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A Girl's Best FriendA Girl's Best Friend,
It is not a diamond ring,
Nor Sterling silver jewelery,
Or anything expensive at all.
It may not be beautiful to others,
But always beautiful to her.
She will cherish it forever,
And it will love her too.
She will cuddle with her,
For comfort whenever she's sad.
It will never fail her,
Whenever someone else has.
This little ball of love,
Will love her to death.
She'll soothe her aching heart,
When it needs mending.
A Girl's Best Friend,
Will be a man's friend, too.
Because a human's best friend,
Is a lovable, wonderful...
The ColdThe Cold,
It ties its strings tight around me and only me.
Its deathly feel freezes my blood.
And I am alone.
It splatters on me and only me.
Its cold, wet drips hide my tears,
And I feel more Alone.
It whispers harsh words into my ears and only my ears.
It persuades me that it will never leave me,
And Loneliness is my only friend.
It flashes towards me and only me.
The Rain stops,
And Loneliness begins to tip-toe away.
It strengthens me and only me.
The Loneliness drifts further from me,
And the Cold becomes warmer.
It caresses me and only me,
The Loneliness has moved on,
And the Cold exists not with me.
"Why are you so wet?"
I respond with a simple,
"The Rain, The Cold, The Loneliness."
You let out a tsk,
You take out a towel and wrap it around me,
"Lets Get You Warmed Up", You say.
But The Cold had already dissapeared.
Its a complicated thing.
Its not being obsessive,
Yet its not being uninterested.
Its not obsessively calling and texting your dear,
Nor is it ignoring them completely.
Its not making them be with you and only you,
But its being able to accept the fact that they can spend time with others.
When you look into his eyes and see a special look,
When you look at her smile and see how bright it is,
When your stomach gets butterflies whenever they walk by.
When you see them and jump for joy,
When your hands spark when they intertwine,
When your heartbeats beat the same.
When you never want to come home without them again,
When he steals your heart,
And you steal his last name.
ScarsWounded I stand,
On the battlefield of hope.
Everyone stands tall and proud,
While I begin to fade.
My fellow soldiers leave me behind,
They are cured of depression.
And I stay back,
My hope bleeding out of my skin.
I grab to their boots,
Clinging for dear life.
"Sir, please help me!
I'm dying, please save me!"
But every man shakes me away,
Continuing to walk away from me.
I watch them go,
And wait for my demise.
But God lifts me up,
And my wounds are healed.
I can now walk,
Thanks to my precious Lord.
My mind will never be cured of this pain,
Not until I die.
Because my scars still show,
Reminding me of my constant struggle.
But I shall go on,
For I am no longer afraid,
To get cut,
To live in pain.
I know that this is only temporary,
I know it will disappear one day.
I will survive,
And I will be fine.
My WorldWhy are we born into a world of hate?
Knowing all the negative is surely our fate.
Why does the beautiful turn out bad?
Why do we feel the hurt, the pain, and sad?
When everything is right, something goes wrong.
Then all the other good things follow along.
It seems as the light at the end of the tunnel becomes dimmer each day,
But deep in my heart, I still have to pray.
All we have is our hopes and our dreams.
But in our reality nothing is as it seems.
That's why I sit in my own little world.
Away from reality that is mixed up and swirled.
When I am there, I let myself go.
It feels so good to release and not let anyone know.
And in my world, it is peaceful and calm.
No worries, not tension, no sweat in my palm.
In my world the sky is always blue,
the grass is green and the birds sing, too.
It is the only place I know where the lions lay down with sheep.
All are at peace and are fast asleep.
So if you should ever feel the need to get away,
Come with me- to my world one day.
FranceXReader: Talking to The Moon________'s P.O.V.
The sun began to dissappear off of my window seal and set into the horizon. I watched as the glourious moon rose into my view, shimmering with its beauty. I climbed out of my bed and walked over to my chair that I had placed right in front of the window. i opened the curtains and sat down in the chair, staring and smiling at the moon.
My room was dark and black except for the light of the moon and its comrades, the stars. I pulled off my neckless that said Love Never Fails and smiled at it. The memories it brought back were bittersweet but perfect and pure bliss. I looked back up at the moon and glared into its core.
"Moon, how do you do it?" I whispered to it. "How could you be so lonely and not do anything? HOw is it that you are surrounded by all these worthless stars, but you barely ever get to see the one you truely love? How is it that you go so long without seeing the Sun, and you never break apart?" I asked, thinking of my own experiences.
"How is it that you
I am a turtleI am a turtle
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell me
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
Does not see
One that lingers
On your lips as
You get drunk on the
Ghost of her
Fleeting presence, her
Faded footsteps are like
Thunder in your chaotic mind
Does not hear
The inebriated slurs in your
Voice, they are the
Bridges connecting the
Notes of another
Mellifluous cacophony that
Sounded better in your
Head but when
You get drunk you
Tend to forget such things
Does not feel
Heart, it is pumping
Blood with enough
Through it to
Knock you dead, but you
Are too busy showing
Off your best dance moves,
You don't even care
Does not care
About whether or
Not you will be
Sober enough to get
Yourself home the next
Morning, she is
Not your designated
Driver, she always
Leaves before the
Night is over,
She always leaves
Does not know
You have no
Choice but to
Unscripted PoemI tread the stairs of Heaven boldly,
Bright and furious, my stars shine on.
Shirk I not, the call of duty,
Brightest blood, in battle splashed,
My armor rings with purpose.
Twilight wanes, the grasp of night,
my eternal embrace in Glory.
Light calls to me, I will away,
my reward secured and rightly.
Not AshamedI have become one of those girls who now has to wear a bra under her bathing suit
I thought I would stay a happy size D but now its closer to E
God . . . what did I do to deserve these
Not that I'm complaining, it gave you a reason to look at me
But how is that fair when I am so much more
Sir I speak Spanish, go to college, turn my words into music that dances off my tongue like the belly dancers of India or an exotic Salsa of my syllables
I am that 'wifey' material that every guy claims to want, yet all I get asked for are my digits
A hit it and quit it
Men wonder why I say NO
It is because I could tell your intent the moment your gaze went south and lingered there longer than on my luscious curls, my fierce eyes, or even the sassy mouth that rejects you
I would much rather be called a prude then diminish my shine for a brief moment with you
Now some say I should cover them up or put them away
Would you shun a tiger for her stripes or a lion for his mane?
Why should I have to hide or
In Love With Others MadnessEvery night and everyday i help those who need a hand.
Some nights only one asks for help
Some nights no one asks for help
And on nights like tonight,
Im grateful to suffer this cursid insomnia
I deal with one, and then another comes along,
Again and again,
All night long,
This task of hearing people's cries,
And hearing the stories of their pleading souls
Should be torture to my ears
It's pure, unadulterated bliss
It relaxes me like no book ever could
It was once a task that maddened me
But now im driven insane without it...
Mechta RogozhinaI watched in reverie as my blood slowly pooled on the cobble-stone road. It gleamed a most beautiful crimson under the noon sun. No ruby could ever compare. For rubies gleam only of age; but blood gleams wholly of life.
Looking up one last time, I saw her flushed, still delicate visage beset by a golden halo; and within her hands the dagger that brought forth the gentle flood that now whispered my secrets to the world, from upon the crimsoned blocks of the cobble-stone road.
A Game PlayedLike a game
that needs to be played.
Like a pawn
moved on the board.
Piece by piece,
the memories fail
only to be replaced.
What is eventually left
is only false.
it would be if
memory served us better.
No queens, no knights.
No spear at our throat
in the end.
Tired of running,
it is time to turn the hand.
This deck is dealt,
this soul done wandering.
This game is no fun,
this setup not working.
This falsity that has undergone.
A cling to light
from the shadows that surround us.
Can you help me?
I will stand here
I will stay by your side
but don't drag me down
with your negativity
and unchanging wrong.
I don't want to drown.
I want to fly instead.
This void in my heart
can be filled with more light
to drive out that evil
and make for a brighter future.
My feet feel tired,
my mind overworked
and ready for rest.
When will we find peace
without that feeling
of being played?
We are strong,
we can overcome
the wickedness of
this world and others.
Be guided by darkness
or by li
The End of FriendshipThe End of Friendship.
It ends not with anger,
Nor with Harsh words,
Or even fists being thrown.
The End of Friendship,
Is at the very end of the road,
Which does not end with bricks of hate,
Or with rude phrases.
The End of Friendship,
It takes year to come.
It gives you time,
To enjoy the memories.
Because the End of Friendship,
Does not Come by Choice.
It comes when you die,
Or the friend you loved.
The End of Friendship,
Ends when you are split physically,
But Friendship never ends,
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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