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To The Woman Of My DreamsWon't you come to me?
To hold my hand and lace our fingers intertwined?
Won't you come and find me?
To kiss my cheek and hear me say I'm glad you're mine?
Won't you make your way into my life this year?
And whisper I love you in my ear?
Please keep looking, because I've been here all along
We've been waiting for each other for so long
But every day is a step closer to lying in each other's arms
Don't give up, I'm waiting for you too
I'll fight for our future it won't come to harm
Because I know we'll survive the harshest weather
And our hearts will only grow closer together
Stay with me spend with me the rest of our lives
When you look in my eyes my heart skips a beat
And if you keep staring at me I will die of heat stroke and flush for sure
Grab me hold me close and kiss me I'm yours
Your gaze lights the way into my heart
You drive away the darkness and leave your love and art.
So please keep looking for me I'll be waiting right here
I want this to be the last lonely year
There is an
The ChaseEye contact is intimate
looking back for more
hoping for clarity
two souls invocation
hungry for information
do they like me too?
or have I scared them away?
Who is the bashful hunter?
And who is the willing prey?
Three Roses For Emily PThree roses each blushing red like my heart
I rarely see anyone so pretty and fair,
with such a sweet smile and with flowers in their hair
with gemstones for eyes, that are prettier than bright afternoon skies
shining brightly in the sweet summer breeze.
Will you walk with me among the trees?
One rose each, for being pretty sweet and kind,
I can't help but blush when I see visions of you in my mind,
your pretty face and your lovely smile
make me want to skip for a mile.
Will you take a walk with me along a country aisle?
And hold my hand all the while?
Until the stars come out with the light of the moon
and we have to go home soon?
I'd desperately love to know who you are
because you shine brighter than the morning star.
Please spend some time with me I'm a good man I swear.
I've never seen a smile so lovely, alive, and fair.
All I could hope for is to spend some time together with you
so please don't break my heart and make me blue
because I really like you.
So I'm asking you please t
I want to butterfly kiss your lips and map out the curves of your side
with lightly tracing fingertips and our hearts racing along the tide
I sense your deepening breaths, and we can't hide
Sharing our secret inner fires, our flames growing higher,
ruby light burning brightly away the damp and chill of night
My only desire is to sleep where you lay
because it is your proximity that keeps the demons away
just promise me you'll always stay and your trust I will never betray
You pull me in, and my heart you hold
among its secrets are many a fold
and the pages I write with you I will keep until I am old
A prayerBlessings and love for God and heaven above
Honor and praise to the angels who guard our ways
Kindness and a kiss to all the lovers I miss
Health and long lives so the children thrive.
Calm seas and steady winds to the lads at sea
Good tips and some polite manners for the working girls
Patience and tranquility to those with short tempers
Friendship and comfort to those who are alone
Protection for the women they batter and abuse
Understanding and forgiveness for those who need it
A new start for those with broken homes
and a place to sleep for those without one
Sober thoughts and a sound mind to the mentally ill
sometimes their thoughts are clearer than yours
Be nice to our furry friends, they have to live life on all fours
Keep the land, water and air clean, and the Earth will continue to bless
And finally, love and companionship for all, for we are all alone in our own shells
but still together in this same mess
Beyond RepairThe chill of tears trickling down my cheeks
rivulets of bitter sorrow
and streams of quiet despair
The emptiness beside me threatens to consume me whole
swallow my being
and leave me broken beyond repair
I wish I knew where to find someone
who cares for me as deeply as I care for them
but no one ever returns my love
nor takes the time to see I am a beautiful uncut gem
No one looks beyond the surface
no one sees who I am inside
why do I bother to care anymore
when all that I ever love is washed away
like children's sand castles on the tide
My feelings are true and my heart bleeds for you each and every time
I think of you but I'm destined to fall in love with souls beyond my reach
and there's no one to teach me what to do
now that I know I've lost you too.
I just want someone to take my hand
and tell me I'm not alone
because this is a dry lonely land
and there is nothing in sight but burning dry sand
that parches my throat and stings my eyes
and all I'm left with is all of your lies
Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for me
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
i've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymorethere
is a god in me and he
has swung his shoulders enough times
to call my body a rundown Richter scale;
but you, with your impaled Fujiwara,
slapping a borderline existential
crisis between Bonnie and
you have tampered with my
oscillations, discarded me a tuning fork
and left for the storm cellars.
even the eye of the hurricane
wished it could've stopped its
airborne fury into a spit of casualties,
but me -
my body has been your storm surge
for as long as the earth has been
hurt with elemental catastrophes
and hypnotic man-made
my gods have been pressed down
with ten thousand millimeters of unearthed
mercury, only to rub up your frictional
upwelling inside me;
you don't hear me over the static and
I haven't listened to enough
bleeding wateryou're eleven when he tells you
he loves you
but that he loves her more
because the ribbon looks nicest in her hair
and you think you can understand
because, really, she has great hair
but he kisses her and not you
and you feel like your life is over
and your mom laughs and tells you it'll be okay
because you were only eleven
but it doesn't make it hurt any less
you're only eleven when you realize
your heart is just a touch more tender
than most peoples.
you're twelve years old when you
start to really feel different
start to grab the skin around your
thighs and pull away when he
tries to do it
you're twelve years old when
you think about death
you're thirteen when you think you
might be in love with your best friend
because she makes you feel safe
when no one else can
you're still thirteen and feeling different
has turned into feeling sick
and you cry to yourself in the mirror, watching
your reflection bleed water from its eyes
as if you're watching a movie because
it's you but you ca
InuKag Week 2013 - WalkWALKING WILL NOT BE THE SAME
This story takes place after the end of the series when Kagome returned with Inuyasha...
The sun rays illuminated the home of Inuyasha and Kagome. Only that Kagome had something plan for them that day.
"What a beautiful day." Kagome said. She went out side and Inuyasha followed her.
"It's not different from yesterday." The half-breed replay.
"Oh, Inuyasha." She said a bit annoyed, but then she smiled creeping him out.
"What…?" He asked nervously.
"Let's go for a walk today." She simply said.
"Umm… OK." He didn't found that special at all. They always went for walks whenever they had the chance. Kagome smiled and took his hand without letting go.
"W-What are you doing?!" He demanded while his cheeks turned red as his kimono.
"I want to be holding hands with you this time." She smiled.
"Let's go!" She pulled him without question.
They kept walking for a few minutes, but Kagome didn't let go of his hand and Inuyasha didn't stop blushing.
Worst FightI found a rusty bloody blade
it became the worst fight
making me barred in an iron cage
that kept me up at night.
The pain floods down my skin
when did life wear so thin?
Crying from what life has been
while you all sit back and grin.
I can't figure this out
the intoxicating clutches of doubt
while I try to reach out and shout
but nothing ever seems to come out.
I found a rusty razor that took me back
to my life in the shadows that was full of black
that made me have an anxiety attack
wishing someone would come back.
The worst fight of my life
wasn't only with a knife
but clutching me was the painful strife
that stabbed me with the knife.
Emotions and blank faces
makes me fall amongst your graces
tearing out the ink filled pages
while I kept changing stages.
Through a ruthless maze
we may never look through this haze
but we can run through the days
fighting against the craze.
A Bloody TaskI walk on the shattered glass
hiding the pain behind this mask
taking, ignoring the pain of another task.
It's too late to stop my process
when I'm to numb to know the stress,
hiding behind another bloody success.
I look not what is beyond me
but in my past is what I see
when I could never be who I wanted to be.
In broken pieces I lay here painless
feeling my mortality is endless
with a heart that's careless.
The past is a movie on repeat
while I walk on crimson below my feet
oh, isn't this ending sweet?
I walk on the shattered glass
hiding the pain behind a mask
taking, ignoring the pain of another task.
Ashesunder the friction of these sentimental sacrifices,
swallowing those silver coated words i often spit,
i cant help but feel that this is what a tragedy must feel like,
a thousand memories displayed across shattered glass,
the stitches of my heart unraveling in slow motion,
my heart as though a rose wilting with time,
i take up the pen and put to word these final fleeting moments
Emotional AbuseMy father is not a bad man
But he isn't a good parent
Apparently smoking grass through a crystal pipe was more interesting than raising me and teaching me about life
He loved the toxic clouds full of strippers and green trees, saying they will help him forget the broken woman and daughter he left in the black box on his dresser if he would only just let them
And he did
He let them strip him and kiss him when all they were doing was striping away the only pieces of humanity he had left, they kissed him so hard hoping to suck out all the memories of mom and me so when death pulled him apart there would be nothing left inside him to go hell
I used to listen to them too
They coaxed me
Told me to keep it a secret
When I was sad they would dry my tears with a blanket since we didn't have any tissues because we're supposed to be happy and everything's fine
When I was angry at him they told me it was my fault he had to keep creating them to forget me
Two of the Same CoinYou’re the boy who throws his heart away
begging his one true love to stay
throwing his love like a token
when all she does is keep her feeling locked at bay.
You’re the boy with a real nice smile
that is torn to pieces with your past
when your love turned on you
and your mother was never even there.
But, love let me tell you what it’s like to try
that in time it will all be alright
and there is no reason to tell your heart goodbye,
so dry those tears because everything will be alright.
Just a little bit broken is a girl in the mirror
seeing her life pass her by
all she can ever do is break down and cry
because life gave her a curve ball and went right through her.
She has a real nice smile
that has been torn with her past
with the love that turned
and your father was never even there.
But, love let me tell you it’s worth a try
that in time it will be alright
and there is no need to tell your heart goodbye
so dry those tears because everything will be alright
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