A long way from New OrleansNumber nine, the speedo needle roars of the engine underneath.A long way from New Orleans8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yank the throttle, glimpse the horizon, I'll go there,
wherever I want to.
She stood at the roadside, now where did she go?
With me, of course, let's ride into the nothingness,
talk the tales of your tall dreams at the stops we make,
breakfast at noon and tap three times when you need to go.
Cause it's a long way from New Orleans, babe.
Hollywood, hell, I just like to ride,
'specially with a pretty girl at my back.
You told me of your dreams when we stopped for coffee that time,
I smiled politely, cause I barely knew your name then, Kate.
Back when you only had your coat, your sunglasses, your dreams...
You really were a dreamer.
We'd set off again, you claimed you loved the ride,
I claimed I loved the company,
and we'd ride till the sun went down.
Gradually the motel rooms became room,
beds became bed,
and we went from travellers,
Kate, I never forgot the first kiss we shared, over fast-food
SometimesSometimesSometimes5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
go wrong, it will be
as if your lost, confused
and lonely you'll have
nowhere to turn.
you'll be treading water
as you try and climb out.
seem like they'll get better
don't be fooled as
it's just lies,
drowning in blue
it's a tiring thing to do.
of that I'm sure.
the world will keep spinning
though there will be more blue
and a lot of red too
Heaven is CryingListen to the raindrops on my window.Heaven is Crying11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heaven is crying.
Was it something I did?
Something I said?
Is there a way to make it right?
The air is chilled.
The warmth of God's love is gone
and the tears are slowing.
Do Angels cry themselves to sleep too?
scaredI wrote this more than a year ago.. but I haven't submitted anything in so long.. I figured I would. plus, I just found an entry with it. so I hope you enjoy, if not.. oh well. we can't always please everyone :]scared11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
N <3 J
In Silent ReverieI dream you to be something different than you are,In Silent Reverie11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see your heart in words, and they make my heart flutter.
For that moment, I don't rely on false intentions,
With this love, I give you my wings.
Will our hearts burn in Heaven, while were waiting down here?
Waiting, hoping, praying for peace and answers,
But listen as the wind blows, and the rain falls down,
I want to chase away your fears, give you hope, even…
Even if it's my own.
And amid all what's left of my heart, I'll try till the day I die,
To give you hope, hold your hand, let you… fly without an anchor,
Even if it's to fly away from me, my tears will be your freedom,
And I would shed them gladly, or die trying to see you free.
I need no thanks, or payback gratitude, because now my heart is whole,
Your change, to have a life without the prison, is my reward a hundred fold.
And all the soft voices, whispering sweet words of hope and deliverance,
Carry me through my dreams, to find you, and hold you close.
And even if it isn't
A Lesson In Singing Where is it, exactly, that a man keeps his soul? What organ of the body serves such a precious function? Whenever I ask this, the answer that most will give me with confidence is that it is in the heart. Yet I have seen the heart rent open most literally, and I can assure you that it is no more than any other muscle in the body.A Lesson In Singing9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Some have told me that the soul resides in the brain, for this is where our logic and thoughts come from. Yet I have also seen skulls split, seen for myself this grayish lump that is so vital to existence. Though this may be the living-place of our thoughts, the soul certainly does not reside there.
The more whimsically-inclined have given me more thoughtful answers. The soul is infused in our blood, for this is the medium which brings us life. The soul is in the lungs, for it is these which draw the air into us in order that the blood may give us life. But again, I have seen both of these, and they differ in no way from the other organs which
This Cut Tonight...This Cut Tonight...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There is an illness
No one else can see
All my sanity,
I'm hearing voices
They never ever
They haunt me
Every single day
Telling me that I'm a freak,
Telling me I'm just a slut,
Telling me that I'm too weak,
Telling me I need to cut
Why must my life
Be such a threat?
This cut tonight,
The deepest yet
I'm tired of running
From my past
I take drugs to forget,
But they never last
I'm always high,
Yet I feel so low
No matter how hard I try,
I can never let go
I stay alone,
So I can hide
But it all keeps building
Making me crazy,
Driving me mad
I'm losing everything
I ever had
I've lost myself,
This isn't me
Ths cut tonight,
Will set me free
I can't see
Anything but red
Inside my head
Telling me I don't deserve you,
Saying that I ruined your life,
Telling me to do this for you,
Pushing me towards the knife
I wish I could've made you happy,
My love for you
Was always true
Instead I only made you hate me
This cut toni
01-07 - Terapia Pt 201-07 - Terapia Pt 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- E até quando vais andar assim?
- Não sei. Nem sei se depende de mim.
- Claro que depende. Depende de quem então?
- De alguém que não eu.
- Mas tu és o primeiro a admitir que és o teu pior inimigo.
- E sou. Porque isto é castigo.
- E que crime cometeste tu?
- Falhei quando não devia e faltei a quem precisava.
- As pessoas erram e falham.
- Não eu.
- Não és humano?
- Não quero ser.
- Mas não podes fugir a isso.
- Infelizmente... mas eu tento.
- Haverá alguma coisa de que não tentes fugir?
- Haverá alguma coisa.
- Não te cansas das tuas contradições?
- Que contradições?
- Precisas de alguém, procuras alguém, mas fazes com que se afastem de ti. Queres ser feliz, mas não fazes nada por isso. Não queres viver, mas não te matas. Queres descansar, mas não te permites a isso. Queres fugir à dor, mas continuas a ser tu quem te causa mais dor.
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
Think about lifeThink about life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think about how the beauty of life???
How in the life of the tragedy and how the wounds .... As the joy that grief divide us part ....
When judging the pot and lose a loved one dies the world and left without saying good bye ... no .. not even the memories of it goes consolation ...
Forever like the imagination and we can not imagine again ...
What to do ...??
Do you cry ...??
Do you complain about ...??
The complaint about what we tell ...??
I see a lot of grief when people submit tears on the cheek and removes the smile from the world ... and as if the grief of his life will bring ...
Many of the people Death himself and his life stands for the paradox of a loved one ...
Why do not we see this world in a positive ... why do not judge before he understands the mind of conscience ....
Why not make the sadness in your part does not mention?? To shed a tear ..... what make us laugh .. entertains us and makes us laugh ...
Let us always remember that this world is not our end ... to rememb
Abject GenteelAbject Genteel11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it starts off all twisted,
artistic and meek.
the sheets in a tangle, we tangoed,
in the sleek night.
our wrists chained to floarboards,
past my collarbone's palindrome,
(that sensitive hollow)
making impressions in memory foam.
onetwo, and threefour.
yes, go on-
rest your head here, and read what you wrote.
remember last night,
when that spot in my chest soared up past my throat,
and the light in your eyes
swallowed my conscience alive,
and we burned,
with the stars
and cared not to dream, but be rash: come undone.
on the bedpost.
we sang amid silence,
clutching at pillows and pretense,
feeding black scarves on my eyelids.
needing a breath-
as i sank,
through my webbed primidorial,
to the safety of bloodshed.
LonelyI'm all aloneLonely10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
though you're all here.
with your happiness
that I can't match.
I know you
care for me,
care about me.
But I feel like
you don't see me.
And that makes
me not real.
Island of lonely
in a sea of happiness.
Maybe it's because
I won't open up
and let you in.
But it feels like
it's more than that.
its closing in.
I can't breathe.
Now I'm really alone.
I was ever there.
You don't recognize
Have I changed
You haven't changed
It seems like
Still outgoing, crazy,
the opposite of me.
But we used to
be good friends,
Or was I just
pass time with.
figured out how
boring I was,
I'm cold now.
I wish I cold
turn to stone.
And not cry.
in a long time.
But I do when I'm alone.
Nothing is forever
And I can't
seem to kill myself.
I'm too weak
of spirit and b
His HueHis Hue11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He strolls down the beaten pathway
Knowing what lies ahead
Enters his house and locks the door
His futile attempt to keep out
The demon which plagues him
But even that cannot save him
The attention is given to him
But by all the wrong people
His clothing hides the blue hues
Slowly healing, but always repeating
Sometimes people notice the clues
But even that cannot save him
And then, he hears it
More than the beating in his heart
The click of a lock and
Slam of a door
His eyes go dim, as cold as ice
But even that cannot save him
He is kicked to a stained corner
The cracks filled with old blood
In the name of love, he accepts
The torments that trail his troubles
But not once does he shed a tear
Because even that cannot save him
Later the boy can finally stand
Shakily tends to his anguished wounds
The affliction cries out in vain
Tomorrow he shall wait again
To patiently accept his hell
For he cannot save him
Self PerceptionSelf Perception11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people, Sara thought,
When they look in the mirror,
See themselves fatter,
Uglier and with less hair.
They work hard to change
Things that are just fine.
When Sara looked there
She saw she was beautiful.
Too bad no one else saw it.
Self Injury - An ExplanationSelf Injury - An Explanation12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Self Injury: An Explanation
II. Self Injury by Definition
III. Cause and Effect (reasoning behind Self Injury)
Some may be wondering already the reason for the writing of this paper. Well, it seems as if everywhere I go, people now discuss things regarding Self-injury and/or depression. More often then not, unfortunately, people do not know the reason behind acts of self-injury, and simply choose to not understand, or not worry about it.
I will start by explaining a little more about my personal experiences before I even begin to say anything else. The reasoning behind this is simply because I would not trust information like this, coming from somebody I had no knowledge of. Since I would like to share some knowledge and shed some light on this topic, I would like for you to be able to fully know that I have knowledge about what I'm talking about; that I'm not writing this blindly, or with no previous thought.
Let's begin with de
Church IncidentChurch Incident11 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was looking around the Church. I was sitting far back enough so that the most of the mass was lost in the high, painted ceiling, among the cherubs and the gold leafing. The people around me were looking for God. There was one man reciting Hail Mary's, one after the other, not listening to the words he was saying. One woman was sitting there, weeping quietly. One or two were asleep.
They would never find God. There was only one way to find God, I knew, and that was to be looking for him out of the corner of your eye…
"Aha!" I yelled, standing up, turning around and pointing… Pointing at a man with a dirty mop in hand, and an overbite. One of the sleepers had roused. The priest at the front didn't miss a beat. "Sorry." I told the janitor. "I thought you were someone else."
The janitor watched the embarrassed man walk out quickly.
"That was too close." He said as h
Apple MemoriesApple Memories7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Something about the summer heat seemed to press the thought of silence and isolation, the illusion strong even as the air thrummed with the cry of bugs and the moans of the far off freeway. She sat on the tree branch, her vacation scabbed and scarred legs swinging slightly, the only movement in the otherwise still field, its yellowed and parched grasses standing tall against the sun.
It had at once been an apple tree, or so her mother had said, but its time of being fruitful was long past and all that remained was the dry brittle skeleton of its former self, its surface as marred as the legs that dangled from the strongest of the remaining branches.
Mother says you use to be beautiful.. She whispered to the wood, cheek to its rough surface, taking in the smell only a long dead tree gave off.
And there was a pond, a small one, just out there. She pointed, a thin arm reaching to the north, pale despite the days spent
Why Coyotes Cry at NightWhy Coyote Cries in the NightWhy Coyotes Cry at Night10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Long ago, as the world's first day drew to a close, there was only the moon to bring light to the dark veil of Night.
And all of the creatures, who had marveled at the wonders of the day, said "Well, the day is filled with all sorts of wonder, but Night is so dark. The clouds are hard to see, and even the moon will go away for a time, like tides." And all of the day creatures hid from the darkness, and all of the night creatures sighed, feeling that their time was unfinished, dull next to the day.
And Nature, taking to heart their thoughts, asked who we call Raven to decorate the nighttime sky, for she was a bird of twilight, awake during the day, but with midnight plumage. So Raven flew far and wide, searching for something beautiful with which she would decorate the sky. She would make the night beautiful, something which all creatures could look up and marvel at. So Raven decided to make stars, whic
The MaskThe Mask11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, there once was a time,
Where I wasn't afraid,
To be myself,
And just to be me.
But now the years have past,
Onto a dreamless time,
Where I grow through the roots,
In a bottomless pit of anger.
I have the scars to prove it,
Both beneath the mind and…
Across my once frail flesh,
I fancy them I do, yes…
Proud to have caused pain,
Towards both family and friends,
What do they care?
I am just me after all.
Perhaps I should get rid of the mask,
That has hidden my identity for so long,
Oh, so long…
But I love it so much, I cuddle it, kiss it.
I cannot part with this mask,
For it has become a part of me,
It has overwhelm too much of my being,
What am I to do?
I cannot just throw it away,
No, hold it, pat it, fondle it,
I do love this mask,
But I also hate it with a passion.
What should I do?
Do I have a choice?
There is always a choice,
Perhaps then… I should die,
So I can be free of the mask.
And be me again.
Ask Me My SecretsAsk Me My SecretsAsk Me My Secrets7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ask me for secrets
Ill tell you no lies
See that girl, how shes smiling?
When shes alone she cries.
Its her heart, it is broken
Cleaved in half,
Shattered in two
Shell smile at everyone
But in her eyes
Pain shines through
She goes home to
A house that is empty
She goes there to sleep
Her only reason to
She likes to check out
As she walks down
She isnt pretty or
And she trips over her
Ask me my secrets
Ill tell no lies
Im the girl sitting,
But when alone
My heart cries
My heart is broken,
Cleaved in half,
And shattered in two
And I try so hard
To keep the pain
In my eyes
From shining through
My home is a house
Empty and bare
Sometimes Id rather
Than be alone when Im there.
I like to walk down
Drink in the colors
That distract my eyes.
I ignore the estranging
Stares and the glares
BellsBellsBells7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They found her like that,
Bloody hands that fought for freedom
Forever gouged into the coffin lid.
She was claustrophobic in life, but
Seemingly even more so in death..
Always so expressive were
Splayed wide open, her last moments
Spent searching for freedom in the dark,
Hungering for air that was
Unattainable six feet below the surface
The cord, attached so delicately
To what was thought to be a corpse
Was found frayed and detached from what lead
To the bell that rest beyond the surface
A bell, so innocent an item,
The life of a child,
Unknowingly buried alive
Begs for your song,
But without the attention
Of an audience
What good is your voice?
Wastebasket DreamsDandelion hair and cotton candy lipsWastebasket Dreams7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You dont have to yell
Blue ruffles trimmed in pink lace and eyes like dark chocolate chips
Doll houses for make-believe and books of Once upon a times
I can hear you
Rainbow colored crayons and silly giggled rhymes
Smothered in sweet kisses and tight loving hugs
Your hurting me
Soft whimpering cries when teased with harmless little bugs
But for this child, those are just wastebasket dreams
All just a fairytale for her it seems
Knotted dark locks and lips cracked and dry
A tattered Mickey Mouse shirt and eyes that always cry
Thread worn bear clenched beneath a small arm
No! please not in there
Rip paged books hidden from further harm
Covered in bruises of black and blue
Let me out!
Ignored screams and hiccupping cries are nothing new
A thread worn bear clenched with cold little arms behind a locked door
This GirlThis Girl10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
There once was this girl, and everyone loved her.
She wasn't all that pretty, or the most popular, or the one everyone asked advice from, but she still had their love. Perhaps it was in the way she talked, the way nothing on her mind was left unsaid. Maybe it was the way everyone felt they could be totally honest with her and she would accept it all for what it was.
She didn't know. Every night, when the street lights were on and the stars shone, she stared and wondered why things were the way they were. Never had it occurred to her that she had the power to change whatever came her way. She always saw things for what they were now.
Stuffed inside the corner of her mind, this girl found a place to hide. A place where the world worked exactly as she wanted, when she wanted. A place where she was finally the star that everyone could love for a true reason.
Even though she hid in this world whenever she could, reality still claimed her and her mind. A place slowly darkening, she wa