You grew bored of love.
Sick and tired of my adoration.
Now dreams only wake me
To tell me what I do not know of you.
No one is awake at half five in the morning.
And no one but you could soothe my mind.
You ignore me, I ignore you.
There is too much pride
Enough to hide the displaced love.
But nothing will soothe it.
A phone call made in fear of the dark,
On a warm summers night, fit for gowns and suits,
Sunsets and celebrations,
When the street lights ran out, and girlish fears got the best of us,
From a half mile away you ran to me.
I nearly cried, the wind whipped your jacket,
you were breathless when i fell into your arms
I held you until your raging heart slowed its maddened pace,
The panting of a prince, the beautiful feeling of your heart racing for mine.
Our friends stood by, I didn't hear them,
Your friends trailed behind ashamed and confused,
And in the middle of the crowd we simply held each other,
Until your heartbeat slowed, and
I understand the rules,
But this is still the most bias game I have ever played.
The situation is now in your court,
I have given my reaction,
Static, cold, 'its ok I understand',
Really, I do, I understand how this has to be done.
You don't seem to.
This is your fault that slips and takes another chunk out of me,
And you're planning another?!
I can tell, you know, you give subtle warnings,
And they scar just as bad as your crimes.
I am not upset about your actions,
The way you play this game so wrong
And constantly change the rules.
You know that I am here, in bits,
From your pre-meditated falls,
And you don't seem to care.
It was dark already. The new moon was rising in unsure shades of orange and could be seen out the only window above the sink, which held cigarette butts and the discarded mugs of the evening. The yellow walls of the kitchen retained the sunshine of days past but it never seemed to have any effect on its inhabitants; it never cheered them up.
He hunched over the table. A mug of tea in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He puffed furiously and didnt mind being choked by the spindly smoke or steam drifting around his bent frame. The house cracked, and he felt it. He felt every little movement in the house, every creak or clang of pipe
A thoughtful gift,
So soft, I can sink into you-inanimate object,
Come to bed-your forced-
Master with such harsh sentences
That rip the gentle sowing of your seams.
Why did you drag the stuffing out
And into clear sight?
I seen it before-ignored it before-
Is my teddy stuffed with razors?
Your words-both your words-
Why do they scar-when they should heal??
TheSituationIsStatic by DanceWithMyWords, literature
Literature
TheSituationIsStatic
You have eyes-how can you not see yourself?
Last time I checked you had a fully functioning brain-
What happened?
If your not using it-give it to me,
Ill treat it with some respect-
Ill give it its own opinions-
One , two , three-your back in the room!
Your back to the normal world
That you left for your idol-
My old friend.
Disappointment-now i remember by DanceWithMyWords, literature
Literature
Disappointment-now i remember
Did I make your heart pump faster for a second?
I could have sworn I had an impact-
Did I make a small visible dent in you?-No?
I misunderstood a cold shoulder-
Never again-now that I remember why I dont try.
Dont let me do this again-
I was so deprived
That now Im desperate-
But its making the sky brighter
No longer falling-so bright-
I look pretty in this happiness
It fits my smile-makes it-
And now I want a dress-
Click-tock shoes and an adulthood.
A future of something I dont know,
But a future in this happiness.
Fate was never her friend by DanceWithMyWords, literature
Literature
Fate was never her friend
She believes things happen for a reason,
Does not hold that time is treason-
And in her fleeting love of fate,
She's damned herself to sit and wait.
When the prince knocked on her door,
She greeted him sprawled on the floor,
With a wife beater vest, his whiskey in hand,
She catered to the beasts demands.
And now she feels so lonely,
Because her fate had dealt her hell,
That violence was homely
But hes abandoned her as well
The loneliness she feels,
Now overwhelms her strength to deal,
She'll be on the evening news,
Full of drugs and booze.
Tender bruises on her forearms,
Do nothing to conceal the hue of blood,
Now just look rotting black.
They linger beside and stain
The gentle seam of her nightgown
Trying to conceal themselves from her saintly gaze,
But not totally succeeding
They torture me
Probably more than they do her,
And the jolt I get from the sight
Leaves me weak, and fears 'What If?'
You grew bored of love.
Sick and tired of my adoration.
Now dreams only wake me
To tell me what I do not know of you.
No one is awake at half five in the morning.
And no one but you could soothe my mind.
You ignore me, I ignore you.
There is too much pride
Enough to hide the displaced love.
But nothing will soothe it.
A phone call made in fear of the dark,
On a warm summers night, fit for gowns and suits,
Sunsets and celebrations,
When the street lights ran out, and girlish fears got the best of us,
From a half mile away you ran to me.
I nearly cried, the wind whipped your jacket,
you were breathless when i fell into your arms
I held you until your raging heart slowed its maddened pace,
The panting of a prince, the beautiful feeling of your heart racing for mine.
Our friends stood by, I didn't hear them,
Your friends trailed behind ashamed and confused,
And in the middle of the crowd we simply held each other,
Until your heartbeat slowed, and
I understand the rules,
But this is still the most bias game I have ever played.
The situation is now in your court,
I have given my reaction,
Static, cold, 'its ok I understand',
Really, I do, I understand how this has to be done.
You don't seem to.
This is your fault that slips and takes another chunk out of me,
And you're planning another?!
I can tell, you know, you give subtle warnings,
And they scar just as bad as your crimes.
I am not upset about your actions,
The way you play this game so wrong
And constantly change the rules.
You know that I am here, in bits,
From your pre-meditated falls,
And you don't seem to care.
A star fell.
I caught it with my mind and made a wish,
I wished I could buckle under your kiss,
And have your sweetly spiced words run across my skin,
Until my ear tingled with sweet nothings and the sound of your laughter.
But when stars fall they leave a horrid blackness,
To remind you that falling stars never keep a promise,
They are just hopes-that I can't bare to admitt-will never come true.
Stars might as well stay in their sky,
Because I don't think I'll ever be touched by you...
True tresses, no flowers by DanceWithMyWords, literature
Literature
True tresses, no flowers
Tresses of the tangled kind,dipping into puddles,
And as socks are pulled up,sobbs are duely muffled.
In her uniform of black and white,
A fake smile clouds her star dazed eyes,
Such a cruel suprise for an innocent girl,
Who thought the world would smell of flowers.
she'll never set herself free by DanceWithMyWords, literature
Literature
she'll never set herself free
Come one and all,
To see the girl,
With flowing locks
of pure white pearl.
Her beauty is beyond belief,
Yet why,may I ask,
Are her eyes clouded with grief?
Has she been locked up in that cage for too long?
Or not fealt the touch of a man,
Or the true tune of a song?
There must be something wrong.
A key must be found,
Look on the floor,
Or look on the ground.
However,she will not be set free,
As long as she posses the key.
a beautiful stranger. by Artsie-Escapee, literature
Literature
a beautiful stranger.
i'll tell you i'm a dreamer.
i swear it's true.
and i'll tell you i'm not that beautiful but i have a heart made of glass that's as pretty as pretty can be but easily broken so please take care. i'll point at my arms and describe every charm that laces me colorful and why they are my world. i'll explain how i want to succeed and achieve and believe and create and that i love people.
i really do.
i love their idiosyncrasies and the way they laugh and the way they cry and the way hope always whispers in their ears when everything is crashing to the ground. i'll tell you how in the middle of the night, when everything is silent, i listen to
Dawn awakened
Bringing with it
Light of a reborn day
The tree of time
Lost a fruit
To the realm of life
As the first ray of light
From the sun
Hit the tree of time
A bud began
To gradually blossom
Into the fruit
Of a day
Second First Impressions by no-modern-swinger, literature
Literature
Second First Impressions
Your best friends here. Hes actually here. Hes come to visit you, and you couldnt be happier. Its been too long since you last seen him, way too long.
Okay. Adam has been your best friend since you were both, what, 13? You love this boy, you do. And he loves you. You love the way he laughs at whatever stupid thing comes out of your mouth before mocking you relentlessly for it. You love how his eyes light up when hes talking to you, or listening to you, like he cares. How hes not doing that pretend to give a shit thing he does when hes talking to the rest of the world. You love how hes one
I cant get the screams out of my head,
louder and louder it bangs on my skull,
pulsing, slamming, causing my head to throb,
and my eardrums to burn,
and my knees to become weak.
Its like an itch that you cant scratch,
or a stomach ache that wont go away.
It kills me that Ive tried,
it hurts me that you think Ive lied,
because Id never do to you.
But my efforts paying off for me,
inside of me something else I see,
that Ive never seen before.
Something other than you.
Something new.
And still when I stare into the mirror,
the person staring back at me,
is someone that I hate to be,
I hate myself f
Hunger ruins a childs life,
Where obesity, anothers,
One child sleeps under a tree,
While another, under covers.
One childs wish at christmas,
Is the toy he wants most dear,
Another hopes his family
Will live another year.
One child drinks a can of pepsi
Sitting in the lounge,
Another child drinks water like mud
In a rusted can he found.
When you watch the TV
Taking pity from afar,
There is something you dont realise
You can help from where you are.
She stains her lips in red,
She rims her eyes in raven black,
She's just looking for a pick me up,
Someone she knows will let her down,
Because if she can't cry on demand,
Then she'll find herself another way.
She smootes out the creases in her dress,
And hopes that God wont notice the stain,
Walking through the night on daggered shoes,
As she exits through the entrance.
hmm...i think i may be returning to deviant art...tis half 2 in the morning and i'm cleaning my account of all the silly little things that now make me cringe, or the silly little poems that i'd rip up if they wer still paper:) dedication eh?...or boredom?...:S