|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
I have your number, SeabirdHis bathroom is small and bleak. The mirror
shows your reflection in seven colors which
haven't been named on the red-blue-yellow
spectrum. Your eyes are shaking like eggs
and he hasn't said your name in a year. You
think of everything he calls you: Jay, Jaybird,
Rose if he's playful. He told you particles of
every man he's slept with are in the carpet
when he pulled your head back to look into
your pupils. Your eyes are black. They run,
raw and rotten from fluorescence overhead.
He told you the shrooms weren't the same.
If you don't like LSD, you might feel better
trying something more natural. It grows
like marijuana: from the ground. But
what comes is better than what came beforea man, once,
of whom i am quite fond
for his green eyes
came up to me and inquired
how he might look
with the barrel of a gun
in his mouth.
the cheekbones for it,
but i think
you'd look better at
the bottom of the ocean
or with a rope around your
lulled safely to sleep
in my arms
on a warm afternoon,
on your forehead
on your lap.
i will rest by the river and bloomi have eaten so many cherries i have lost count,
my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching.
with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds
look like little organs, little stone hearts:
i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach
like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will
grow slowly though my stomach and my bloodstream, maybe they will
burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,
a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie
apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.
my bad decisions will touch the sky.
JuniorFinally, an upperclassman
The year seems to fly by
As you wait for the coveted title of Senior
But you feel stuck
As your boyfriend is off at college
And you are still here
And you want him to come back
And you hope he comes back
So you get promise rings
So he has to promise to come back
And sometimes he comes back every weekend
And sometimes not for a month
And sometimes promises are broken
And you are up until the early morning
Meanwhile, you are suddenly aware of how
Different you are from everyone
All your friends are picture-perfect
Cookie-cutter representations of
The Ideal Teenager
And every morning, you
Winter PactBeneath the firmament of a dull white sky,
Three sons of the Earth trudged forth to a snowy hilltop,
So that the foremost among them may cry-
“Old Man Winter!”
“Old Man winter!”
“Why must ye be so bitter!?”
“My sons are fatigued and my daughters are cold,”
“They suffer from the wrath of your ire,”
“I would ask that your transgressions against us,”
“Cease if I may be so bold!”
A grey cloud formed in the sky,
Shifting itself into an old man’s face,
That was quick to reply-
“My transgressions shall not cease,”
“And you may not be s
Queen of HypocrisyVixen, vixen, pretty little vixen. Why you be vexin'? You think you're so stunning, you think you're so mighty,
you think you're so clever, but really you're so naughty.
With coat as red as flame, and the visage of friendly appeal, you draw people in close
just so you could make them burn and kneel. Why, vixen, why are you so mean?
Do you really think so low of yourself you have to demean?
You speak philosophically, you speak like a sage, but your words are lies woven by the deranged.
You're modest upon sight, I'll give you that, but once people think they know you,
you strike and bite. You can't stand to be questioned, you have to be
FakeIn my mind,
I see the light.
The light shines in my eyes,
Causing me to be blind.
The blindness makes me see things,
Things like the future.
I feel dizzy,
My world is turning.
I see the light,
It blinks in my vision.
Oh, how I could’ve been good for you,
Don’t be so cruel to me.
People crowd around,
I want to see what’s going on.
Alas, I see a dreadful thing,
A boy is crying.
People are laughing,
Picking on him because he’s weak.
I push through the crowd,
Extending a hand towards him.
He smiles, grins with tears in his eyes,
He grabs my hand.
I pull him up and hug him,
I’m finally wanted.
lily pads.I let you crack me open
and allowed your sadness
to fill my empty chest.
Tears; like sea salt
on my ribcage–
From the nourishment
of your remorse,
flowers began to bloom
inside the crevice
of my breastbone.
The Stage of LifeThe lights flare up,
glaring at me,
sirens screaming their judgements.
I stand in front of the light,
made up on the stage of life.
The gun's in my hands,
the body's on the ground,
the blood's decorating the floor.
Tired, rehearsed shouts echo,
"You have the right to remain silent..."
"Please, son, can you tell me you didn't do it..?"
"anything you say can and will be used against you..."
"You've always been such a good boy,
tell the policeman the truth..."
"You're innocent until proven guilty."
You want the truth?
That wasn't in the script,
honesty was never written...
Do you expect me to spill,
explode with all these secret
Elements of ChangeWhat is it that makes this different?
Is the air different?
What fills my lungs, is that the change?
What in this is not the same?
Is it the way my hair falls?
What brushes my shoulders, is that the change?
What holds the alteration?
Is it in the steps down the street?
What moves my being, is that the change?
Tick tockTick tock
Time is running out.
Don't you dare waste it.
Doesn't matter if you look.
Up,down left or right.
Won't cheat this time.
Stuck on a question I see.
Didn't you studied last night?
Tsk, tsk shame on you.
You see,i'm the clock that's hangs in every classroom.
Tick tock I am the clock.
Should I slow down for your sake?
Need more time?
No can do!
I wont wait for you.
I go slow, when you don't want to.
I go fast when you desperately need more.
Isn't it funny?
To see all your faces.
Tick tock minutes are seconds now.
Better scribble down your last answers
For I declare it is o
the writer's diseasemy conversations become
blurs of i-miss-you's
littered on the cold floor of empty promises.
you deserve something more than
silhouettes of words, casting shadows onto my heart
filling it with tricks of light
that try to hide away the darkness.
sit down and stay for a while--
except i'm going to go
because i never learned how to keep
the beautiful things
for more than a little at a time;
i'm left chain smoking words like cigarettes
one word after the other after the other,
exhaling them all with my cancer
and my thick, black lungs.
and they say a cigarette takes seven minutes
from your life--
yet these words take memories from mine,
Calls for war.
Swords and spears alike are
Sharp with eager destruction;
They rise into the air
In a sea of molded
Monsters and men
Battle it out on the bloodstained
Where death is as common
As a breath of rancid air.
Above the massacres,
The moon shines as
Bright as a supernova,
Burning up the sky with
It's flaming light.
It calls for howls of pain and fear
From the soldiers down
Even the werewolves will cry.
Story of Evil (Fairy Tail Ver)Hey guys! Haven't published something in ages! IM STILL ALIVE XD. I wanted to start a new story, even though I have like 4 other stories to do, I will be updating them very soon, maybe tomorrow. I will give you some info about my other stories.
The Demon boy and The Girl- Is still alive, I have written the chapter, but haven't got around uploading it. GOMENASAI .
Anyways... onto this one. I've been obsessed with Kagamine Rin and Len, well for a long time. And I LOVE THE STORY OF EVIL (if you dunno them, its like a bunch of songs that makes a sad story that I love) and I decided, why not make a Fairy Tail ver.
I've been in love with the songs
pendulums and swing setsit was almost exactly two years ago, today.
one of the happiest days i've ever had
my self-esteem went whoosh, into the air,
and i couldn't stop smiling.
at the time,
if one was happy,
it was time to celebrate
by dowsing one's innocent little throat
a friend of a friend.
he let us all lose our minds in his basement.
he served us.
he was a nice guy.
had a birth defect that made his eyes go back and forth really fast.
back and forth
back and forth.
creeped me the fuck out, but
i let it slide.
because he was a nice guy.
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
Keep in Touch!
`ChewedKandi has certainly gone out of her way to keep the vector community on the right path. Always making sure that her talents are infinitely scalable, Sharon has put her bezier curves to excellent use, and firmly anchored herself as an inspirational leader. We're absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for June 2013 to `ChewedKandi. Congratulations, Sharon! Read More