.:':.I Wish.:':.I can see you smiling; I love your smile.:':.I Wish.:':.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes sparkle and I can't help to smile as well.
You make my day everyday,
You wisk me away, at least for a while.
Keeping my troubles at bay
Every moment is a dream for me
I always want to be by your side
I can't take it anymore.
I just wish I could tell you.
The words are there, not deep below the surface,
There, on the tip of my tongue.
Gnawing at me, at my soul, at my world.
They're forming, not blurred
But crystal clear, they're trying to push out.
I want to say it; I want to say it so bad
What's holding me back?
Is it self-confidence that I lack?
Or am I just afraid?
Things will change when I finally say this.
I don't think I'll like the outcome
It's not a mere question of if I can get by
It's a question if I can handle the change,
And of what the change is.
I can't get you out of my head
You haunt it
magiczniemagicznie9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ktoś mnie zaczarował.
Uśmiecham się sama do siebie patrząc na stare zdjęcia.
mam pustkę w głowie.
Ktoś mnie zaczarował...
i nie ma motyli
i motyli nie będzie.
bo wcale nie o motyle chodzi.
Ale Ktoś mnie zaczarował...
i juz nie jestem sobą
i sobą nie będę.
Exiles-Prologue: BoExiles-Prologue: Bo9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A long time ago, someone told me that human wine was watery. I hadn't believed him at the time; wine was wine, ale was ale, no matter where it comes from. But, you know, after having to choke down their so called 'wine' for nine years, you start to miss what you had at home:
A decent way to get wasted.
"Come on, guys. Calm down. You really are making a scene."
It's cold out tonight, which is unusual for the tail end of summer. This right off put me into a foul mood. The weather has been a little off kilter since last year when we had that dry spell. Still, it annoys me. So, to brighten my mood, or at least dull all my senses to the point where the temperature doesn't matter anymore, I decided tonight might be a good night to drink.
Of course, it would be a whole damn lot easier if someone would shut the Hell up and let me.
"Look, I simply don't have it with me. You can't expect me to carry it with me all the time, can you? That would just be irresponsible. What if I dropp
Don't Rock the BoatDon't Rock the Boat10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tease, point and laugh, call them names. Don't ever stick up for them: Don't rock the boat.
Laugh, smile and nod, never speak about your personal problems. Don't show your emotional psychosis: Don't rock the boat.
Deny, lie and smirk, don't do what's right. Follow everything they tell you to: Don't rock the boat.
Speak out, take a stand, shun corrupted authority. Never compromise yourself: Dare to rock the boat.
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
Watching The Masses GravitateWatching the masses gravitateWatching The Masses Gravitate3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Towards violence, cruelty and hate
I cannot help but wonder
As to what spell they are put under
That steals the vision from their eyes
And sends them into ugly tides
Is it choice, or basic instinct,
That sends them all to the brink?
A clenched fist, a spitting threat
Captures them, like fish in a net
They gaze on in a gawping stare
Gormless idiots, too weak to care
Too scared to step away from the swarm
And break away from the hostile norm
They stand, transfixed, at the bloody scene
Whilst all the while, hidden and unseen
Lies a whole other world
Concealed as a glimmering pearl
And to me, this contains twice the gravity
Of any of their violent insanity
But they don't gravitate to the wispy clouds that line the sky, or to the warm soup on a Winter's day. They don't gravitate to the kindness of an unknown stranger or to the smile on a child's face. They don't gravitate to the mountains that line the horizon or to a person in true need. And this, I shall n
This is for you.This is for all of the peopleThis is for you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who have asked me what goes
through my twisted little
For all of the people who have
tried to pry into my subconscious
and nestle in the nooks and
crannies of my
For the boy with the sad smile
who told me that my words
For the girl who is afraid to
trust because people
have used and
For that one person who is
still awake at four am
blade or the
For the people who think that
they have nobody, when
I am here, screaming
This is for the people who have
always asked me to write
for, or about, them.
In case you were wondering;
Land of NodOh glistening dark spread before my eyesLand of Nod7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into whos deep depths lay my demise.
Breathing each passing breath,
Slipping into sleep, that tiny death.
And sail towards that distant land of Nod
Where fanciful dreams take this poor sod.
A land of fairies, nymphs, satyres
And ladybug queens glowing with fires.
Upon a cloud lined with golden thread
As dawn approached and kissed my head.
Mine eyes did break with turbulent sorrow
To this land I vow to return a'morrow.
The Logic Behind GodHow many days are there in a year? 365 1/4. How many hours in a day? 24. It always takes 24 hours for the earth to spin around once. It always takes 365 1/4 days for it to rotate around the sun. The way it wobbles makes winter always follow fall always follow summer always follow spring. We have the concept of logic based largely on math, though we don't notice the math involved. There are countless patterns in the universe and the fact that even in things constant change they stay constant and predictable. This logic leads me to the ultimate point in that God must have created everything. Things born of chaos and explosions would not work in a mathematical and scientific precision.The Logic Behind God9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Let's take a look at the periodic table shall we? Your chemistry books are basically in instruction manual to this simple chart. If you knew how to use it you could read all the information in the book right off the chart. Ev
ShelterThough the rain may fall and the bombs may dropShelter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They will never break what it is we've got
Though the planes cascade and the shells explode
We will never surrender, never erode
We are safe here, miles below the ground
So hush, my dear, don't make a sound
Someday we'll rise to a world of serenity
Until then, I'll stay with you, for an eternity
PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to comPhilosophy7 years ago in Open More Like This
DarknessDarkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I so inclined to listen to the forming night?
The stars vanishing from view, leaving only the crescent moon to be my guide.
To lead me away from the horrors only heard and never seen. To make it all the more terrifying.
Imagination is the man’s worst enemy.
To envision the images of what?
The Devil Himself?
Whatever it may be, I must accept it. And hope it not show its form before the rising sun.
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...
Dont Judge Me +Poem+Dont Judge Me +Poem+10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't Judge me…
Don't judge me by looks, neither by my race.
Don't complain about my worries, nor because my taste.
Don't hate me for my religion, for it is what I believe.
Don't sit here and back talk the world, for it will not relieve.
Don't despise me for my interests, or for my complex maze.
Don't dislike my sexuality, for I was born this way.
Don't hate me for my hair, all colors bleed the same.
Don't forget I'm standing here, yet I do have a name.
Don't judge me by my voice, we all don't sound alike.
Don't yell into the crowd, and laugh at what's not right.
Don't complain about my emotions, for what I cannot control.
Don't sit here still wondering, what next is there to be told?
Don't despise me for my fortunes, or what I cherish most.
Don't judge me by my home to stay, on or off the coast.
Please tell me you can hear this… Tell me you know now.
That you shall never judge someone, for what you cant allow.
We all are different, and have our own tastes.
We can't all share th
A Soulful ConnectionA Soulful Connection10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Soulful Connection
They're open now, discharging their energy.
You are awake, liberating your soul.
Your fortitude flourishes in the bright of day.
Skywards you look, dilating the exit.
Their blue hues match the vast cyan sky.
Their roaming gazes stare at stars hidden by light.
The hypnotic view given forth
captures any and all wondering souls.
When this gaze is laid upon another,
their gaze is returned to admire this beauty
for no one has seen windows that match the sky.
Radiance glistens, beaming forth your good nature.
Rays from the sun: mere beams that shine,
rays from the windows: a charming spectacle.
The dusk now comes to uncover the stars.
Stare at them, they replenish your faith
that someone is out there with a matching gaze.
You snap back to reality, signaling fatigue.
Back to bed you go to secure the windows.
Your eyelids are heavy. They want to shut.
Slowly the exit is blocked from view
sealing your spirit in its prison of blue.
life isn't fairlife isn't fair11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I feel
As though I'm dead
I can't do anything
I've reached an end
People hate me
No matter what I do
I don't want to live
My life is crud
Try being me
See how long you last
Think it's easy?
Kiss my ass
Course it's not
Don't be dumb
My life is sad
Never any fun
So leave me here
To rot and die
Happiness is hard to find
It can't be bought
Let me die in peace
No one to care
I don't want to live
Life isn't fair.
BobblefleepO trundle with thy burglemort,Bobblefleep8 years ago in Ballad More Like This
And gnash me with thy greep,
For bargled is thy frogorn face;
Thy wark is bobblefleep!
The grumptious beast beyond my bed,
It with a gruntle gropes,
And if thy snurk is home from work
It slurples down thy soaps.
To weeble at thy nobbly norgs,
I froop upon the krud.
Thy nubble face is in my dregs,
Thy hork is in my blood!
Beware my funk thou rictious lunk,
And hear my slippy squish!
I care not for thy sniffy glorp,
Nor for thy troodled fish.
O pelter me with burgundy!
My ooguts must you keep,
For bargled is thy frogorn face;
Thy wark is bobblefleep!
i miss you?If you listen close enoughi miss you?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe you'll hear
This world of mine falling apart, the echoing
Defeat of life colliding against me
And the silence when there's nothing left.
It seems, over time
Our hearts were not made to be flooded by our
Endless flow of tears
And our souls are too feeble to carry
The weight of our misery.
Do you remember
The way it used to be
When you put smiles upon my face
And spoke words
Which through my heart they touched
Like a thousand butterfly wings brushing
Against my soul, and a thousand
Flickering candles warming within me
Do you remember?
And yet despite the weight of our memories
How were we blown so easily apart?
In searching for someone else
What can be found but
The disappointment of life
For everyone is full of imperfections.
Do I dare believe you were an angel
Unblemished and too true
Yet now nowhere within my reach
The Gargoyle and The MermaidThe Gargoyle and The Mermaid10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
If you traveled far from where snow capped mountains make their berth, through golden deserts on camel back, and over countless emerald plains you would find a beautiful ocean, blue like a Himalayan Poppy and as fresh as a baby's first breath. It flows with fish, all colors of the rainbow, and within it is a kingdom constructed of both sand and coral. Along these sandy roads swim not only whales and goldfish but the prettiest of mer-people too.
Their skins are shaded in a multitude of color like the fish, ranging from lilac purple and sunshine orange to coal black. The luckiest of them even have tails that reflect different pigments, as though carved from diamond. The mer-people spend a great deal of time indulging on oysters, adorning themselves with pearls, and playing silly love games. They court each other day and night, the mermaids batting their lovely lashes at the handsomest boys, while the mermen performed daring feats before the most beautiful girls. At night they gather upon
Memories of a Lost PlaygroundMemories of a lost childhood,Memories of a Lost Playground6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Innocence is far gone.
Memories of a lost playground,
Where I used to grow up.
See the swings winging,
With no one around.
Hear the breeze whispering,
But not making a sound.
Those days are in the past,
Barely even remembered.
See the sun setting,
Setting as I walk alone.
Its color accuses me,
Of all that ive done.
The mistakes ive chosen,
Everything seems to go wrong.
I sit in an old swing again,
Not wanting to go home.
Its no better there,
Than being alone.
A rain drop
slides off of my face.
I look up,
And clouds are thundering,
All over the place.
I sit on a bench,
just to pass the time
I don t want to go back to my old life.
Stayed out all night,
Under the moon and stars.
This is beauty,
I told myself.
Just like her.
How much I regret,
All the stupid things Ive done.
And now I know,
That ill never be able to move on.
Took a walk to my house,
To pack everything up.
Slipped out through the door.
With no one waking up.
Climbed up to my window,