.Free..Free.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once youre finally free
Theres no going back
When you see the person you can be
You can get your life back on track
Once your wings finally appear
You can see the world so much more clear
When the drugs no longer hold you down
Youre no longer lost, but finally found
Once you move forward
Tell your enemies goodbye
Your voice can finally be heard
Escaping all the lies
Cleanse the evil
Get rid of all the negative
So you can finally live
Once youre finally free
You can find everything you need
Pain of Old LovePain of Old Love9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You ripped my wings away from me,
As I was flying up so very high.
Stabbed me with a broken blade,
After I fell from the darkening sky.
Yet now you say you still love me,
But there is no way I can believe you.
What was once a perfect dream,
Came a nightmare that has become true.
All of my fondest memories of you,
Found at the bottom of my heart buried in dust.
With all of those smiles and laughter,
Fell too my undying trust.
You were once an angel to me,
But now you're someone I no longer knew.
You once told me you'd always love me,
But hell I guess thats in the dust too.
Nobody offers to hold me in the night,
When it was you that made me cry.
Now it hurts to put things behind,
And to tell you my final goodbye.
I'll lock the door to my heart,
hide the key under the tears I cried.
I'm blind and alone in this world now,
Now that I've emotionally died.
Inner FeelingsI'm killing myself slowlyInner Feelings7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not another calorie shall pass my lips
The trace of bones is beautiful
When I can see my ribs and hips
To rid myself of hate
And all these jumbled feelings
That keep my mind awake
Want to go to sleep forever
Stop this beating of my heart
Forget all these thoughts and memories
Still tearing me apart
Doctors try to help me
Therapists don't really care
People in the street look at me
With their long icy glares
I had a love once
Abandoned me without a trace
But it's ok, really
It's not like I deserved his grace
Want to escape it all
But there's no where to run
I cannot run away from my head
My heart has become so numb
So, you want to know how I feel?
Read this poem with sharpened eyes
Now, you'll see that when I said I'm fine
It was really just a....lie
Angels In The DarkAngels In The Dark9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wonder how it could be,
That I can find such angels in the dark.
It is not the ones easiest seen that I love,
But those you find along your path in life.
They do not hold up a lantern for you,
But a candle that lives so fiercely.
Knowing the candle may go out,
Yet its still as fragile as your may be.
These angels do not sing of harmony,
But they whisper words of encouragement.
They are there when you need them the most,
You just have to open your eyes to find them.
Nor do they have beautiful wings,
They are not perfect in every way.
Some may not have a home,
Living in the faces of the poor people.
The angels that wait so patiently,
Are your friends and loved ones.
Sometimes I just wonder how it is,
That I find my angels... in the dark.
Van HalenThe concert I didnt go to.Van Halen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and theyre growing older.
A reunion that wasnt supposed to happen. But it
did, incredibly enough. Even better;
David Lee Roth had come back miraculously
into the limelight
Its winter, but barely. I laze
around the house in photographs and pixels.
My parents work together,
but the cheap cash never seems to be enough. So,
he asks me how much; hed pay.
The tickets, I mean. I said
no, I couldnt
go even if I had the cash;
I couldnt let him pay.
So we didnt go.
I have been left with this little burden
some kind of
blinding anxiety, some kind of
crippling fear; a weakness
that keeps me in close proximity to home
so that Im not aware
of true fulfillment, or what I missed
because its just me versus myself, isnt it?
Van Halen will be gone again soon.
Im not weak-hearted,
thank you very much,
but neither am I strong. Maybe
it is the best
night of my life. Mike
at my s
The Original Stories of KISS 2The Original Stories of KISS 23 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ace Frehley and his anti-gravity boots.
In the early years of KISS starting out Ace had these awesome anti-gravity boots which enabled him to walk on walls and ceilings.
So one day Ace was going to meet up with Peter at his apartment. When Peter came through the door he didn't know he was on the ceiling.
"Ace! Ace you home?" Peter goes to take a nap on his couch.
*stifled giggles from Ace*
"Well I guess he's not here." Peter goes to take a nap on his couch.
Just as Peter falls asleep, Ace creeps across the ceiling to stand over Peter.
*a few minutes later*
"Well f--- I have to piss"
Walks across ceiling to the bathroom doorway.
Jumps off the ceiling onto the floor, doing cat-like spin, so he lands on his feet.
*another few short minutes later*
"Peter! Peter! Wake up!" he yells at him from the ceiling.
"What? What's going on?!"
"Peter, up here!" Peter looks up.
"F--- you Ace. Your an asshole!"
*insert Ace's amazing laugh here*
*Sometime that week or something like that*
RomanceRomance10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Comfy, ripped, baggy T-shirt and boxers
Twisted, and tangled up in sweaty sheets
Tear streaked pillows covered in snarled hair
Soaked to the skin in a cold, sweaty fear
Sad thoughts churning the waters of her mind
Manifested shadows on her wall weep
Nothing stands untouched by the wave of tears
She has neither guide, nor compass to show
Her to the golden beach of quiet sleep
An electric nightlight guards her nightmares
It's not a demon who stalks her mind
Only a memory that doesn't exist
Of something that was never real
And a scar from a wound that isn't there
From feelings of someone who doesn't care
Dancing with the ProphetsDancing with the prophetsDancing with the Prophets9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
living, tarrying, remaining in their company.
Words that breathe, pulsate with vitality,
expressions that create, lyrics that rejuvenate
dwell in the connections and interactions
that pass continually between the members
of this body of peculiar souls.
A Spirit dwells among them,
no mere result of their collective presence,
but a persistent permeating intention
that nurtures and ripens an enlightened cognizance
in the experience and understanding
of each soul whose countenance
is woven into the fabric of their assembly.
They comprise a carriage of being,
a demeanor of presence so vital
to be overcome by no force of kings,
by no might nor machinery of state;
for this gathering of eccentric outcasts
establishes in their presence an atmosphere
that continually whispers to each soul
re-memberings of who he is,
re-embodyings of the acceptance
in which she is held.
None can walk among them
without growing pregnant with the fruit
of this enabling, entrusting, empower
Oblivion - A Star Trek storySinking into oblivionOblivion - A Star Trek story7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Captain James Tiberius Kirk was having a bad day. He was used to hard decisions of life and death, of war and peace. He knew the immense responsibility that laid upon his shoulders and he knew how great price he had to pay at times and again. Bot now, everything seemed dark, black as the very space his Starship Enterprise was flying through.
Kirk was a starship Captain, some considered him a talented one, some even a hero. For Kirk, now everything mattered not. He was angry, so much that he envied his first officer Spock for his Vulcan nerves. Yes, the Vulcan could always get a grip on himself, but not Kirk. Not after he has heard Admiral Yamamotos message which arrived two hours ago on a top priority subspace channel. According to the message, the Federation could not risk a war with the Klingon Empire under the present conditions. In order to avoid the war, the Federation had to give away the newly discovered border planet Taa-3 to the Klingons, a planet o
Gods Don't Use ClocksAsymmetrical applause of artilleryGods Don't Use Clocks6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Skies stained black with the smoke
Mud ground into the treads of boots
Orders shouted into the stinking air
Engine whirr and choke of tracks
Cracks of gunfire calling papa papa...
The sole white feather spirals down
Fails to be heard among the din
Crimson stained by the savage men
Rueful landing behind the enemy lines
Ground into the dirt by running feet
Just as have the shower of siblings
Pouring tides from the heaven above
Flak fired up in a stream of smoggy puffs
Winged steeds and angels scream
Consumed by the words of a machine
The choirs up there take another tone
A bygone golden age is laid to rest
Catch Me Before I FallCatch me before I fallCatch Me Before I Fall11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But it's too late
For I have already fallen
Hit so hard my body cracked
My heart shattered within
Shutting myself down
Closing up to others
My silence forever kept
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
My horrors now revealed
You're gone forever
And I'm standing here alone
Lost and foresaken
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
My visions now hazed
Coldness seeping in
Freezing my internal organs
Lost in time and space
Frozen expressions of sadness
No longer do I exist
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
For I have already fallen
Hit so hard I died in an instant
Salvation or ForfeitAn army marches on it's stomachSalvation or Forfeit6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Acid dew slowly chewing the shoes
Baby bare feet that crush cilia to dust
They sometimes fall into the sticky mush
Slipping over when they try to get up
Their last meal wallowing in the muck
Oh, and you'll one day be consumed
Youthful years are thrown away
Thick black tar and stinking nectar
Hunched over with a worn in back
No-one to blame, nowhere to look
As they melt away swiftly into fat
March on and on, stick in the pack
Aha, its all down to you, its true
A real stud now, an anachronism
In a fast car, with a supermodel
With grey hairs all poking through
And she's really actually in love
Long as between the coughs
Someone's out of pocket, coughing up
Uh oh, we all know who's the fool
Here comes the parade from downtown
Wearing the uniform they wore before
Sticks and claws, wheels in fours
Muttering and mumbling numbly away
Sayin' if their memories were workin'
They'd tell ya about those good old days
Umm, are you saying its time to go?
An army lies up
Toybench: beginnings chapter 2Toybench: beginnings chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It all began on one fateful night. Victoria's father, Henry Clemins, was hard at work; making and mending toys. Like always, Victoria busied herself doing the tasks that her father asked of her. On Henry's workbench lay the shattered remains of a china doll. A thick coat of grime covered the doll's skin; the paint was faded and chipped. He wanted to fix it; shattered or not it still could be restored to its former glory. Yet his work kept him from doing it. He sighed in disappointment.
"Father, what's the matter?"
He lifted his head to look his daughter in the eye, "This doll."
"If it's causing you so much grief then why keep it; it's of no value now."
He gathered the pieces and then wrapped them in a cloth. "I want you to mend her."
"But Father, I haven't-" Before she could continue he placed the doll in her arms while giving her a stern look.
Let there be sweet music. I.Let there be sweet musicLet there be sweet music. I.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"More coffee Professor?" asked the petite blonde.
"Ummm." he replied without lifting his head from the journal.
"You shouldn't drink so much coffee."
"Ummm...yes Clare you're right. You're always right."
He placed his pen on the large desk and arched back in his beaten leather chair, removed his glasses and rubbed the palms of his hands over his face and eyes.
He chuckled, "You're always right Clare...but I love coffee, and there are so few things left to love these days."
"Ahh, he's in one of those moods." She thought
"I'm glad you recognize my value Professor." She smiled down at him while replacing the sterling coffee pot on its tray.
He took her hand in his and patted it gently. "I always know your value." He told her, releasing her hand.
She moved to the opposite side of the desk and sat in one of the worn leather chairs and sipped her own coffee.
"Let's go sit in the garden. We don't use it enough." She took another sip.
"You're going to nag me abou
Walls Grow ThinAs hoursWalls Grow Thin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the air
to ears familiar
what can never
HerHerHer7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He walked into the darkness without bothering to turn on the light. Everything was exactly where it should be. He sat on the bench and pulled a drag on his cigarette then placed in the crystal ashtray he knew was there. He ran his fingers through his gray but still thick hair and then placed them on the keys.
His touch was light and gentle as if touching the naked back of a lover caressing. The theme yielded and began to flow from the huge instrument slowly, not wishing to give up its secret to quickly. Softly he moved it forward but neither leading nor being lead, allowing it to find its own course, its own resolution. He became the conduit for the music to live. And as the music began to find its center, its purpose, its animus so to he found his.
He closed his eyes and let the massive fugue move freely as he knew the towering figure of the great Bach and done centuries before. The piano rumbled forth the chords as if they were rooted in the earth itself. He thundered a
Vampire LustI do not care that I've caused you pain,Vampire Lust11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul is the river, and blood is the rain.
These final days, I spend in isolation
Numb is my body, lying here in the dark
All pleasures are lost that once flowed through these veins.
And there's a hunger for your blood
That drives me insane.
Ghost Of A MaidenIt's the end of an eraGhost Of A Maiden7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another soul sold
To thou who is judging
Our rise and our fall
Another life graven
Another vessel deemed
Too unsuitable to live
Or so it had seemed
Another raven does call
At the merciless door
Of the beggar and rich man
And the tales of myth and folklore
The ghost of a maiden
Hair flaxen like straw
Lies cold in waiting
For once and ever more
Don't believe what you hear
When they say it's a lie
History speaks drapes of truth
That many race of man deny
Like an iced pearl to the touch
And cold to the bone
Walks the ghost of the maiden
Living in histories truths, alone
Painful SilencePainful Silence10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The quiet whispers that sneak past,
Pulling at my deaf little ears.
I only wish that you could speak to me,
And tell me what I have done.
The weight that sits on my shoulders,
Eyes that can not reach your attention.
I just do not understand anymore,
How you could look past my feelings.
Did you not see the tears that have fallen,
The ones that have dried on my shirt so long ago.
Have you not heard the pain in my whispers,
When I asked for you to speak to me.
In reality all I ever wanted to do in my life,
Was to feel the same love that I have given.
I wanted to rid these cracks in my heart,
Before my crystal glass heart shatters once again.
I never really wanted to fall in love with anyone,
And now that I have fallen I'm afraid.
I do not want to lose this love that I have learned,
Yet I feel my heart sinking into the darkness again.
Should I find a way to lift it once more,
Or allow it to rest at the bottom of the abyss.
This silence that is between us now,
Keeps pushing me deeper within
Seven Deadly SinsDodge Tool (Excessive use of the dodge tool)Seven Deadly Sins7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Myspace picture (Taking self portraits with a camera in a Myspace fashion)
Tracing (Tracing any pictures of any art)
Kiribans (Creating Kiribans for your page)
Flaming (Bashing other deviants blatanlty)
Nonments (Excessive non-helpful comments when deviants ask for it)
Favorbiltz (Excessive favoring of work of a specific deviant even when there is no reason as indicated by the deviant/shape of the art work)