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Because, luff.At the time so it was then,
I never knew.
Never quite knew what it was,
what it was, that you were.
But now I do know, that yes there was something,
a something shining deeply in your teasing eyes.
Enough to throw me astray, and know that there was no one but you.
No one ever but you.
And no water could shine brighter than mine when gazing at you.
You were silly,
you were sincere,
and you captured me, that much is clear.
And now your eyes are what follow mine,
trailing ever which way,
like stars lost in so vast a sky.
Endless dances in the strangest of ways.
In all of the world, I still never knew.
That you are what I had, what I never knew.
What was mine all along,
because oh because, I'll fall for you over and over again.
And If You Can't Sleep.Fuel the lessened fire, not quite blazing
As the snow is falling, let its warmth seep into you,
warming your skin, your frail heart.
Your smile though ever slight, fuels the love I feel.
So warm, in a world as damned as it is cold.
And yet there is your love, lessened as the fire, not quite blazing.
As ever slight it is, the slightest touch will warm me.
And when you can't sleep, I'll hold you tight.
Cradled in my dying arms.
It is all I can do in a world as damned as it is cold.
Unrequited Love.I stand alone, easily
watching fast, so easily
the slowing snow,
that which falls,
as you've always done before.
Like shards of glass, serenity,
In memories, I do see,
shining in ubiquity.
A vista of frosted memory.
A saddened smile claims my face,
glimpsing more of innocent days,
when you indeed were so mine,
borrowed here within my rhyme.
And every second we're apart,
I feel it there within my heart,
the connection there in which we feel,
the broken ties that are not real.
And every moment that I feel,
will never quite feel so real,
as that moment there in time,
fully gone, was never mine.
The snow it grazes slowly past,
for we're connected in its,
So I will gather borrowed lights,
and then take off towards the skies.
For all you'll be is memories,
doused in sully, painted lies.
Gentle soft, lullabies.
Remnants of my aging mind,
your quiet kiss was never mine,
for you're what ended my own life.
Oblivioanic Fault.Without the hint of your desireable flaws,
how deep then would perfection run?
How far would the stars ensue trail,
before falling away into nothing,
spiraling away into a liquified oblivion of their own making.
How intensely would your eyes then search,
grazing keenly for all the answers I will never know?
And how swiftly will you go,
when the fault of oblivion does reveal itself.
But Dream It All Away.Find the solace in your tears,
dripping down throughout the years.
to quench and seize your sully fears.
And freeze it all away.
The moon drips beyond your sight,
liquid swollen in the night,
melting sweet your golden kiss.
My heart it is, you'll truly miss.
But dream it all away.
Sweep Me Off and Away.Memory quake.
Shake the feel away.
Numb it all to me,
in each and every way.
Treat me with your time,
and the lingering of your touch,
the trailing of your eyes,
which can never stray from mine.
In all your lopsided grandeur,
trap me in your lure.
Guide me here,
I'm high on the life you weave.
Kiss the life of me away,
chase the trail come dawn.
Hold me down into the night,
and for you I'll surely fawn.
I trust you,
now with me will you take this leap?
Seal me in this time and place.
Lock me in your loves embrace.
Steal it all away,
melt me to my core of nothing.
Create of me what is never something.
The Painted Glass.If I had all the mirrors in the world,
I would paint them all black.
I would make them dull,
so that no one could,
ever see you crack.
There would be nothing so exact,
nor in your eyes what was to be seen.
For I could never unsee,
what it is you truly see.
I know deep inside you are you,
I know exactly why.
I watch the things you do,
and silently I cry.
For things that are broken,
for the things I left unsaid.
For the silent words unspoken,
for the part of me thats dead.
But even if the mirrors paint,
all your flaws away.
Forever I am cursed to see,
all my thoughts astray.
You are the moon, I know
the shine you have, it never dulls.
The glow you have will never die,
even though you're dead inside.
These mirrors will show you the beauty you have,
the beauty you've never wanted.
And hopefully you then will know,
why it is I'm always haunted.
The Myth of the Moon.You are the moon,
and shine you surely do.
Your patience is intriguing,
your shadows fill the night.
And all my power receding,
to the depth of blackened white.
Never forget your past,
for you know of what you are.
Never forget what it is to feel,
for surely you're but a star,
which shines so dimly in the night.
Mythical dreams give way,
and send the demons away.
Lunar Espeon.Tilt your head, little one.
Look into my eyes.
Bestow your feline grace,
and please do not disguise,
what it is you sincerely feel.
Remember what is real.
And all the quiet spun in thunder,
will arise and give to plunder.
They do undermine,
they do not see.
They are blinded,
to what you are to me.
Though you are a dream,
though you are not-
please do not forget,
what will be forgot.
When you look to me,
please try to recall,
the whisper of power within,
the psychic in your gall.
or maybe it actually is.this
a love poem:
this is not about
me and how i hate
the way realism tastes.
this is about you.
this is about how you
are one too many shades arrogant,
how nearly every night you
try to forget that time has
left you behind. this is
about your laugh and the way it
whispers "i can't remember
what i was like before i
became this." and,
if i'm being honest, this is about
how i will never see your too
cocky for your own damn good grin that
makes me go weak in the knees.
this is about you
and how you're not real and how i wish
to god that i wasn't either.
WomanA story behind her eyes
A dream on her lips
Waiting to be said,
Waiting to be true.
A voice from heart.
A lovely sound.
You're so tender,
So simple and complicated.
Spontaneous and shy.
Silent and talkative.
Serious and funny.
Always in love.
Tears rolling down for an illusion.
Eyes looking up missing somebody.
Letters never sent.
A heart that never sleeps.
You are so beautiful
Even when you feel you're the ugliest one.
You are a princess
Even when you feel nobody cares of you.
You are a goddess
Even when years painted lines on your face.
A sweet strength
A reason to love.
StoryA man on a corner with a dirty look
Telling a story written in no book
A thousand times told in form of a verse
But never to the one he loved the most
A woman on a corner with a gloomy look
Listening to the story written in no book
A thousand times told in form of a verse
Didn’t know the woman she was loved the most
A cat on a corner with a cunning look
Listening to the story written in no book
A thousand times told in form of a verse
It was the time of the day it loved the most
A stone on a corner with a cold look
Waiting for the man to finish his book
A thousand years passed and no one cared
For the rock on the corner or the story of the man
FIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTASFIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTAS
¡Ahora lo que casi nadie espera que sucederá!
Una lagrima broto de sus ojos, trato de detener con persistencia las que le seguían…-no…¡Esto no ha acabado!-
Entre de nuevo en la casa del árbol, definitivamente esa tal Fionna me esta haciendo enfadar de nuevo, no entiendo como es que hace para que esa mirada y esa voz llena de compasión puedan penetrar en lo profundo de mi ser, me hace sentir extraño es como si quisiera estar a su lado y protegerla, ¿pero porque la protegería?, tiene una fuerza bruta inmensamente mortal, claro que eso no lo admitiré nunca por supuesto, pero cuando lucho sola contra mi y me venció baje de las nubes, nunca pensé que un humano pudiese vencerme, ella lo hizo posible.
No se que es lo que le ve al dulce chicle afeminado, digo, por favor, el no puede defenderse por si solo, además de que es un completo cobarde, ¿como i
How To LoveNext time you're laying in bed trying to fall asleep, call your girl and tell her you love her. Say it over and over and talk to her until she falls asleep with the phone in her hand. Tell her you love her before you hang up, even though you know she can't hear you. When you see her next, whether it be at school, at work, or even at her house, kiss her with meaning. Don't be afraid to kiss your girl in front of your friends and family. Show her that you aren't above that and you're not ashamed. Offer your jacket to her when it's cold and insist she take it, no matter how cold you really are. Send her flowers when she's sick and you can't be there, and cuddle with her when you can without caring if you catch what she has. Call her after work or school just to make sure she got home safely, even though you watched her walk in the front door. Lay down your jacket in a puddle so her $100 shoes don't get wrecked, even if your jacket costs $300. Send her flowers even if she isn't sick becaus
Tears of GlassI wish I had someone to comfort now
like the girl staring back from the mirror-
I would whisper my love and hold her hand-
I would soak up her tears and find her smile.
But I can’t dry tears that are made of glass-
I can’t hear lovers’ words that are my own.
There is no one here who will hold me close,
and no companion I can charm to smile.
The only girl with whom I share sorrow
stares back from the mirror with tears of glass.
A Bisexual Poem.A Bisexual poem
Some people like men
Some people like women
Some may like the same genders of themselves
Some also like both
Liking both genders is being bisexual
I'm bisexual myself
No, i'm not ashamed of it
I'm proud of it
All bisexuals should proud of it
It's just who we are
Some people may accept us
And some people may not
If they don't like bisexuals, just forget about them
If they do like bisexuals, be their friend
I'm proud to be bisexual
You should be too.
Leaving TulsaGuitar strings marked your palms,
tattooing lyrics onto your skin
and making it glow like italic rust.
Garrett, would you have called me
over to your favorite spot
in the mountains
if you'd known that I was just as
lost as those scared rabbits,
running away from a dust storm?
Boy, I didn't expect to fall
prey to your September eyes
but that's exactly what happened.
And I never thought
we'd have anything in common,
let alone a strange
fire burning a hole in our sides;
our protective shells like Lego houses.
The thrill of wanderlust
rushed through our veins
as we sat, sipping cokes with rum
at a little soiled dove
bar in Tulsa on the weekends.
We talked about the places
we'd see if we ever
were to leave home,
sharing made-up fantasies
about running down gypsy roads
with backpacks strapped
to our bodies and wildflowers
melting in our cheeks
as we blushed under
a bourgeois European sun.
Boy, you smiled like you
couldn't wait to defy gravity
and I felt sorry that
your family didn't see
If...If these boundaries and borders didn't exist,
my thoughts would be less fogy and without any mist.
If we didn't belong to different cultures and religions,
it wouldn't be difficult for me to take these decisions.
If these differences and distances could disappear,
I would be diagnosed with happiness and no sign of fear.
If these restrictions and limitations could vanish,
all my stress and tensions would suddenly diminish.
If we hadn't confessed our love for each other,
would you still care for me, would you still bother ?
If we hadn't met at all,
I wouldn't be so confident and stand so tall.
If I was as mature as you and you as immature as me,
we both could let go of these feelings and set each other free.
If you were as tangled as me and me as untangled as you,
I'll accept that this is not an illusion and your love for me is true.
If I didn't smile whenever I missed you,
and look in the mirror to capture the astonishing view.
If all this was just a sweet dream or may be a bluff,
A Smile, Perchance.Shake the folly away, my dear.
Shake it all away.
For it's just fun and games, I say.
It's just fun and games.
You're the riddle to my fiddle, sweet.
And play sweet songs you do.
Make me laugh, and smile-weep.
Swept right off my feet.
Why so tense, so serious dear?
Never shall you fear.
You and I, we will be dancing.
'Round and round we'll veer.
To the left, the right, yes all around!
You'll sway me to your sound.
The smiles, oh how they dance!
You've stolen mine by chance.
And for 'ere abound, I'll be around.
Like the sun, for now I'm found.
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