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alone.

a

alone.

who is your god? your biggest mystery? where is your hero when all you have left is your misery? the endless nights soaking in cathode rays your eyes start to burn when you couldn't cry anymore screen goes black your heart stops beating you've never felt so empty as colours fade into your past stop mourning and come with me perhaps we can start over get the records spinning again make beautiful music without the black and white paint ourselves pretty pictures and sing into the night but for now pointless words fill our souls for until we find each other we are all alone.

portrait of a fractured soul

p

portrait of a fractured soul

i struggle to put reason to why some people can just string words together to make something beautiful yet i lie here, slowly suffocating my muse wondering if any of this makes any sense i wait for my cue yet i do not know what that is is it the passing girl to my left? or the dusty footprints i make upon this barren land? cigarette trails and cathode rays do me no good they slowly suck the life out of me 1991 on my doorstep, and still no train to chase i guess knowing myself will be the death of me shakespeare can't save me, and neither can hemmingway orwell and atwood tell tales that men say are the "truth" but i have not foun

the fallen boy

t

the fallen boy

the paint drips gently from your eyes concealing the fragile skin underneath masking the beauty i have yet to know i can tell openness isn't your style you turn your head as the raven calls blind to my shadow, you turned to the moon swallowed the mirrors off your back and let the shards infest your heart but yet this darkness intrigues me the way you climbed upon that black horse of yours how stormclouds follow your every move and the way you destroy things i won't be your knight in shining armor for you are no damsel in distress you seem to enjoy your current state riding on, succumbing to your fate waiting for your dark eyes

burning lights of tokyo

b

burning lights of tokyo

lost in the sheets ghosts of lovers past as the snowflakes fell we danced on thin ice wondering when the dream would end hands held tight kept us from falling our hearts imprisoned we stared at empty souls secretly praying it would come through it was getting colder our fingers getting number lips carved with silence neither of us could speak hoping we wouldn't let go gramophone in the distance playing our favourite song we moved through the night caressed the fireflies that fluttered in our hearts then stars began to fall melting the ice below falling into our graves burning lights of tokyo in the distance it was time

paper cranes.

p

paper cranes.

married to the window sills of your first-floor balcony late that night, i watched the stars creep right underneath your skin smiled as i tried to recall your name tried to stare into your big bright eyes the ones that spun the tales of the universe but the words began to fail me you buried your head into your pillow lost in your forest of dreams, you lived out mine memories shattered like broken glass concience torn apart into tatters fear and doubt ate through my porcelain heart mourning what wasn't even there gently weeping, i was gone in a flash dazed in dreams living under storm clouds i wondered about all the rain outsid

radio.

r

radio.

that big black cloud hanging over me tossed my soul straight into the sea you asked me why the sky was falling i said no reason, i just forgot my umbrella take me back to nineteen nintey-one where the stars weren't drowned by the city lights open fields bursting with scarecrows to kill and birds that flew in circles, not knowing where to go when did the raindrops start falling how is it that they fall only over me? answers to questions hidden in the stars drifting endlessy in the place called home what can be decided for our souls traversing the streets like fallen ghosts hearts all made out of cellophane eyes carved out of sty

distance

d

distance

streetlights in the night and whispers in the dark telling stories passed in the wind there's nowhere to stay tonight send a postcard from your heart in this faraway place black horses dance with destiny under the canopy of the universe the distant stars of the show never made it to the stage worried how you would react if seven seas stood between us perhaps even whole solar systems hurry hurry, give me a call my voice is only a touch away i was never one for words perhaps you can sing instead to keep my heart beating when the days and nights are long anchor my soul from floating into darnkess i'll fall into your bed and

lights

l

lights

seven weeks of madness driving down this dusty road i see life in your eyes lighting bonfires in empty fields we're too young to die here to the songs of our fleeting youth we sang along like little children into the night we danced into darkness burning scarecrows along the way when our van ran out of gas staring at the stars, we made crop circles the warmth of our hearts was all we had left listening to the nightsongs that kept us from dying we continuned to sing like little children as we watched reality slip beyond our reach as the last midnight approaches we still search the paths we have left to tread with only the flee

shreds.

s

shreds.

time passes as memories tear me to shreds find another thread to hold me together knit me a heart that will never break tie the strings that will keep our souls together weave the fabric that will keep us warm tonight waste not another night if we fall, then we fall together like the days we searched for those empty streetlights skipping stones by the light of the moon singing on the streets, we pressed on. undress the facade that hides this feeling keep your words in my face i can still feel you in my blood i can still trace the lines of your face, hear my name coming from your lips i can still remember when you knew my name

ghost.

g

ghost.

her soul searches for an oasis she knows does not exist her body and mind a shell of what they used to be pins and needles prick at her concience yet her nerves seem to be playing the same song over again like trying to read words on a page without direction comprehension of who she is, is ever so elusive her dress glides blissfully like the ghost of her soul as she traverses beautifully through the fringes of existence beyond her eyes a world of feeling awaits deep in the bowels of her heart beats a horror story an ocean of emotion flows in her beautiful blood as the ground trembles at the sight of her feet like atoms in a molecu
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alone.

a

alone.

who is your god? your biggest mystery? where is your hero when all you have left is your misery? the endless nights soaking in cathode rays your eyes start to burn when you couldn't cry anymore screen goes black your heart stops beating you've never felt so empty as colours fade into your past stop mourning and come with me perhaps we can start over get the records spinning again make beautiful music without the black and white paint ourselves pretty pictures and sing into the night but for now pointless words fill our souls for until we find each other we are all alone.

portrait of a fractured soul

p

portrait of a fractured soul

i struggle to put reason to why some people can just string words together to make something beautiful yet i lie here, slowly suffocating my muse wondering if any of this makes any sense i wait for my cue yet i do not know what that is is it the passing girl to my left? or the dusty footprints i make upon this barren land? cigarette trails and cathode rays do me no good they slowly suck the life out of me 1991 on my doorstep, and still no train to chase i guess knowing myself will be the death of me shakespeare can't save me, and neither can hemmingway orwell and atwood tell tales that men say are the "truth" but i have not foun

the fallen boy

t

the fallen boy

the paint drips gently from your eyes concealing the fragile skin underneath masking the beauty i have yet to know i can tell openness isn't your style you turn your head as the raven calls blind to my shadow, you turned to the moon swallowed the mirrors off your back and let the shards infest your heart but yet this darkness intrigues me the way you climbed upon that black horse of yours how stormclouds follow your every move and the way you destroy things i won't be your knight in shining armor for you are no damsel in distress you seem to enjoy your current state riding on, succumbing to your fate waiting for your dark eyes

burning lights of tokyo

b

burning lights of tokyo

lost in the sheets ghosts of lovers past as the snowflakes fell we danced on thin ice wondering when the dream would end hands held tight kept us from falling our hearts imprisoned we stared at empty souls secretly praying it would come through it was getting colder our fingers getting number lips carved with silence neither of us could speak hoping we wouldn't let go gramophone in the distance playing our favourite song we moved through the night caressed the fireflies that fluttered in our hearts then stars began to fall melting the ice below falling into our graves burning lights of tokyo in the distance it was time

paper cranes.

p

paper cranes.

married to the window sills of your first-floor balcony late that night, i watched the stars creep right underneath your skin smiled as i tried to recall your name tried to stare into your big bright eyes the ones that spun the tales of the universe but the words began to fail me you buried your head into your pillow lost in your forest of dreams, you lived out mine memories shattered like broken glass concience torn apart into tatters fear and doubt ate through my porcelain heart mourning what wasn't even there gently weeping, i was gone in a flash dazed in dreams living under storm clouds i wondered about all the rain outsid

radio.

r

radio.

that big black cloud hanging over me tossed my soul straight into the sea you asked me why the sky was falling i said no reason, i just forgot my umbrella take me back to nineteen nintey-one where the stars weren't drowned by the city lights open fields bursting with scarecrows to kill and birds that flew in circles, not knowing where to go when did the raindrops start falling how is it that they fall only over me? answers to questions hidden in the stars drifting endlessy in the place called home what can be decided for our souls traversing the streets like fallen ghosts hearts all made out of cellophane eyes carved out of sty

distance

d

distance

streetlights in the night and whispers in the dark telling stories passed in the wind there's nowhere to stay tonight send a postcard from your heart in this faraway place black horses dance with destiny under the canopy of the universe the distant stars of the show never made it to the stage worried how you would react if seven seas stood between us perhaps even whole solar systems hurry hurry, give me a call my voice is only a touch away i was never one for words perhaps you can sing instead to keep my heart beating when the days and nights are long anchor my soul from floating into darnkess i'll fall into your bed and

lights

l

lights

seven weeks of madness driving down this dusty road i see life in your eyes lighting bonfires in empty fields we're too young to die here to the songs of our fleeting youth we sang along like little children into the night we danced into darkness burning scarecrows along the way when our van ran out of gas staring at the stars, we made crop circles the warmth of our hearts was all we had left listening to the nightsongs that kept us from dying we continuned to sing like little children as we watched reality slip beyond our reach as the last midnight approaches we still search the paths we have left to tread with only the flee

ghost.

g

ghost.

her soul searches for an oasis she knows does not exist her body and mind a shell of what they used to be pins and needles prick at her concience yet her nerves seem to be playing the same song over again like trying to read words on a page without direction comprehension of who she is, is ever so elusive her dress glides blissfully like the ghost of her soul as she traverses beautifully through the fringes of existence beyond her eyes a world of feeling awaits deep in the bowels of her heart beats a horror story an ocean of emotion flows in her beautiful blood as the ground trembles at the sight of her feet like atoms in a molecu

be calm.

b

be calm.

the night was old and restless, a hunger kicking the sheets off the bed in search of something to kill the noise. red and blue lights electrifying the cold stale air tingling through to the toes, interrupting a tug on the curtains and the pacing motion of settling into slumber. bottles clink, tent city celebrates. bicycles rush down the street, darting and weaving like yellow and black schools of fish dangerously close to the edge of the reef. pausing to change the channel, a sudden brightness explodes onto the scene. flickering against the tip of her tongue something without any grounds for being there. a tomorrow forgotten lo

route 66.

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route 66.

a chance encounter with something real something that has no name or meaning time doesn't stand still, that's far too cliche, far too ridiculous. time sprang forward about thirty feet and the world titled 43 degrees to the left. what was true? the world was something shiny and new. like a bad stephanie meyer book, my heart lept from my chest. "who are you to tell me I am nothing in this world?" "the world works in mysterious ways, someone had to tell you" the wind huged the curves of my body but there was a softness to the air. "if you and I were the last two people in the world would things be different?" his laughter was infe

Spotlight

burning lights of tokyo

b

burning lights of tokyo

lost in the sheets ghosts of lovers past as the snowflakes fell we danced on thin ice wondering when the dream would end hands held tight kept us from falling our hearts imprisoned we stared at empty souls secretly praying it would come through it was getting colder our fingers getting number lips carved with silence neither of us could speak hoping we wouldn't let go gramophone in the distance playing our favourite song we moved through the night caressed the fireflies that fluttered in our hearts then stars began to fall melting the ice below falling into our graves burning lights of tokyo in the distance it was time
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Favourite genre of music: indie, folk/rock, britpop,

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a fine frenzy, kt tunstall, stars, coeur de pirate

i was dreaming at 4am

i was dreaming at 4am

piano playing at 4 am performing the midnight melody the raven sings a lullaby and i still don't know where i am will you be my ghost? moonlight shines on the grandfather clock time tells all tales as the raven calls the mysterious violin in the distance beckons me to my grave will you be my ghost? sad soul call my name tell me who i really am every third note the owl hoots every note my heart skips a beat will you be my ghost? i sing to mirrors now mirror mirror feed my soul mirror mirror fill my heart mirror mirror will you be my ghost? burn this score so i can stop playing burn these memories with fireflies so i can g

a bedtime story

a bedtime story

you drove home in the dead of night in your little vespa down the country road blind to the journey ahead of you laid your head down on the dashboard wishing you were sober i volunteered to be your muse but instead you chose me to be your ghost a role so easy to play, it was pathetic as i could see straight through your soul into that twisted mind of yours and what you really were inside looks like your lies jammed the gas pedal you have nowhere else to go searching for that exit sign in the dsitance forgot the midsummer nights spent under magnolia trees hope you have a nice brick wall to crash into perhaps that would satisfy

on second thought...

on second thought...

maybe i'll just fold paper cranes for the rest of my life...

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Happy belated birthday :)
hey, I am Emily. I am not sure where I know you from, but it doesn't matter. Your photography is absolutely amazing. Anyhoo, I am doing a blog [link] and it's about arts in the gta. I would love for you to photograph and write for us. It's just starting out now, and were hoping to gain interest as we go. Let me know if your interested.
Absolutely I would be interested!

I'm glad you enjoy my photography! Any details as anything specific you want me to do?!

:D
hey sorry dude if you got back on AIM, i had to go to sleep :(
In case I don't see you on AIM before you go camping, I'm dying to tell you that my dad found his old Asahi Pentax-ME film SLR camera in the attic. I still can't believe you were right when you thought my parents probably had an SLR somewhere xD

I've got three rolls of film to play with, if I can find a development place. My brother thinks I'm going to learn how to use a darkroom :P
AHHH OH MY GOD. Haha I replied to your inbox!!!!!! so much to say!