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Papered HeartsI cut out paper figures
From the pages of my heart.
They turn into dust,
Heart's FireYou have lit my heart's wick
Setting it ablaze with fiery passion
Burning from inside out.
The warmth spreads like a wildfire,
Showing no mercy in it's wake.
From chest cavity to toetips
Burning shades of crimson-orange delight.
Only you can blow out the fire of my heart
For you are the one who ignited its desire.
I Hear...At night I hear the trees cry,
The pretty flowers dying
A beautiful tragedy.
At night I hear the birds sleep,
The stars speaking
To my lonely heart.
When sleep finally passes
Night morphs into day
And I can hear the sun screaming.
The stars dissipate, the trees dance,
Birds awake from slumber,
And the flowers come alive.
Broken GlassI almost allowed myself to love you
But I'm glad I didn't fall
Because instead of pretty roses
I got thorns and broken glass.
Just RightYou held my hand just right and we fitted together like hand to glove.
You held me just right and we fitted together like fitted sheet to bed.
You kissed me just right and we fitted together like peanut butter to mouth.
You loved me just right and we fitted together...
No words left to describe that four lettered word.
I love you is 8 letters long but so is bullshit.
I guess togetherness was over rated just like love.
Love is a gambleLove is a subconscious gamble, with your fragile heart at stake,
To pursue its indeterminate desire, conscious or not, that it may break.
Ace, joker, queen or king? Whos to know who will win?
In this unpredictable game of love, with players overcome by desperation,
In a game where even clever tactics fail. Win or lose? Thoughts derail.
For whos to blame if you lose the game?
The opponent or the gambler?
The heartbreaker or the lover?
We can only ever hope to win, in this game of wishful sins.
For what we may gain, may just be the greatest fortune that can ever come into our lives.
Happiness Is FakeEvery smile you give pains my heart
For I can't stand seeing you happy.
Every tear I shed makes me smile
For I can't stand seeing myself happy.
Lock Me Away
Lock me away inside your heart's encasings.
Throw away the key into the ocean's depths.
The key getting lost within the dust and algae.
Hoping it will never again be found.
Lock me away into your memory
Where I will be burned for eternity.
Never will you rid me and the memories
We once shared as one.
Lock me into your lips in a lip lock
That will last longer than time.
Growing old, world going dark as the sun dies out.
Lips super glued together as we get lost.
Lock me into your soul where no one
Can cut me away once I start to threaten your health.
Hold me close, never letting me fall
Backwards into the ocean's fury.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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