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Frost is forming on the windowFrost is forming on the windowpanes, they hug the glass tight
Waiting in fright for the morning light
They know it'll soon be over, that they'll soon cease to exist
That all they will end up as is the next morning's mist.
Why is life so short for something so beautiful, so pure
Why must the cruel rays rob them of a cure?
For what is perfect must soon falter,
It must fade,
Washing all the memories clean away.
And as blistering ice caresses and dances upon my face
It gently sets my eyes ablaze.
So through harshness and through all the pain
The frost will soon return as the soothing spring rain.
If the Dawn met NightIf you are the dawn and my heart is the night,
Where is the connection which keeps us alight?
As you breathe in I fall into dreams,
And your morning air rocks me softly sleep
Each time we pass we see a different sight,
You the dark and I the light,
And all there can be is a faint foreign touch,
As the day slips into dusk.
Random Subject.-Social NetworkingInstragram sluts and hashtag whores,
social networking such a bore.
Bitchy arguments, insults galore,
what has life come to?
What was it like before?
Socalled anger, sadness and depression, build up daily creating tension.
Ruin your friendships,
pretend not to care,
Yolo's your motto
and you think life is unfair.
Well look around you people.
Its not har to see,
life is so much more than 'popularity'.
You 'Fuck the Police', like the 'badman' you are
and your Dp is of a shiny new car.
Transformer are we? Or are you a duck?
Because 'life it too short to give a fuck'
State that you're 'Absssolouut+ly waa*sted!!!' the day before school
Becausue you're so 'cool'
and that dodgy grammar will support it all.
worth the waitYou thought that love would never be yours, that no one would feel the same
That love was but a dream, but a fantasy which could never be tame.
Isolated, songs of loss, sorrow and tears were all you held dear
Thoughts so morbid, so severe would pass through your mind year after year
No one understood and no one asked
No one spared time to look through the mask
You lay there stupidly wondering if it could all end but longing for true love overcame.
See-throughYou stare into the camera with an arrogant glare
With a bitter tongue slashing at the air
You know no boundaries
You take no advice
Everyone's below you
But I'm in disguise.
You shan't belittle me
You shan't dare
For I know your weakness
And you know not I'm there.
The little details are most important with I
And you seem not to know
That you are now just a stupid little show.
regretthis morning is so sudden
and my eyes they are dull and sunken
leaving deep scars of what was and is
i cannot bare the thought of what could've been
and what it would've been like to taste your tender kiss
Sometimes.Sometimes it's not enough to listen,
Not enough to hear,
Not enough to watch me shed a tear,
Advice can only bring you so far,
For most words are empty and cold,
And most speeches of self confidence,
Are unbelievable pieces of glittering nonsense.
No matter what you say,
What you do,
I always have a way of looking through you.
Reading into whatever is near,
I make sure there is no way of humiliation heading my way.
It's an obsession which cannot be stalled or stopped,
I can't stop thinking and it's never ending and ever unfolding
It's a way of life to ensure every fine detail is fixed
A way that will forever be me
A way to see
To hurt me
..Sometimes I don't want to be myself, simply because there are so many implications, because being another person would make me be someone with imagination. Imagination to build a fort between the words of others and my own which seem bright, a way to protect and divide everything I have in sight.
EveryPull all the blades out
Remove all the world’s daggers
Let it all flow out of you
See all your ignorance
All your pain
See all the hate
All the cruelty
Let it all leave you
Let it all flow away
FearsI'm scared to find out one of my friends at school is fake
I'm afraid my efforts to do my best won't be enough
I'm afraid I'll dissappoint my friends and family if I don't do my best
I'm afraid my smart mouth is gonna upset someone I care about
I'm afraid I'll give up on love
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
UntitledStaring into the darkness
Seeing no light
Losing my will
To continue this fight
Seeking to find
What can never be found
Only sadness and sorrow
Are ever around
Creeping into my soul
Stopping my heart
I want it to end
But don't know where to start
Reaching into the black
Never ending abyss
No one to see
Anything is amiss
A long slow breath
The silent scream
As if my life
Were just a dream
Sinking into the nothing
Fading from sight
Needing to reach
That eternal night
It's Too MuchI have too many sides.
Too many opinions.
Too many thoughts.
I feel everything at once.
And I don't know.
I don't know.
I cut and I don't know anymore.
I feel like I just keep falling further and further.
I don't know how to fucking do this.
I just can't cope.
I'm trapped here.
With no escape and.
I can't breathe.
About boast bustersSo why is this episode so bad? I don't see it, I mean without it we wouldn't have Trixie and magic duel would either be lost or it wouldn't make sense, the moral is ok to, if someone like a bully is boasting or showing off, standup to them and put them right, it's not a bad episode, in my opinion it's just the delivery that was bad what do you think
WonderlandThe sky, the beautiful sky,full of white puffy clouds that look like nice fluffy pillows,
The sky full of blue, the lovely blue that brings joy to all who look at it,
I want to be in a field of green pastures, with lovely yellow flowers,
An apple tree on the left and a beautiful mountain on the right,
Big enough to hide my field,
But small enough to let the sun shine its brightest,
Never will this field, this Wonderland be infested by sadness,
Joy, peace and harmony, that is all this beautiful Wonderland has to offer,
I want to find this Wonderland,
I believe it is only found in my Dreams, in my Heart,
This Wonderland my belong to me, but I want to share it with all who want peace, joy and harmony in their lives,
Come one, come all, to this Wonderland of green pastures,
Beautiful yellow flowers,
An apple tree,
A magnificent mountain,
Beautiful puffy clouds and a perfect blue sky,
I want you all to share this beautiful land with all who want peace, joy, and harmony,
I want all to be hap
Helping you is Killing meI lend myself to you
to listen to all your pain
this happens time and time again
I don't mind...honest.
You dont notice.
that its causing me pain
to hear your crys and torment once again.
I hold my hand out to you
and still you are forever oblivious
to whome is desperatly trying to save you
I bring it upon myself I know
but I cannot watch another suffer
I sacrifice my happiness to set you free
and be all you can be.
I sit alone.
Once again..I listen to one after another.
My thoughts I cannot gather.
All I do is fight for others
and listen to their pain
I lend my self over and over again.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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