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AutumnOn covered heads
Lips cherry red
Orange wings being to fall.
From age-worn hands
Anchored on land,
Caressed by wind, given nature’s all.
Once forest green,
Now tempest red
With flurries of orange and yellow.
Fall as angels
And demons alike,
The trees weep as they go.
Yes, the trees weep,
Didn’t you know?
"Isn't It Fun To Pretend?"
To say to you all the things that I’ve been thinking,
All the while that I’ve been thinking,
Would be to say all the things
I’ve been thinking I couldn’t say.
While, all the while,
All it required
Was for me to stop thinking
To be the person I’ve pretended to be
Would be pretending to pretend
That I am no longer pretending
And that, with the end of my pretense,
We would become
What others are pretending to be,
And that which we pretended didn’t matter.
While all the while
Our pretense was more real than
We were or could ever be.
To hear you say the words that you’ve been saying-
That you have all the while been saying-
Would be to hear all the words
I’ve been hearing
Even when you haven’t been saying them.
Because all the while
I knew I required you
And all the while you lied
And I was thinking,
‘Isn’t it fun to pretend?’
Ever AfterThis path somehow seems familiar
Have I been here before?
I followed the bread crumbs – turned mold
Down a yellow brick road
Where are you taking me?
Around turns and bends
Under branches and over roots
Careful not to fall –
For the truth…
I Quit...!I'm hurting...AgainYou hurt me again!When will this end?Why did it begin?What can I doTo avoid hurting again?
I thought you were goodI thought you were pureBut you're more like Muddy water That settles & deceives.You are a liarAnd you play your role to perfectionEvery step, every wordIs careful deception.
You don't belong in my worldYou only pretended to belongAnd you were so well blended I almost didn't realize how wrongYou were for me...
By then,It was too late. You had dug your claws inAnd, save for the jaws of life,I don't think I'll ever be freeYour talons may even linger with mePost Separation Pain...I can't erase you off the face of this EarthBut I'll still try to erase your face.
You hurt me for long enoughAnd I thought I had deserved it somehowThat I had doneOr not doneSomething to earn your disgustBut what have I doneThat was so utterly wrong?
I shouldn't have to make excuses for your truthI shouldn't have to get used to your abuseYou
ToolYou are a tool
This is not to say that all men are tools
But the way you have allowed yourself to be used
I can call you nothing more fitting
Than a tool.
You have made yourself
The Knife, stabbing me in the back.
And the flame
Searing away my very last nerve,
Your words weren’t your own
But they came from your mouth.
The arrow did not come from your quiver
But was still shot
Sure and true
From your bow…
You have been a tool
Time and time again
And I have tried to save you
But you would rather hammer
The nails into my coffin
Than build your esteem…
You could have been the needle
With that stitch, just in time
But you chose to be the scissors
Cutting my life line.
You are a tool.
Had you been aware of what you were doing
I may have thought differently of you
But instead of being the man behind,
You were the gun.
This may not have been
The way you started out
But it’s who you’ve become –
I mean, ‘what’ you’ve become
Rest In Peace...So you may rest in peace,
I will breathe
For every breath you can't.
I will love
For every moment you won't.
For every joke you
Could have told
But never will.
And I'll cry
You never did.
Don't worry about me
I'll be fine over here
You just rest...
Without You...The sky is darker than I remember,
Were the stars always that far away and small?
They don't shine tonight, glowing dimmer than embers,
Was the moon always that lonely, and those trees so tall?
I'm so scared, I know I'm alone
But without you here
I feel as if the darkness of this night
Will steal my tears away
Before they can fall
Before they, too, can run away from me...
Was the night always this dark?
The noises form a giant I can't see,
But somehow still, he's chasing me.
Now there is no hand to hold,
No arm to squeeze my emotions into,
No warmth to steal into my frigid body...
Did it all disappear into the void of this night?
Re: The Greener Grass...I used to be jealous of friendships like yours
I used to want one so badly
I wanted to be on the inside
With everyone surrounding me
Until one day when I was inside...
And I realized that everyone surrounding me
Was out to get me
Or get something from me
They wanted to suffocate me...
With no escape
I was in your shoes
And they were glued to the floor
No place to run.
So now when I see you
Smiling in the middle of your crowd
I don't envy you
With your multitude of friends
I like my solitude...
Someone wise once told me
Useless things like
"Be careful what you wish for"
And "not all that glitters is gold"
But the thing is...
I'll wish because I'm curious
And sometimes gold glitters
And other times, I just want something to shine...
All that really matters
Is that I'm happy where I am
Because I know that if I'm not,
I'll want everything I don't have
And I'll stay unhappy forever...
To An Old Flame...Seems like every time you return
You take a piece of me and burn
The edges off my natural self
Now there's only ashes left.
And every time you say you want what's best
I just feel like I end up with your rejects
I'm starting to wonder why they say I'm blessed,
They don't see the ashes you left.
Seems like every time you're here
I lose another piece of myself
I'm starting to wonder if I'll have any of me left
When you leave again...
Will there even be ashes left?
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
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
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
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