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BrokenSilent screaming echoed through the night
The pains of the heart
Into vast darkness both above and below
The heart begins to crack
The pain and sorrow bringing far too much pressure
The heart bleeds through those cracks
Making them larger
The pieces begin to fall apart
Piece by piece
Bit by bit
The heart screams
Begging to feel whole again
The shattering of glass as it hit's the floor
Only to realize it's the sound of a shattering heart
Once shattered and broken
Becomes far too many pieces
To just make whole again
DemonBlack leathery wings spread wide
Stretching and blending with the night sky
Flashing dark green eyes survey the land
Sharp canines protruding from a wicked smile
Blood drips from their sharp points
A malicious spark crossing slowly brightening eyes
The rush of air as it falls
The heavy flap of wings
The sharp snapping of trees and screams of pain
The current landscape demolished in one powerful gust
Random splatters of blood cover shattered tree trunks
The smell of the red mass becoming intoxicating and unbearable
Now pristine white teeth glow under the red full moon
A grin forming from the night's task
The creature fly's off leaving it destruction behind
Feeling satisfied with the work he has done
Total destruction plus the destruction of lives
The blood was an added bonus to feed it hunger
A never ending cycle of death
The never ending enjoyment of the sight of pain.
LunarThe darkness and paleness of the surroundings.
The deep foreboding of the forbidden.
A mind's creation,
Sanity loses its grip,
It slips slowly into darkness.
Struggling to survive,
Fighting to stay in the light,
But failing gracelessly.
The holder of the mind,
Falling faster into darkness,
Their hearts being consumed by darkness.
Their bodies becoming darkness,
Shells of what they used to be,
Floating amongst us all,
Walking the earth,
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
Love's Stormy EndThe bright hues of color fade
The sun seemingly no longer as bright
The wide free sky looking as though it too is stuck in a cage
Lustrous white clouds swiftly change to grey
Thunder rolls and lightening arcs across a darkened sky
The ice cold bitterness of rain falls and shatters against pavement
Deathly cold and unforgiving
Coming down harder as wind picks up
Tearing and shredding branches from trees
Stripping leaves from the fragile veins that hold them together
The force of the wind gets stronger
Becoming a piercing scream amongst the cold wet death of rain
An abrupt slowing of wind a rain begins
The world remains in its perpetual darkened state
The sky no longer wishing to brighten
The sun remains hidden behind thick, grey clouds
A large puddle of water lay still
Tainted dark red
A lone figure lying motionless in the midst of it
Clutching a final letter close to its heart
Once lively eyes stare out unblinkingly
Hollow and empty
A message etched in red scrawled across t
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