19 Recent Deviations
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an elegythe last time I saw you was soaked in summer andan elegy by toxic-nebulae
sweat: four-square and hop-scotch abandoned on the
we wearied too quickly of childhood games.
your good-bye was drenched in distraction
a long drawn-out lullaby
withering on unsteady wings.
I tried to say it simply, but my poetry got in the way.
I tried to evolve into the dust between your
so that maybe a part of you would come to be
encased within my ribs.
I never could let go.
your smile faltered into the most beautiful
I have ever known.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
and now that summer has
into an elegiac autumn,
I still cannot find the words.
what I thought was a soldier was only a toy-
I'm only as brave as I seem.
Noise and ComfortWhen I get lost in wandering, I know the best direction to put your chips in is always upNoise and Comfort by Kristophoria
because that's where you get that view
and can finally see the road you lost however long ago
But just one time I reached the top, and for all I could see, there was nothing.
From that point of earth I had thousands of miles of land spreading out around me like spilled milk, but all I could see was empty space.
It was all there, but it was all elsewhere simultaneously.
And it was quiet
I mean the purest, absolute quiet.
Something I had honestly forgotten about,
usually feeling compelled to fill it up with sounds that exist only to avoid instances like this,
The instances where any kind of distraction gets sucked into the vaccuum of ancient void
and internal soliloquy takes its place with a fury like an unaging caged beast in a dusty closet of the deepest mental resting
and exploding into it's renewed world with a once repressed, molten passion
for exploring all the dark c
When You're StrangeWhen You're Strange by simkaaa
Let me begin by being frank- you will not like me.
You don't like me now, and I can guarantee by the time we're done,
you won't like me a great deal more.
The thieves are envious and the ladies repelled, they do not like me.
I do not blame them though, do you know who I am?
For those of you who have not guessed why my hands are entwined with this metal,
I think you'll find it quite pleasurable in knowing that I am, in fact, a murderer.
I confess what I did, it's no secret,
and I'm quite proud of the fact that I'm here and minutes from my release.
I wasn't always like this you know, I used to be a poet.
I had a life of my own, with a family of my own.
Sympathetic? Don't be.
His name was John, John Grey.
The very thought of it rolling off my tongue makes me sick.
'He's a man of dignity' they said. 'A loyal, honest man.'
Though did they know his eyes were glistening with green.
He envied me. He wanted to bring me down
and so he did.
He was the Earl of Mancheste
I Want...I want to be the one,I Want... by RoseOfTemptation
Who is cradled in your arms.
I want to be the one,
Who speaks into your ear.
I want to be the one,
You spend the night with.
I want to be the one,
You think about constantly.
I want to be the one,
You try to impress.
and I want to be the one,
You kiss and do not forget.
The Nightmare: Heroic CoupletsThere's a tapping at my window as I stare at the ceiling,The Nightmare: Heroic Couplets by KermitsGirl
and although I know it's just the old oak tree, I get the feeling
like someone, or perhaps something, is there with jaws dripping
in anticipation of biting into my neck. The sound of flesh ripping
from bone fills my head. I am scared. I wonder if this demon
knows who I am, if I was chosen specifically to die by the Baron von
Lichtenstein or Lord Canterbury, or the ever-obviously named
Count Death. I resist temptation to hide, knowing the beast can't be tamed
by simply pulling the covers over my head. The minutes slip
by, each feeling like an hour in its own right. My throat is slit
a thousand times over in my imagination, in new (and exciting?) ways.
I tremble. I am weak as the wind howls, begging to be let in. It stays
loud and persistent. Am I sure it's not a wolf, waiting for
the right moment to strike? Will this monster from Germanic lore
break through my window if I continue to ignore its begging?
Panting, hot breath on my
Time FlowsTime just seems to hangTime Flows by Spalding004
whenever you are in my arms
And yet it also flows double-fast
and the precious moments do not last
I find myself longing to see you
moments after we've said good-bye
as if five minutes is an eternity
and no amount of time with you
is long enough
I would give anything to make these
For these moments are perfection.
mournA sighing cry,mourn by BecomingTia
Escaping the lips of a child,
A ferocious wail,
Creates a sound of the wild,
A deceiving whimper,
An internal battle never to be found,
Your last moment,
Hurt. Gashed. Profound.
Without a Machine Helping MeThis disease is,Without a Machine Helping Me by IceDoesntHelp
Slowly killing me.
I can't breathe,
I can't move,
Without a machine helping me.
Everyone and everything,
Living without me.
I wish I could,
Turn the clock backwards,
Just for one day,
To live like a human again.
Then I realize,
That this is destiny,
Nothing can change that.
No matter how hard I try,
This disease will never leave my side (x2)
How I wish I wasn't,
Plagued with this curse.
How I wish I was,
Just like everyone else.
This disease will kill me from the inside out.
This disease will haunt me 'till I die.
Shattered ElegyWhy must you hold so much hatred to me?Shattered Elegy by MarluxiaXIII
How can you say such insults to me?
What is it about me that fuels this cruelty in you?
Am I really so little to you?
Is what you are told so great that it allows you to justify treating me as if I cannot feel sorrow?
Where you really taught to hate someone just because they refuse to submit to your ways?
How can you even tell me these things without judging yourself as a hypocrite?
Do you really think your very way of life is so superior to mines?
I feel so much angst and break.
You have stabbed me; in the heart the pain is worse than death.
Even my own tear, is so cold it stings as pain.
I feel so low now is this what you truly wanted?
How can you call yourself so superior when you are willing to drive people into a sad elegy of
The Transcendental TideThe Transcendental Tide by Mantone
Sedating my sobriety,
Tingles within, taking hold
Raised off my feet
Hindering vials of practicality,
Darkening my already blinded eyes
Perception without my mind,
Splintering the hands of time
Alterations, chemically engineer
A drug's reality,
The Governments duality
Termites of a natural right
The Minds Formalities
Luscious lips blister and bruise,
Till they shiver blue
Prisoners of deceit,
Addicts with toe tagged feet
Conceited deeds, suffering beings
Greedy Fiends, powerless beings
Wanders of a dream,
Risked the mind's need
Its desire to feed
Naked InteriorNaked Interior by dorianclock
within the heart
The walls hold stories of lifetimes,
The gates swing in the wintry breeze,
Creaks the hinges of the past forgotten...
And, there, swings a still opened door-
Decorated with the love of her, a perfume
an opiate divine; the last grace, sundance of mind.
and proudly inscribed upon the walls,
every naked confession, once told
Upon the platform of surrender
But wisdom for the creaking walls
and the creaking door:
Whenever there is love:
she will give you a part of her that knows only you can break
- her heart
Moon 1Moon 1 by dorianclock
So rare, this fleeting grace,
Moon blessed curves in close reverie with earth, cajoling
Interrupted by angel's flight!
The spring blows trumpets of color
Toward the nearest star
The moon is a gift, a painter, our Blue.
Bathing in this aspiration
Both Heaven and Hell are left behind;
In this bed of truth straddling the stratosphere
Till Gods gave thunderous applause
'That Feeling of Love'"That Feeling of Love"'That Feeling of Love' by SMG18
Not a care in the world,
Nor a crack in the earth,
Torment and despair seem to fade,
When one is in love.
For that special person,
Takes them all away from sight,
Your special someone gives you feelings,
Like evil does not exist in the world.
Whether it be the conditional love,
Or maybe a very close friend,
That feeling of being needed,
Is something all of us want.
And here i find myself without it,
That special someone to fill the gap,
To be able to mend the pains of past,
Of my slowly beating heart.
Long has this gap been present,
Making itself ever so clear,
That i am but a half a soul,
Just waiting to be complete.
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