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LostAnd it was said,
written and bled ..
that the road ahead ..
will have tears to be shed ..
dead bodies on the floor spread ..
hope lying on a thin black thread ..
and it is said,
and it was fed ..
sadness was all that we will dread ..
as we have seen a map that we read ..
on a long long road we have led ..
and the map contained words of rhymes ..
filled with hate greed and crimes ..
perverted but-sacred at times ..
and as i move towards the cave ..
on a mark of X - i march as a brave ..
slurping on the floor, as the rocks i pave ..
to the quest ive become a slave ..
to the quest ive become engraved ..
the intersect has been reached ..
the fences have been breeched ..
the secret has been leeched ..
and the map suddenly bleached ..
but ive continued to dig below ..
hoping the rhymes would continue to flow ..
hoping my life will eventually glow ..
hoping that destiny will finally show ..
that i will not be living as a shadow ..
a hope for a better tomorrow ..
and as i dug and dug ..
While..depriving ones soul from the mere luxury of adding up the equation to fit the equator ..
while the static atmosphere seem to only disturbly attract all that is wicked and fatal ..
and while the clockwise movement is nothing but the countdown of a pathetic existence ..
and while the guardians of one being ..are nothing but the creatures that seem to crash you and watch you burn ..
while the beautiful people are the demons ..
while the ugly people are the forsaken heroes ..
while love is brewing hate ..
and hate is brewing pain ..
while pain is brewing despair ..
and while the brewed cup of despair is ready and hot ..
you figure out that it takes just one innocent sip ..
to taste the flavor of injustice ..
the scent of betrayal ..
the scene of a swift stab to the heart by a darling ..
and while the word care is accompanied by insecurity ..
while wisdom is patched with greed ..
while the self driven esteem is train tailed to the sweet embrace of failure ..
while the sun rays a burn ..
Undo it all ..and i refuse to resist
i choose to cease to exist
i want to come undone
i shall stop, no longer shall i run..
forfeit the game..
forget this useless name..
turn lose the beast..
plate me as a feast..
undo the stitches..
am closer now.. left a few inches..
chain me down..
break my fuckin crown..
pluck out my wings..
mute these wails that sings..
pull me down to the floor..
chain the hopeful door..
leave me there to rot..
end me with a full stop..
uncure my wounds so deep..
label me as the sick fucked up creep
unbound the so called trust
stab me with all ur fuckin thrust..
fuck my innocence
abuse my weaknesses..
drown me in my lust..
rape me if you must..
burn me into flame..
feed me all the blame..
because i .. i am ..
i am insane
i am the shame
i am the empty i am the plain..
i am the me with a crossed out name..
so flush me down ..
push me let me drown..
unnourish me .. enjoy my screaming plee
stab these guts..
mutate the sluts..
grind my flesh..
eat me fresh..
suck out my blood..
theBathtub'sHolei was having a shower the other day
nothing special as far as i could say
moving my hands with foam to my body and rub
when i suddenly saw a hole in the bathtub!
closed the water and kneeled to take a look..
what i have found, was never read in any book!
an entirely different world through this hole..
glowing neons while everything is dark as coal..
and in its center of this universe ..
where everything is in reverse..
lies a symbolic temple with a fountain..
where its nectar falls and fills the mountains..
and the creatures are finally on sight..
flickering those transparent wings so bright..
drinking from that forbidden stream..
something that has never been seen..
and i squeeze my finger through as deep..
to taste that stream, i made a swift sweep..
a slimy liquid like substance
something like.. and i halted, could never finish the sentence..
and i finally figured out what it is ..
that brought life to these creatures, the awakening kiss..
a mixture of sperm and sweat..
and years an
a psychotic vibe ran through my body ..
ideas and visions of a demonic mind ..
where have all these stories come from ..
how have i ever been able to think of such things ..
walking round and round ..
a box of lost and found ..
a circus with a clown show ..
a play with mimes, a no show ..
a peaceful sigh utter from these silent chairs ..
who's watching now .. no one stairs ..
dreams and angels .. grip to any fuckin dream ..
the mind is such a lonely place ..
questions and questions, thats only the bigging phase ..
you then start to wonder where you belong ..
a humming voice - a no words song ..
aching for someone to notice ..
as you bleed right in front of them ..
tears and a black reded syrup of a rotten flesh ..
nothing can mend me now .. nothing can fix the mesh ..
fill up your plate .. taste this bitterness ..
tell me how it feels .. tell me what it has done to you ..
and it all turns black .. ready for fuckin phase two ..
where you choose not to care anymore ..
let the demons come
Like Cockroaches ..a creep that seers through the darkness
watching as mankind dwell into hatred ..
learning .. observing ..
tranquility as they might call it ..
seems to not exist anymore ..
in a world where lies overcome truth ..
no good guys winning in this battle ..
fairy tales to us; happiness is ..
bed time stories, only tailed on streets ..
cold and hungry ..
power has now become weak ..
only demons and devils rule us all ..
simple words that i use ..
seem to hurt, carve its way in ..
find its path through those blood pumping veins ..
churning acid - burning with pains ..
father father, can't you see ..
everything's transparent now .. zero opacity ..
rhymes and lyrics, a mayhem of stories ..
collide and combust ..
visions and letters .. like food and baggers ..
makes no sense, is it the only way now?
the purest form of truth?
hath not endless tears and regret be of honesty?
must I weep these nonsense to you?
a magical intrusion, a systematic fusion ..
dreamt a mystically magnificent disturbing dre
Hydrais this what i think it is?
love ..? could it be? ..
the soothing embrace ..
in a dark lonely night ..
where your weak .. and she is your only might ..
a touch of sweet white grace ..
wiping away the tears .. from my face ..
overwhelmed by this love's trace ..
in my mind .. i refuse to believe this ..
it must be fake .. this .. this bliss ..
i will not allow myself to get crushed once more ..
beaten down, anguished .. broken and sore ..
im hurt .. deep down in this .. inner hollowed core ..
i .. for once .. have understood, what tears are made for ..
hearts paralyzed by false beauty .. and innocent eyes ..
that stare .. burns through any living soul ..
untamed lust.. thats what i only seem to recall ..
a poisonous serpent with nine heads ..
faces .. for each new love ..
a monstrous mistress ..
she was what i believed in ..
the seething sound from her tongues ..
like a violin string, with voice- it sung ..
this dark gloomy crimson river ..
and im all alone left to sail ..
run away from
ihateyoui lost the will to write ..
seems to me words are out of sight..
they don't do it anymore ..
the pain i have inside ..
blades is my serenity now ..
beautiful blades of silver shine ..
a cut so deep, pour down the wine ..
drink my love ..
oh how i wish you could feel ..
how my blood,wine and rust ..
taste with my uncontrollable lust ..
towards breaking you down ..
pulling that .. that headed crown ..
i would die to see you suffer ..
i would give away anything ..
to watch your begging ..
its 2 past 12 now ..
and am all alone now ..
fighting this knife .. fighting not to bow ..
can i cry ..
can i weep ..
watch me ..
as i tune these screams louder ..
listen to these viollon, listen to these lethal notes ..
hear my weeps ..
another sad song ..
another emotional breakdown ..
are you enjoying this - he screams! ..
are you enjoying this - HE SCREAMS ! ..
all alone now ..
happy now ..
oh God, i cant i cant ..
i cant stop the tears from gushing out ..
this foggy mellowed lake of my sa
Confessions..and here it starts again,
yet another vortex for us to dwell in ..
seeing no one but ourselves, as we slumber ..
deeper.. deeper into our bleak nothing ..
a dark demented stain ..
a frightened scream,
a nightmares dream ..
how insane could one man be?
to love a candle light?
does he not know, for every light lies a shadow ..
lurking beneath us all ..
the dark dark side of an angel ..
where wings turns to blazing flames ..
white is no longer seen ..
shattered by my own fantasy ..
nourishing myself with feeds of lies ..
breading a generation .. watching it as it dies ..
the cryptic secret has been unsealed ..
yes, for once i shall speak out loud ..
no longer will these words be engraved in stone ..
in blood shall they wrath upon the walls ..
for this human race to wake up from a fiction ..
that has settled upon the surface of our lives ..
so subtle and silent ..
a crust that hides true feelings ..
its time for these embers to fall apart..
a choking truth ..
breath in for
Mariage blancMariage blanc
Le temps est gris sale -
et les arbres soufflés de leurs feuilles ne cachent plus les squelettes, les failles et les lacunes. La lumière fade de la réalité assaille la gorge tel un noeud coulant qui serre d’un peu plus près avec chaque mouvement.
L’animal pris au piège, emmêlé dans le fil des souvenirs, prend peu à peu racine et étouffe ce feu qui fait bondir en avant. À quoi bon lutter, si ce n’est que pour mourir soumis à l’impossible.
Le temps est gris sale -
et par delà son masque de fer, le coeur à découvert, la guerrière aux yeux de verre abattue et au bout de son sang
-Sophie, décembre 2013
I amI’m like a puzzle,
All my different scars show you where I was broken
And then glued back together again.
I’m like a painting,
All the colors and textures up close look a mess and unfixed
But standing back they show you something beautiful and wonderful.
I’m like a tree,
Standing tall and strong against the wind and the rain
Giving shelter to those that need it from the hazardous conditions of life.
I’m like the river,
Flowing freely and full of life
Never tied down, but always on the path of life.
I am one with myself,
I am beautiful,
I am strong,
And I am free.
The Way of AveragesMost of us aren't special or privileged. We will never be royalty or even important in the grand scheme of things. Achievements will be average at best and suffering will, for the most part, be equal.
We will all weigh the good from the bad and measure life accordingly. Self-loathing and self-pity will be a given at one point or another and we will all say things like “why me, why me”. But good things don't just happen to kings and bad things don't just happen to you.
At the top of the world there are, but a few and we are the rest. This is the way of averages. This is the norm, good, bad, or otherwise indifferent.
Les Naufrag2s du Silence
Faire le deuil de toutes les relations avortées. Tirer un trait. Sur la page noircie de ses espoirs déchus. Là où s'échouent tous les non-dits. Le fruit de nos vides. Les souvenirs perlent au bord de mes songes. Je les efface d'un soupir. Leur préférant les effluves du sang. Et leurs lambeaux sur les murs. Les tomettes rouges ne sont que des morceaux d’âme collés au plafond. Courir après des fantômes et choir d'avoir trop cru. S'abandonner aux larmes, seule éclosion de la frustration. Parce que les cris de désespoir sont ensevelis dans la chair. Rejouer les scènes, encore et encore jusqu'à en perdre le fil. Puisque plus rien ne fait sens. Errer dans des déserts de souffre.
Et les voiles de l'absurde enveloppent alors l'oubli.
Dans les ombres de ta tête s’animent des démons.
Il faisait frémir ses doigts au seuil de mon
ARE WE HUMAN . SPOKEN WORDAre we even human and are we really real.
Or are we so confused that we forgot what it feels like to feel.
I mean As the days go by I just grow Cold hearted
A Senseless soul as I say my good byes to another sister who was martyred
Paint a picture of a perfect world which is nothing short of distorted
Nothing short of a disguise To try to hide all the lies from behind of all the children dying
And all the lost lives
As a little girl cries
I'm alive I'm alive I can't believe I'm breathing
See we're alive too sweetie but our hearts aren't really beating
See every time I hear you scream on the screen I'ma quickly get to leaving
Hit the X please, I mean I really need to sleep this evening
I mean how can I eat while I watch her bleeding
I mean how can I turn the heat on my heaters while I watch her freezing
So if I hear her screaming one more time I'ma hold my breath and close my eyes
and just pretend to be dumb, deaf and blind And hope to death she doesn't die.
Failing to realise that our s
Misery Comes With LoveI love how you think I care
and with every memory you will tear.
You should know by now that I am no angel
and your every heartbeat will be ruined by danger.
Your assumptions are nothing but my lies
As I stand here underneath a crimson sky.
Don’t say you care with only a stare,
I will bring you pain more than you can bear.
I’m immune to your stymie
and I have no wish for you to free me.
You may think I’m lying
but who’s the one crying?
What you may think is me doubting is only my paradox
so don’t fill me with your useless flout.
You don’t know me so don’t say you do;
I would love to watch you come undone.
To leave you behind is my ultimate prize
so stop saying arbitrary things that will kill you,
Because I’m only waiting on the cue
While your being blind and unwise.
I love how you think I care
and with every memory you will tear.
You should know by now that I am no angel
and your every heartbeat will be ruined by danger.
Using my wordsYou tell me to not think with my emotions.
But how can I not think with my feelings when that's how I love you?
I don't use logic or reason, I'm not making a song.
I'm writing a poem.
EntschuldigtEntschuldigt mich für die verbliebene Zeit
wartet nicht auf mich
wartet nicht auf die Zeit
wartet nicht bis das ihr abgeholt werdet
Entschuldigt mich für eine Weile
doch das Leben wartet nicht
sie ereignen sich
spielt keine Spiele
spielt das Leben
Das hast du ich gelehrt
Ich entschuldige dich für den Rest meines Lebens
warte nicht auf dich
warte nicht auf den Takt der Uhr
warte nicht auf den Sensenmann
Ich entschuldige dich für alle Weile, die du benötigst
dein Leben schreitet voran, vorwärts ohne mich
wir begegneten uns
du mich und ich dich und ich mich und du dich
all das ereignete zwischen uns
ich du wir ich ich du du allein
all das geschah zwischen uns
wir spielten eine Rolle
das Leben spielte die Wahrheit
Sie spielte dazwischen
nothing chewing teeth with naked bare gums ..
as they shatter away this surface ..
i can taste the blood ..
together with pieces of flesh ..
tastes like you ..
the sadness mixed with harsh truth ..
a bleak ending ..
such a perfect end ..
a well written novel ..
i envy you ..
for i dwell in your misery ..
gasping for air ..
i just envy you ..
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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