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My fingertips bleed with every impulse I seize
As emotion spills over the black and white keys.
For the music paints a picture and gives it breath,
Plays my soundtrack through life to death.
I dare you to laugh, I dare you to scream,
Let the melody run through you like a ripple in a stream.
Without expression, what would we be?
If I hid it all inside, I know I would not be free.
So I'll write a verse of love tied with strings from the heart,
Set to rhyme with the piano, it'll be my work of art.
When loneliness sleeps in your bones and darkens the soul,
You better play it out before it swallows you whole.
Cross Country Running
I don't run for a prize.
Or against anyone except me, myself and I.
It's the yearning inside my body and soul
That wills me to take stride after stride
And set my limits aside.
I will keep running until I reach my goal
At the end of this winding road.
I have run through hell and back again,
Fighting the wind and hills that mockingly grin.
Fast or slow doesn't matter as long as I go.
I face the pain that may come my way because
I know strength is hidden in my aching bones.
Through the sweat that I have shed,
I will rise up stronger and shine brighter than the sun.
Running is my escape.
It sends my mind to a quiet place.
Fresh air fills my lungs as my heart beats like a drum.
It echoes through my veins and warms my soul.
I just strap on my favorite shoes and my spirit can soar.
I am not running towards a finish line,
I am running for the freedom of feeling alive.
Maybe... Perhaps...Maybe ... because our encounters are given as numbered...
Perhaps ... there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you...
Maybe... I want to eat you and fill me of you because I don’t know when I will have you again…
Perhaps... where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
Maybe... because there is no map to the place where we go...
Perhaps... because all of your kisses are stolen…
Maybe... Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
Perhaps... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
Maybe ... because you decided to not stay with me...
Perhaps ... I have to resign myself to run away with you...
Maybe... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
Perhaps... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
Maybe ... Suddenly I found
love poem for a pianistyou make me think about
how heavy negative space can be.
the space between your fingers,
the space between notes,
the space between us
in this small, soundproof room;
every empty millimetre
in my chest
She + She"I like how our feminine gazes cross, from dawn till twilight
This honeyed voice of her, every time
She says she's deeply fond of me. Mellifluous sounds.
The way we roll up in the green watered grass, innocently
Our burning hands melt under our youth's sun beams.
After years of wandering, I'm conviced
I finally found how I should live.
Her arm around my pleased waist."
said Laura, with an indelible grin on her chubby face.
"I especially liked our fortunate meeting
I remember everything, every purple clouds among morning mist
Sprites sowed seeds of love on my path.
When I saw her, one word bolted in my stunned mind,
This stunning aura of her, just left me speechless
Spring butterflies in my stomach,
Each new sapphire moon with this girl is a gift."
said Charlotte, tightly holding her darling's hand.
"A dyke? Meeeh it shouldn't exist, th
FIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTASFIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTAS
¡Ahora lo que casi nadie espera que sucederá!
Una lagrima broto de sus ojos, trato de detener con persistencia las que le seguían…-no…¡Esto no ha acabado!-
Entre de nuevo en la casa del árbol, definitivamente esa tal Fionna me esta haciendo enfadar de nuevo, no entiendo como es que hace para que esa mirada y esa voz llena de compasión puedan penetrar en lo profundo de mi ser, me hace sentir extraño es como si quisiera estar a su lado y protegerla, ¿pero porque la protegería?, tiene una fuerza bruta inmensamente mortal, claro que eso no lo admitiré nunca por supuesto, pero cuando lucho sola contra mi y me venció baje de las nubes, nunca pensé que un humano pudiese vencerme, ella lo hizo posible.
No se que es lo que le ve al dulce chicle afeminado, digo, por favor, el no puede defenderse por si solo, además de que es un completo cobarde, ¿como i
RosesRoses are read and violets are blue
I gave my entire heart over to you
You took it from me and dumped it in the trash
I should've known; beauty never lasts
Roses are brittle and violets will wilt
All I did was try and ask you for help
You took me under your wing and crept into my heart
Then you made sure to take your time in ripping me apart
Roses are dead, the violets are too
How did I ever convince myself to trust you
Still, it was nice to think I had a friend
To bad I was just a toy to you in the end
GoodbyeRight now I don't want to remember,
And I hope I won't regret this,
But I know I won't want to forget this
Those final hours, and that lingering last kiss
Was the type of moment dreams dwell on,
No I won't forget this:
If that was the last time I held you,
And thought we'd have time,
The last time I tasted you,
And felt your skin slip against mine,
It's the type of goodbye
Writers write about,
Singers sing about,
And dreamers dream about.
Well, I'll scribble about missing you,
And about wilting flowers;
I’m always looking for a story, darling,
And 'goodbye' may be the best of ours.
pause, unpauseI want you beneath my
fingertips, flushed skin like a hushed
I want the enjambment of your
sighs, the rhythm
of your each exhale—
I want your breath
in my chest and your arms
in my arms
and I want to make you
Loud SilenceMy tongue cannot convey as much emotion as my hands can.
My hands can dance a dance of love & ecstasy, as I caress your beautiful skin.
My hands, they can express how much you mean to me with a gentle stroke of my thumb over your knuckle.
They can scream in anguish and displeasure as I pull my hand from yours, my futile attempt to
shield our awkward affection for one another from your eccentric, pushy family.
They can experience a euphoric sensation as they, ever so slowly, part your silky hair, silent pleasure emanating from my fingertips.
And they can aid in my eternal struggle, -to express my love for you and all you stand for, with a simple squeeze of your smaller hand.
Tears of GlassI wish I had someone to comfort now
like the girl staring back from the mirror-
I would whisper my love and hold her hand-
I would soak up her tears and find her smile.
But I can’t dry tears that are made of glass-
I can’t hear lovers’ words that are my own.
There is no one here who will hold me close,
and no companion I can charm to smile.
The only girl with whom I share sorrow
stares back from the mirror with tears of glass.
You left me out in the cold to freeze
After you stole my heart and nearly shattered me.
I will not go back down this road again,
But it is a long way that leads back home.
I refuse to lie down in this grave you have dug for me
While I still have some of my love to give.
But nobody wants you when you're broken,
Nobody wants you when you're black and blue.
Mr. Doctor can you fix me?
Or is it too risky?
Please Mr. Doctor, I will take any risk.
I want to come in from the cold,
And feel the warmth of joy within my soul.
Can you put back the light in my eyes,
So I can see the way home?
I think I am going to need a second opinion
Because the pills do not take me high enough.
All these stitches cannot mend a smile,
Or put the pieces of my heart back together.
Please Mr. Doctor can your fix me?
Or am I unfixable?
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