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Gray EyesWaterfalls stream grayscaled tears
drip freezing salt past harsh wounds
sliced of manmade weapons
a small mouse could use
Sharp, thin blade
you're not welcomed here again
your shallow lies hurt no more
around teeth once drowned in venom
Slithering enemy in the yard
Talk yourself out of this one
Poison tricks won't help you now
Nor blood and death of the sun
where'v your colors gone now?
Disturbed by your own mind.Iced grounds, shivering bones
Pain fills your heart, in the graveled holes
your soul clustered, with an occupied mind
All you care for is your own.
Upsidedown thoughts, suicidal mind
Traveling wonders, for all you knew were kind
Childhood replaced with blistered pain
Brainwashed future, possessed tempered brain.
Numb fingers across a texted-filled label
Shaking now, you are unsure
to keep this life, or take the path of pills
Where the broken valley lays, of shadows and hills
Anchor down as far as you can
The seas won't chant your name again
Whispering chirps wont save me now
Take me away from this destructive earth.
Little brotherLittle brother
If you find my depression humorous
you'll find my death absolutely hysterical
If my tears bring you joy
I'll cry thousands of seas
to see your smile rise again
If your young mind craves
to see me in misery
just wait for the day
for when I'm gone, you'll be eternally joyed.
Flames and Regretevery piece of ash ever found
was part of destruction
a grazed fire once stood there
burning the bittersweet memories of childhood
You'll come to find a match sometime around
and with the flicker of your lighter
you'll feel overly powerful
and start a new fire
the saltiness of the land will uproar in flames
once again causing that scene of destruction
stepping into it
you'll regret, regret, regret.
whatI'll go un noticed
attempt to stay content, in my loneliness
Love is something unknown to you
I'll continue to miss your innocence
You used to be a different person
I'd go to the past to find you again
What happened to that one I used to know?
Look at what you've become
Why I love art.I may be alone
but drawing keeps me company.
I can sketch a cute pup,
and he'll smile at me.
I can make him laugh,
or waggle his tail.
I can draw a person
either young or frail.
I'll create a world of my own
with figures who'll smile at me
They'll talk and dance and sing
and I'll never be alone.
HomecomingRose eagerly lurked through her dresser drawers, searching for a more "formal" outfit. Fancy occassions definitely weren't her ideal setting, but tonight was important. Her girlfriend invited her to go to the Homecoming dance at thier school; Rose suggested maybe they just skip it and do something else, but for whatever reason Kai was anxious about going so she couldn't turn down her sweetheart. Rose grabbed the cleanest shirt she had out of the bottom drawer and pulled some gray skinny jeans off a hanger. They were planning to go with her girlfriend's sister; Rain, and then some other friends. But they decided to go seperately because of car space. Rose went over to her dresser and watched herself in a mirror while she fixed her hair quickly and put on a tie. Soon enough she hears a ring at the door.
"Shit! She must be here already." Rose thought to herself as she started walking out of her room.
She opened the door and greeted her girlfriend with a hug and kiss. Rose inspected
In search of Zero's mother"It's so hot out...", thought the lonely cubone. Zero was traveling through a sandstormed desert; buffering every few minutes from the rough sand, lowering his HP. As he weakly walked he dragged his bone against the dry surface in lack of strength.
"No matter how long it takes, I WILL find you mother..." Zero thought to himself, still denying the death of his Marowak mother. He had been traveling through all sorts of routes and cities, avoiding being captured by any trainers or professors. He was determined his mother wasn't dead, and that somewhere she would be looking for him too.
Zero finally made it out of the desert, he scurried out of the city as quickly as he could and stumbled into a forest. He spotted an oran berry bush and ate a few to restore some of his energy. The cubone walked more confidently now that he was in a calmer enviroment with replenished health. As he was reaching the end of the forest he decided to take a break and sit under a tree, he looked up and saw all so
Short Story: Kai x RoseIt was the middle of October; a foggy, cold storm had been thrashing on for days. Rose was laying on the couch, twiddling with the sleeves of her yellow sweater, waiting. She was expecting Kai to come in any minute now, they had plans to meet on the boring, rained-out day. She became more and more impatient, but she knew her girlfriend was always a little late to events. Finally, the charm of the doorbell rang and Rose quickly got up, wagging her stubby red tail in delight. She opened the door anxiously and wrapped her arms around her shivering girlfriend as the strong wind and few leaves blew in. As the fox/wolf hybrid walked in, she removed her hood since she no longer needed protection for the storm. "How are you doing baby?" Rose asked as she lead her to her room. Kai looked up at her and answered "I've been a little...depressed...But I'm so happy to see you Love." They sat down on her queen sized bed. Rose haden't seen her girlfriend in over two months, she went away on a trip to
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Finding Purpose.I've often wondered
what it takes for someone
to become a 'somebody'.
and the effort
gone through to achieve that.
When you're a nobody;
You don't have to care about anyone or anything.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care about others opinions.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care about how you look.
yet I still do.
When you're a nobody,
You don't have to care at all.
So why do I?
Maybe I want to be a somebody.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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