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part of me
in her neck.
Pull it out
and drop it
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.
Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
is not afraid
It is far less
than girls with
I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.
I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.
I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.
There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...
A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.
And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.
Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.
There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.
I shut my eyes...
on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.
you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.
Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...
yet, they always do.
We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.
Is her chest.
She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.
World moves around her
In top-speed rate,
While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.
Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;
It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.
But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;
Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....
Is her chest.
She feels no emotion,
Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.
Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.
Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a
Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.
On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.
BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a
Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)
Evolution of life
child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape
we evolve to finish in the matrix
Second BestI always win silver, never gold;
I'm constantly pushed to the
Back seat of life, envious eyes
Fixed on the powerful driver's seat.
Someone is better than me, not
Once but annoyingly all the time.
I give the essence of passion and
Yet modesty lacks bright success.
Perhaps throwing my hands up
In the air with defeat is the
Only good thing in my miserable life;
I will always be second best.
invisible nice guyInvisible nice guy
I noticed something strange
And it needs to change
Girls don't see me at all
I'm invisible in the hall
I have to wonder why?
Cause I'm just a nice guy?
What do I have to do?
Should I wear my hat askew?
Some guys think what works
Is to become jerks
That doesn't make sense
You guys just look dense
If I can't be who I am
Then that's a total scam
Even if you don't see
I'll just keep on being me
Monster vampireMonster 1
Let us get a couple things straight
I'm a monster, not a soul mate
And, there is one thing I recall
I'm not a freaking disco ball
Not like in your new romance books
I'm not gorgeous and have good looks
The only thing YOU are is FOOD
I target you, and you are screwed
It's not really your fault, it's mine
That's just the way I like to dine
So when I put you in a trance
I'm not thinking about romance
Me? I don't think I'm a sinner
You, on the other hand? dinner
I am heartlessI am heartless
I have something I must confess
And that is that I don't have a heart
My heart is gone! I say in distress
How did my heart depart?
Each time I walk by you, I feel it beat
And I can only assume you stole it
Really without a heart I'm not complete
Though I don't mind, I admit
Letting you keep my heart, as long as it's you and me
Especially when I'm with you, my heart soars
Sometimes I feel where my heart should be
So would you please give me yours?
Bad daysBad days
On a day when everything goes wrong
When you feel like you don't belong
Nothing I ever do will go right
Getting through those days is a tough fight
On those days all I want to do
Is to forget the world right with you
Maybe we'll relax under a tree
Anywhere, as long as it's you and me
Shy guy 2Shy guy (2)
Too shy, I let her walk away
I finally know how you felt Bublè
Just standing while you said goodbye
Watching you walk away with that lucky guy
I feel just a bit, like Jacob Black
Waiting for you to stop and look back
Until then, I'll always be your friend
The one on who you can always depend
Graduation equals FreedomGraduation = Freedom
Even though things are in good shape
I can't wait to escape
I'm already counting the days
To escape from high school ways
Sorry to say, I won't miss you guys
You know I don't mind goodbyes
I'm not like the guy from owl city
So i don't need for pity
Instead, count these weeks with me
Count the days till we're free
Then I won't see you ever again
And I'll say, "Let freedom reign"
ChoicesIf we didn't care about life
If we didn't look at the long term
Would there be as much strife?
Would we ever learn?
For those who never rest
Always trying to do their best
You can't do any less
Are you always under stress?
Do you keep on saying
It's worth the pain
It's for the gain
Or are you praying
Praying for the end
"Please just not again"
Will you take the chance?
The path to advance
But there is a choice
Will you raise your voice?
Will you finally make a decision?
Or stay in your figurative prison
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