|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
GHOSTSThere is no reason for me to wake up early in the morning.
There is neither 'hi' nor 'hello' as I come through the door.
There is nothing to see but for a shadow
sitting behind corners.
There are no words to exchange with the footfalls I make.
There are only ghosts now filling these empty spaces.
As Children DreamAnd now the stars fall down
To lay their cheeks upon the sand
To sleep away they days until the coming dark
Wakes them, takes them right back to the sky
ORPHEUSWhat with this wicked woe do
I wax and wane like one so
blue, company only to
a wayward night
With what way by which
I go winding wearily warily
away from wasting time
searching for home
Would that i knew where
and how a wandering soul so
alone finds something most certainly
I don't know
What with this wicked woe do
I wither away like one so
blue, black like ash
white like light
The ItchHello again oh dear old friend
I've waited for so long
To see you once again, I fear
That I have missed you so.
Now come into my arms my friend
And I'll take care of you
Now come and rest you troubled soul
While I go claim my dues
You see my friend you're all but gone
This body that we share
Belonged to you belongs to me
Now that you are dead
So sleep my friend sleep long and sweet
I will not take so long
To take the hearts of those you owe
The demon of your soul
-untitled-There's this sense of longing which
I feel right now and I know you feel
It too. How terribly bittersweet this is
To fall in love with you.
This Fragile CorridorThe lights sort of tell me your somewhere in there, waiting for the right time, the right moment, but there's always that reluctance that hinders your movement. In this hallway there is only forward and back or nowhere at all and you I've seen in the past and hope to meet in future. My dreams, though bleak and jaded, are of you, of me, waiting for the right time, the right moment, just sitting here afraid of the future, nursing the past, enjoying the present without you. With you in this fragile corridor. Such is the way I kite around your fickle dreams like smoke through open seams that you could only notice my entirety if you caught on to each and every one of me. But what you think you could be wrong even if it looks like we're sure. I see you; you see me, but there is such a hush in between that it's difficult to hear... us. And like a dream there's nothing much you can grasp for I am shadow dancing behind your curtained glass disappearing just as fast as the blink of your eye or t
Indescribable BeautyA beautiful face, almost composed of porcelain and innocence
Hair as bright as the sun, but dark and glossy as the shining moon
Lips red and pearly as the reddest rose and plump like a chicken
Eyes blue as the sky during the rising sun, like a wide spread vast open ocean day at sea
A body as young as this, maturity seemed to have met it early
A bosom that is not for any lord to have, but saved for you alone
Still, a blossoming flower, a bee has not yet pollinated it quite yet
An heir for you from her beautiful body; You are the bee who will pollinate her
She awaits in her bed chamber until you get here for her
She knows of an instrument, a stringed instrument called a violin
Words of others that she has learned
Reading and Writing she has learned, too
The age of seventeen she will in two weeks after you get back to Spain
Your house in Spain will be prepared for you upon arrival
I have a dowry payment prepared for you, 10 millions euro's
Along with the money for your expedition
Blue Tip MatchesYou are the grinded glass in tea
When someone reaches for the sugar
You’re the infectious, massive thorn
Jabbed and wedged deep in someone’s side
But your smile is silken
And feathery upon contact
Your fingertips glide over my skin
Calloused and sandpaper rough
But they’re drifting over me like I’m a precious China doll
Like you’re grazing your favourite box of menthols
And though your lips are chapped
And though they act as a barricade for billions of serrated sentences
They couldn’t be softer as they leave whispering trails of sentiment and promise
Down my throat
Down my shoulder
All across my stomach
You drink black coffee swirled with snake venom and acetone
Your tongue is a silver bullet to so many monstrously sensitive hearts
It is rumoured that you actually breathe out noxious fumes
That you sweat bleach
That you spit cyanide
Then why, as your thick arms cradle me against your chest
Ghost LimbsI taste the ghost of you on my tongue;
feel you on my fingertips and know you in my sleep.
I breathe you in on every inhale and out on every departing breath
and I lick the you off my lips that isn't really there
and she tells me this isn't real;
just want attention or to be different
and that I'm confused and wrong to feel that I
could want to hold your hand and kiss away every tear and heart ache
and love the way you kiss the moon goodnight
because I can't love regardless of anatomy
and I can't wish away this burden in my heart and you
can't overcome these circumstances we were born in and that's all our fault
I run my fingers through your hair in my sleep;
kiss your temple when I apply my lipstick
and you are more to me than just
what is in your jeans.
I want to lick you off my lips.
I want to run my fingers through your hair.
The Dance: Ram thaiรำไทย
the purloiner of my diffidence,
has stripped my insecurities
and taught me to dance with all
Children bounce around at my feet
as I twirl my love
on the dance floor
I'm not in shape
My hips have never moved like this,
My feet step to a beat they've not yet
pant with the rhythm they've longed for.
And my knees keep banging into yours.
Your body is perfect
Your moves are precise
No woman will ever come close to you
I contend with every man in the room
yet you have chosen me
for this dance.
Your self-confidence fills me with life
I'm the only ginger in the room
I trust you.
And I prove it by standing in the forefront
Revealing my identity
Just as you promised
they dance alongside me.
I have come to understand that nobody
really expects anything of me.
I could sit in the corner and be the
one left out
or I could get up and join the fray every
once and a while.
Measure Love In BreathsMatching heartbeats, supposedly the ultimate show of love, of togetherness. Matching breaths, the very same.
But I don't want to match your heartbeat, I don't need to match your breath. If we're breathing at the same time, on our own, we'd be just fine, and that speaks to me of not needing, not loving each other half as much as we'd like the world to think. Not loving each other as much as we profess.
What I want is more than that.
I want to exhale just as you inhale, to show that I give you breath; that without me, you couldn't possibly breathe, that you need me to a certain degree. And as you exhale what I have given you, I'll bring it all back inside of me, so that you'll know I couldn't give you breathe if you didn't first give it to me. That we're both screwed, drowning on dry land, should to other decide to leave.
To me, that's what love is.
I don't need to match you; that wouldn't encompass the whole of my love for you. That ever present feeling of needing you like I need my lun
Unending LoveYour patience and understanding has miraculously seeped past my heart's unpenatrable defenses.
And now I'm completely intoxicated by your never ending love.
Scared to feel again.
Scared now that my defenses are down and all that I am is all you are to me.
And you ARE everything.
But I'm afraid.
Afraid to feel again.
Unsure what to do I've layed down my daggers, layed down my weapons, my words of destruction and chaos, and submit to you.
You have mastered my heart, for as many times I've tried for so... so long... to push you away from me when we first met you never gave up.
You were always there.
And you hit me... like a train.
Blind sided me... I didn't see this coming.
When I saw it happening, I fought... with all my strength.
I tried to push you away.
To remain my heart guarded and protected from ever feeling anything again.
Because I didn't want to love or feel for someone just to for it to be taken again and used to stab my heart and make it bleed out
a short storythe pencil in my hand started to dull from the pressure i'd given it. i was nervous. i never get nervous. i was sweating, why was i sweating? oh god, what was i even doing? i looked down again to see a journal scribbled to the brim with notes and stories that i had been attempting to occupy myself with, then looked up at what i'd been hiding from for the last ten minuets, it was him. he looked over at me with a smile, looking up and down my body approvingly, then giving a slight wink, making me blush. i didn't normally go for these kind of things, hell, these kind of things never happened really. i smiled back, my knees bumping together under my desk. through class i kept trying to keep to myself, my eyes pleading with every glance down to look back at him as he did the smallest things to make me laugh and blush. an hour passed and my face was half red. i saw him look at me again, smiling warmly, and bent down to pick up my bag. as i looked back up, i noticed his eyes hadnt moved from
FlowersIf you were to burn a field of flowers
If you would set light to a forest of dreams
I would be there to guide you home
Through the blackest plumes of smoke
And through the hottest, rising steam
a loss of momentumwhen i see you next
i want to see a smile.
a forced one.
one that reflects the one
i will be giving.
there better be a kiss
waiting for me.
a long one.
one that reminds me
that we're both still here.
an embrace should follow
the absence of words.
a passionate one.
one that stops the
i'll be scared
of what will come.
i fear losing
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye and it's kinda funny how you aren't aware of how rare a sight it is. And I tell you, you might not even notice, that tomorrow she'll still be there, but right now, I'm fixated on you.
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More