cygnus, i love you soi can't pretend your'e a stranger,cygnus, i love you so3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and still say that i love you so.
we are long awaited friends,
taking deep breaths, scorned
as we attract the stars.
winter threatens to take you
away from this hemisphere,
and my heart will burn the moment
the tip of your wing settles
below the broken skyline.
i'll swear my promises to the
compass, somehow i will find you,
and we will collide because
all that truly lies between
you and me, is a lapse in time.
2. Love"Would you like to know how I know that you love me?"2. Love3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The question was a little off hand, a little unexpected and a lot intriguing.
She lifted up her eyes to meet his, tilting her head slightly to the right and replying with a quiet, "how?"
"You know exactly how I like my coffee and you make a point to get up every morning and make it just right for me before I leave for work, even though you go back to sleep immediately after."
A soft smile spread across her lips as she listened to his words. His bright eyes looked into hers as he gently held her hands in his.
"You know that I like the room cold, just so I can use more blankets at night, and you never complain about it. In fact, you've set our bed up to keep us equally warm and comfortable."
They both laughed quietly to themselves, before he turned his eyes away, looking up to their fireplace.
"You take care of the things that are important to me, even if you may think they're incredibly stupid."
She followed his eyes to the framed ti
Even If...Even If...Even If...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should all logic collapse
Ending reality's constraints
And maybe then, just perhaps
We'd be one, no complaints
Should that world come true
The one I only see in sleep
When I could join with you
And together we would keep
Even if that came to pass
My mind would be lost still
The other side of the glass
Still a fear is does instil
I cannot run a relationship
I'll steer it to its death
The waters of companionship
Are well out of my depth
Any union is far too complex
And I'll only make a mistake
Failure's all my mind expects
Only cause you heart to ache
I can't imagine our success
Haunting visions of despair
And a lifetime under duress
Unable to show how I care
It's now slowly making sense
Why I'm not the ideal choice
I Understanding your defence
Looking for a better voice
Someone who can offer support
Guide you through the darkness
The kind and attractive sort
To succeed when I don't impress
Beginning to see it clearly
That it's deeper then my face
Even though it hurts me dearl
The Teller of FairytalesSometimes I wonder if he was born on the day the titanic sank. Other days, he's been here longer than the pyramids themselves. He tells me stories about a world I can't even imagine. A world where a poetic smile means something. A world where night is velvet black with diamond like stars spread across it. A world where one can find adventure and happiness.The Teller of Fairytales4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always listen in awe and wonder how such things can even be when rape, murder, unhappiness and sacrifice plague mine.
His stories are always dauntingly beautiful. Sometimes when he's hurt, he'll tell me about the princesses he has saved. They always end so poignantly. They get taken away to their castles to live with men who convince them they have saved them.
How can they leave someone who only wishes for them to be free?
His voice is so unfathomable it almost sounds unearthly. But his words have so much meaning, so much truth in them, that the depths of his voice can only come from wisdom. It's the only voice
Coffee HouseWords effervese emotions,Coffee House3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
evaporating every ounce of need from the soul,
wafting towards the rafters,
and overlooking the lonely below.
Their hands hold temporary comfort,
while lips burn against fleeting passion found,
of flavored promises,
brewed from hope, blackened and ground.
masks the bitterness here,
in the house of coffee and fears.
a thousand daysthe sky was an endless seaa thousand days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of grey and white and lost sailors
those who knew no better
who had no one to miss them
i had not seen the sun in days
months, years, decades or lifetimes
bathed myself in cold, murky water
because i was a lost sailor
who knew no better
and had no one to miss me
your skin in the spring light and
brown hands wrapped around mine,
lingering kisses in the dark
and your smile, stretched across
a canvas of hope and second chances
washed away those thousand days;
showed me that the sun is not hidden
i just didn't know where to look
New RoutineHe died before I finished breakfast.New Routine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My daily routine of black coffee
I cannot forget.
His eyes in that grainy photograph
pierced the center of my conscience,
Like he knew
I had skipped the front page and
went straight for the "Personals"
brandishing a harsh red pen.
The radio was silent
like the nothing in my mind
when I finally saw it
chronologically playing out:
and a single final phrase
I've changed since.
The flavor of remorse never left my mouth.
I only have black coffee now
Eggs make me feel guilty
I never really told him-
"Sorry I didn't love you enough".
32the was the kind of girl323 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you watched from afar;
striking, but not beautiful.
dangerous, but not scary.
i don't want you to talk"you're being stupid, you know."i don't want you to talk4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"yeah? and why is that?"
"you're letting him go. that's stupid."
"i thought you didn't like him, robby."
"i don't...but you always have. every text i've ever gotten, every three-hour phone call...they've been for him, about him. you were obsessed with describing his lemon-lime chapstick, his vanilla cologne, the curly-q strands of his bangs. you were heels-over-elbows obsessed, lor. so what changed?"
"...i woke up."
"to a sunrise illuminated by your smile. you've always been here for me, robby. you've listened to my laugh and you've let me cry. i woke up to your texts on my phone, your good-morning messages. i went to bed with your wishes for beautiful dreams and your face haunting the backs of my eyelids. yeah, i was obsessed with him...but he never cared the way you always have."
"i...i don't know what to say."
Elle and Mias: Chapter 5Elle was amazed how fast her legs were still willing to carry her. Her lungs once again were on fire as she ran without controlling her breathing. She ran in a nearly straight line, every once in a while having to weave around a tree or jump over a bush. She contemplated stopping and hiding, knowing very well Mias would catch her if the brothers were unsuccessful in detouring him. For as much faith as she placed in them, she wasn't about to underestimate Mias' abilities.Elle and Mias: Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She slowed her pace as she scoured the trees for one that looked easy enough to climb and hide herself in. She was grateful the clothes Abernos had given her blended in well with the foliage. She finally spied a tree with a low lying branch and she latched onto it, walking her legs up the trunk until she could wrap them over another branch and pull herself up. She climbed up a few yards, enough to be out of sight, but enough to keep in sight what was on the forest floor.
She didn't need to wait long to hear the thunder
Single's Dating AdviceI am baffled by the expectations women of youth have on dating in this day and age. Take advice from me who over the past four years has had eleven "boyfriends" IT ISN"T WORTH YOUR TIME.Single's Dating Advice3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Besides there are others, many others, than just me who want you to hear this out.
Also with rape and sexual abuse in young couple on the rise, teenage pregnancy shooting through the roof and depression after breakups I don't see how one would ever think this to be appealing. Of course I am one to talk, having that fairy tale belief that I'd find a man who'd love me forever when I had barely stood straight in high school.
I am here to reach out and give advice to single women ages 13-20 on why dating is a good thing but don't go overboard with it.
1.) You WILL NOT find the "perfect" man on the first date.
Explanation: Trust me, those miracle stories about people being high school sweethearts and marrying most likely happened after they broke up. Life does get in the way; priorities have to come in orde
Magnificent Doctor.Small police box.Magnificent Doctor.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entire blue and made of wood.
Creaking door, flaking paint.
Bigger on the inside, smaller, from the outside.
Time and space, plaited together.
Dark sky, burning sun and icy star.
The Lord of Time, a solitary traveler.
He is not afraid of dawn, is living in darkness.
Eternal and immortal.
His name, written in the stars, burnt in time.
Red sneakers, crumpled suit, a brown coat.
In his eyes, knowledge, wisdom, truth, power.
His two hearts are beating the rhythm of time.
A past,present and future are uniting in his hands.
My Doctor, a powerful lord, a man of wisdom.
Why are you lonely?
You're like God, mighty, wise, immortal.
One, alone, unique in huge universe.
You are travelling among the stars, Doctor.
Take me with you. Together, we will not be lonely.
Love me, Doctor.
You will not be alone... Until I die.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 5Too flustered from the dream and startled by Mias' sudden appearance to reply, Elle just clutched at her heaving chest and glared at him, detesting his presence more than she ever had before. She looked at him and felt exposed and violated. Even though her logic told her that it could not have actually happened, the surge of terror and adrenaline was causing her to have difficulty deciphering dream from reality.Mias and Elle - Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hugging the sheets up to her shoulders, Elle looked away from him to avoid any eye contact. Looking into Mias' eyes was just something she could not ever bring herself to do, and she hated how it emphasised her fear of him.
"Something the matter, pet?"
"No," She sputtered harshly. "Sod off."
Just don't look at him... Why was it so hard?
The sound of Mias clicking his tongue at her in disapproval was perhaps just, but only served to make her even more uncomfortable. Though he was only being his usual cocky self, she could not help but feel that he knew exactly what was go
alivei want to be buried inalive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a grave made of water
because i write poetry
but don't understand it
because i know how to feel
but not how to cope
or how to tell you what
it feels like to die
my mother will cry and
her garden will still grow
but she will not take down
photos on the windowsill
she will age dutifully and
retire, travel the world and
i will only regret not being
able to see her finally happy
my brother grow up without
knowing how much i cared
but he will still think
of me on his wedding day
his eyes will be a window
not to his soul, but a world
of pain and loss and he will
wish that i could say sorry
and the boy who knows that
he was the only one i loved;
he will lose himself in the
thought that he had the chance
to save a life, but didn't;
he will read my poetry and
not understand why but know
that i loved him more than life
i will fade to dirt, and from
me will grow a peach tree, with
the type of leaves that children
will make boats out of, sail
across their puddle oceans
DrowningI.Drowning3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been on edge for weeks, the iron in my veins has been spinning,
rifling the walls, spiraling but not descending,
me, I am
hurricane synapses and tornado mind.
Me, I am
the fool on the precipice
beneath the eroding edges, beneath
me, I am.
cracked, red clay,
empty air, and
I've been on edge for weeks, the iron in my veins has been circling
like vultures, waiting to coat my organs.
Beating, beating, beating on iron walls;
me, I am
a bell now.
Speechless The lives of two young girls rested in Jonathan's hands. Whether they lived or died was all up to the next words that he said. He had always known that this day would come; he'd had nightmares about it almost every night for the past few months. The law, which proclaimed that every man must act as Judge in court on the day of his 18th birthday, had dragged at Jonathan's mind and heart, filling him with dread.Speechless3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a way, he was a tad relieved that the 9th of April had come so quickly, because now he would no longer feel the panic of the impending trial but, at the same time, he was horrified. This day would surely haunt him for life.
Jonathan sat in a stone chair, carved into the stone of a pedestal that rose high above the court which was literally held in a courtyard. From his perch, he surveyed the people who had gathered below him on the mottled, grey cobblestone. On Jonathan's left were several palace guards, staring
Internet Etiquette: Lesson 1Internet Etiquette: Lesson 13 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
LESSON 1: BE RESPECTFUL
It is necessary to begin the series of internet etiquette with learning to be respectful, because if you can master this basic step, you won't have any trouble with the others. Being respectful on the internet is just as important as being respectful in real life. However, it is considerably harder to respect others on the internet due to the fact that you aren't engaging in actual conversation, and because there are no instantaneous, direct consequences to what you do or say. Respect, as it pertains to a community like deviantART, can be shown in two basic ways: 1) by what you say to others, and 2) by the kind of work you make and feature. Both areas of deviantART interaction will be broken into two parts and briefly discussed.
PART ONE: SPEAK POLITELY
Humans are designed for face-to-face social contact; anything else just isn't the same. People tend to be much more crass,
After The ShowLook at me, all dressed up for a concertAfter The Show3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My gloves don't match my orange coat.
It's freezing out, not that I really care much
But my boots aren't keeping my feet warm.
I watch the snow as it falls
In the orange glow of a streetlight
And lean on the hood of my car
Staring in awe like a little Koala bear in NYC.
Take a look at me
See how my hair catches snowflakes
My eyes shine in the winter night
And my breath fogs as I hum gently my favorite tune.
Look at me, pristine as the snowfall
Clean and white in all of my thoughts
Innocent in my heart and emotions
While I watch that tiny miracle that comes from snow.
Look at me and remember
All the words I said
All of the things I did
And realize how much you miss it, want it back.
Look at me, see me meet your eyes
And climb into my car hastily and drive away
Because I can't stand seeing you
Holding her hand.
Look at her now and realize
She's not what you want, not anymore.
What you want just drove away
In a Mitsubishi SUV in an orange coat.
UninspiredAs uninspiring as bread crumbs are,Uninspired3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A witty girl thought up a story,
And people clapped their hands.
They granted Hansel a wooden horse,
And Gretel a bow for her hair.
And people can say that the horse was magic,
But isn't that a bore?
And people can say Gretel was gorgeous,
Because her bow casts wishes,
And isn't that something you heard before?
Or maybe a mouse stole their breadcrumbs,
To feed his family,
Who lived in the royal court,
Of a handsome prince,
Or maybe the lady who welcomed the lost,
And smuggled them into her stove,
Was really an illusion,
And was a wall in the other world.
The wall was so tall that no one could climb it,
So they blasted through the bricks,
And all they found,
(behind the rubble)--->
Was an uninspiring bunch of breadcrumbs.
A Corpse a Bride and a FuneralIn satin cream, from head to toe,A Corpse a Bride and a Funeral3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Veil and lace disturb the peace,
Of soft fine curves.
No one notices (or they don't care),
Seeing her face doesn't make her there.
She's not there,
Not a soul knows,
This room is full of ice cold bone.
So sweet and delicately limp; lifeless,
But alive with ember eyes,
Blood stained hands from yesterday's sins,
Thus creating her demise.
In the night they say "don't listen,"
For you cannot recall what has become,
Of the woman we once loved.
The woman we once loved,
Tattered and torn with trickery up clear sleeves,
When you sleep she finds you and troubles you in your dreams.
You spoke to the night,
When they told you naught;
However your bride,
Is forever lost.
That day in black, she gouged her eyes,
You watched her fall in denial,
Buried in white (some call it red),
Forevermore still, on her death bed.
Elle and Mias: Chapter 20Elle's fingers slowly turned her teacup around in her hands that afternoon as she watched the horses in the pasture. The owners of the estate, a middle aged couple who bred and trained horses as a full time hobby, offered them lunch on the veranda, which Mias and Elle gratefully accepted.Elle and Mias: Chapter 203 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares had been unhitched from the coach and allowed into the pasture with the other horses, but his sights remained focus on the white mare he had been introduced to earlier. He trotted behind her, whinnying and trying to catch her attention, but the mare never once replied and simply kept putting distance between them.
"She doesn't seem to care for him at all," Elle commented.
"The owners told me she was a difficult filly to break," Mias said before chewing on a bit of bread.
"Maybe she just doesn't like the idea of being forcibly paired with a mate she barely knows," Elle suggested, her tone hinting at the parallels between the horse and herself.
Mias looked at her for a moment before chuckling, "I s