You are one of the strongest, most beautiful women I know.
in life's greatest adversities, you've held your own, and held your head high.
Even when life seemed to throw you a curve ball you'd hit it out of the park.
when your horse faltered beneath you, you got off and started walking.
The smile on your face reminds me that it's alright to be different, and that it's okay to dare
The past few months have been hard, I know, but you've reminded me what it is to be alive, to feel and to love.
When I was younger, we walked a path together. Hand in hand you led me down the straight and narrow, letting me avoid the thorns and branches, letting the
Don't fall in love with me.
I'm damaged, broken goods.
What will it take for you to see,
Everything that you should,
Because it'll only end in heartbreak,
You're love life is at stake.
I can't control my mind,
It works in mysterious ways,
But only if I could find,
A way to make your memory stay.
I'm lost in a sea of my tears,
Your bringing out the worst of my fears.
There's a line between love and lie,
What we have is something I'm scared of,
But I'm letting our time pass us by,
I've been asking the heavens above,
For any kind of sign,
That you could be mine.
Please don't be angry and cry,
I'm doing the best that I can,
Ou
There she is,
Her with the stars on her chest.
Her curves protruding out,
Like the sickened animal she portrays.
Owning what is known as the hip,
The Fashionable.
But what is fashion?
It's a carbon copy of an opinion.
A heinous act of self judgment,
And much to the media's shagrin,
I will not take part.
I am my own,
Not a fake,
Not a follower,
Not a leader.
Just me.
Standing at the edge of eternity,
The world turns in an hour,
The water laps the gentle soul of the universe,
And leaves the shores to be imagined.
As days roll by, and time stands still,
We are ready for the darkness to come,
I'll bring my candle, burning with the fire of the sun,
And you'll bring the torch,
To light our way through.
Until the time for us has come,
We will stay together,
United as a nation,
Together as one.
I Love You (Broken Couplet Study)
I look up at the sky,
With eyes brand new,
But it all just passes me by,
Like an endless deja-vu.
The oil is parched and dry,
Drier than bamboo,
I'm waiting for the sky to cry,
To bid the sun Adieu.
And then to breathe a sigh,
of relief, just don't misconstrue,
I can't deny the way I feel for you,
I have not gone awry,
My feelings are true,
To you I cannot lie,
I love you.
Oh wise willow,
Whisper to me in the sweet breath of Demeter.
Sing to me your sorrowful lamentation,
It's the swan song of the wood.
Wiser than the owl,
Sadder than the withered rose,
Your tears reach the earth in forms unknown,
Your warnings ring louder than the poplar,
And I recognize your esteemed face,
Wrapped in regal leaves.
Oh wise willow,
Tell me your story.
Older than the mighty oak,
Of how you came to be.
Tell me of your first memories,
Of the joys of your youth,
And of the young lovers that stood upon your roots.
In ages gone by.
Oh willow,
I fear your time will soon be at its end.
Like the most beautiful rose,
Dear Jenny,
Tomorrow will be,
All about finding yourself,
The lies you've told,
You've come to believe,
You're only hurting yourself.
For Danny,
It's time to question, all that you've come to believe,
Are you happy,
Telling yourself it'll all,
Work out in the end,
Aren't you tired yet?
Everyone has a story,
Everyone has a tear,
It's all about believing,
Self esteem is your peer,
Not your weapon,
The greatest revenge is success,
Not failure,
Never settle for less.
Landon,
Don't try to impress your folks,
They love you,
Even though they don't know,
You've come undone,
And that isn't fair.
To Sammy,
Never give up,
Th
Between the broken lines of memory
Resides the inner sanctum of soul
and variety of wonder and love
testing the lustful and the reality
that sinks in far too late for a safety net.
Get back to once upon a times
where cobbled streets kept secrets safe
and unsteady beams held all truth
that built up the lies of yesteryear.
Welcome to life, the uncanny exuberance
and euphoric depressant that it is
walking along the unmended sideways
and unchanging boarders
wonder and stare at passerby glances
waking to a world unknown to common folk and tale
green and envious of those troublesome
and timid shapeless lamplights that flicker
and f
I'll try not to lie to you,
But even I don't know,
What to believe anymore.
I've been telling myself for years,
To learn to let go,
To learn to live.
This man that you knew,
Is nothing but an illusion,
Time to face the damn music,
How can I learn to live,
With my heart under my sleeve,
Where no one can see it.
This is my secret melody,
Lock away the harmony,
This time,
It's my time,
To let you know,
To let you show,
Your soul.
You walked out the door,
Out of my life,
You only think about yourself,
Leaving me for someone else,
To become a trophy wife.
Was the morning after worth it?
Come crawling back,
Slam me down,
Shut me out,
See yourself for who you really are,
You little whore,
So tell me,
Was he worth it?
Bitching to me about your latest guy,
Like I should care,
Because you denied me,
I have nothing left,
Not now,
Not ever,
But one question still burns,
Through my mind.
Was I ever worth it?
You are one of the strongest, most beautiful women I know.
in life's greatest adversities, you've held your own, and held your head high.
Even when life seemed to throw you a curve ball you'd hit it out of the park.
when your horse faltered beneath you, you got off and started walking.
The smile on your face reminds me that it's alright to be different, and that it's okay to dare
The past few months have been hard, I know, but you've reminded me what it is to be alive, to feel and to love.
When I was younger, we walked a path together. Hand in hand you led me down the straight and narrow, letting me avoid the thorns and branches, letting the
Don't fall in love with me.
I'm damaged, broken goods.
What will it take for you to see,
Everything that you should,
Because it'll only end in heartbreak,
You're love life is at stake.
I can't control my mind,
It works in mysterious ways,
But only if I could find,
A way to make your memory stay.
I'm lost in a sea of my tears,
Your bringing out the worst of my fears.
There's a line between love and lie,
What we have is something I'm scared of,
But I'm letting our time pass us by,
I've been asking the heavens above,
For any kind of sign,
That you could be mine.
Please don't be angry and cry,
I'm doing the best that I can,
Ou
There she is,
Her with the stars on her chest.
Her curves protruding out,
Like the sickened animal she portrays.
Owning what is known as the hip,
The Fashionable.
But what is fashion?
It's a carbon copy of an opinion.
A heinous act of self judgment,
And much to the media's shagrin,
I will not take part.
I am my own,
Not a fake,
Not a follower,
Not a leader.
Just me.
Standing at the edge of eternity,
The world turns in an hour,
The water laps the gentle soul of the universe,
And leaves the shores to be imagined.
As days roll by, and time stands still,
We are ready for the darkness to come,
I'll bring my candle, burning with the fire of the sun,
And you'll bring the torch,
To light our way through.
Until the time for us has come,
We will stay together,
United as a nation,
Together as one.
I Love You (Broken Couplet Study)
I look up at the sky,
With eyes brand new,
But it all just passes me by,
Like an endless deja-vu.
The oil is parched and dry,
Drier than bamboo,
I'm waiting for the sky to cry,
To bid the sun Adieu.
And then to breathe a sigh,
of relief, just don't misconstrue,
I can't deny the way I feel for you,
I have not gone awry,
My feelings are true,
To you I cannot lie,
I love you.
Oh wise willow,
Whisper to me in the sweet breath of Demeter.
Sing to me your sorrowful lamentation,
It's the swan song of the wood.
Wiser than the owl,
Sadder than the withered rose,
Your tears reach the earth in forms unknown,
Your warnings ring louder than the poplar,
And I recognize your esteemed face,
Wrapped in regal leaves.
Oh wise willow,
Tell me your story.
Older than the mighty oak,
Of how you came to be.
Tell me of your first memories,
Of the joys of your youth,
And of the young lovers that stood upon your roots.
In ages gone by.
Oh willow,
I fear your time will soon be at its end.
Like the most beautiful rose,
Dear Jenny,
Tomorrow will be,
All about finding yourself,
The lies you've told,
You've come to believe,
You're only hurting yourself.
For Danny,
It's time to question, all that you've come to believe,
Are you happy,
Telling yourself it'll all,
Work out in the end,
Aren't you tired yet?
Everyone has a story,
Everyone has a tear,
It's all about believing,
Self esteem is your peer,
Not your weapon,
The greatest revenge is success,
Not failure,
Never settle for less.
Landon,
Don't try to impress your folks,
They love you,
Even though they don't know,
You've come undone,
And that isn't fair.
To Sammy,
Never give up,
Th
Between the broken lines of memory
Resides the inner sanctum of soul
and variety of wonder and love
testing the lustful and the reality
that sinks in far too late for a safety net.
Get back to once upon a times
where cobbled streets kept secrets safe
and unsteady beams held all truth
that built up the lies of yesteryear.
Welcome to life, the uncanny exuberance
and euphoric depressant that it is
walking along the unmended sideways
and unchanging boarders
wonder and stare at passerby glances
waking to a world unknown to common folk and tale
green and envious of those troublesome
and timid shapeless lamplights that flicker
and f
I'll try not to lie to you,
But even I don't know,
What to believe anymore.
I've been telling myself for years,
To learn to let go,
To learn to live.
This man that you knew,
Is nothing but an illusion,
Time to face the damn music,
How can I learn to live,
With my heart under my sleeve,
Where no one can see it.
This is my secret melody,
Lock away the harmony,
This time,
It's my time,
To let you know,
To let you show,
Your soul.
You walked out the door,
Out of my life,
You only think about yourself,
Leaving me for someone else,
To become a trophy wife.
Was the morning after worth it?
Come crawling back,
Slam me down,
Shut me out,
See yourself for who you really are,
You little whore,
So tell me,
Was he worth it?
Bitching to me about your latest guy,
Like I should care,
Because you denied me,
I have nothing left,
Not now,
Not ever,
But one question still burns,
Through my mind.
Was I ever worth it?
She wore the dress, always.
As a lonely princess in a tall tower. Separated by the lives of the world. Day after day shed watch the kids go by. Desperate for affection, fear of rejection, she waited. Passers by have never noticed her accomplishments. Shes just another name on a dilapidated wall. Empty words on a gray background.
They fail to notice her dreams, her ambitions, her talents; her existence. Does anyone even know who she is?
So she buys the fabric, the scissors, the needles, the string. She will prove herself to the world. Through song? Through dance? Through love of her dreams. The material was cut with the finest p
I awoke on the wings of a dream as my body soared into consciousness. It was quiet outside as the cool grass graced across my feet. The gentle breeze whispered to the distance of my faded memories. The stars shone brightly through the velvetey black ocean. Oncoming welcoming darkness embraced my soil with warm hands.
I threw my tired body onto the ground. My eyes became fixated on the miniature suns above. All is well. The troubles of the world wash away and bleed out onto the winds of time. This is heaven; it has to be.
Knowing that the hot summer nights will cease, this will be the last night that I am under the stars. When
You said you'd always love me,
Even when all else had failed,
And you'd always be there,
No others made you feel,
Like I could make you feel
When you leave, you always look,
nicer than you ever had,
When the door closes...
I know.
I feel that I am at a cross roads.
I have been on a wild ride since I started this deviantart account. I have gone from hopeful artist, to anime inspired art, to teen angst poetry, to literature, to creative poetry, to spoken word.
Spoken word...
I am trying to find myself in this type (no pun intended) of poetry.
Spoken word is a very interesting media because it allows one to make mistakes, to write and re-write without editing or changing the ending.
I write with a stream of consciousness these days that allows my brain to empty out all matter into my pen, and that pen allows me to create some of my best pieces, and most of my worst.
Hello deviants.
I'm not sure how to say this, but I'm feeling that this account is no longer me. After years of posting pictures, stories and more on here, I feel that I've grown into a different person. I'm not saying that I'm going to stop posting, because that would be foolish, but what I am saying is that I may be posting under a new account.
I feel as if the time I've spent working on what I've got here isn't where I am, I feel like I've learned so much, and done so much that I want to explore more options, and try new medias.
When I stopped drawing, it was because I gave up on myself, and I got into poetry and written word instead.
So recently I've been thinking about the path in life I've chosen. Sounds profound, but I swear, it's nothing like that.
For those of you who don't know, I'm currently studying to be an Environmental Protection Technologist. I'm not entirely sure what they do, but I know they help the environment. And don't get me wrong, I like the environment, but sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.
I've spoken to a few people and they all tell me that second guessing yourself is a natural process in the College/University mindset, which I understand, but I really just think that maybe this isn't for me, but maybe it is? I dunno. Weird dilemma
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