in the first place. Already he was panting, his breath visible despite the rather warm day.
Taking a sharp right turn, he exited the park and
You cannot understand me?You cannot understand me?10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Red is yellow,
As black is green,
As two apples,
can make tea.
For fire will burn,
As ten will turn,
Light will dark,
aboard Noah's ark.
Pink is blue,
As I hate you,
Two green jars,
will crucify you.
Heaven eats Hell,
Man kills bells,
Dreaming of love,
the last white dove.
Magenta is cyan,
As I am so bland,
Candle wick now,
save the florist or die.
Ready or not,
Here I come,
Let the wings of the angels,
slip off my yellow brick tongue.
For dreams of a waiting,
And tears are for taking,
I wanted to dream,
but never could see.
Whom ever this is for,
I knocked on the door,
Dreams are for killers,
as needs are for beggars.
Hate is colour rape,
Black is candle wax,
And tears are candle blue,
but Jesus Christ was a Jew.