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.wistful.They're almost black: the memories.
Ironically fitting, the tint to our clothes and
how you hair was supposed to be but of course that had turned out
unexpected, a little too poetic to mean anything but
brighter is what I need.
And I'll take that optimism and run it up my veins,
- not painfully, don't spare a pause for concern, i'm alright, i promise -
and maybe it'll spark a new light
something to help see better, feel better, breathe better,
anything to remember.
But once I do, it'll only hurt more
and it already hurts plenty without the reminders of
moon-eyes, they were like moons, right?
porcelain, pristine no matter how damaged you swore you were,
a laugh that i knew was music, but what was the tune?
a smile, lips turned up but i can't seem to recall how or why or
where those memories went.
they've got to be here somewhere..
and of course the closeness,
that final moment that passed too quickly of
arms linked, hearts joined, we were so close -
.Reminisce.Remember when we'd sit up against the wall?
Share a laugh, make it up as we went along
And how we were so happy, when it was just two
And how my heart is twisting at the thought of you
Remember swinging high and flipping when you reached the top?
And how thousands of miles couldn't tell our hearts to stop?
And now the mist of rain only speaks your name, no matter what I do
Why can't my heart stop twisting at the thought of you?
Remember our first exchange of words that meant the world?
The tug-of-war that we played as lonely fingers curled
And with the summer waning, I don't know what to do
All I feel's my heart twisting at the thought of you.
Remember our last goodbye, a hug cut short by time?
And how it finally hit me that it might be fine
Though love is never-ending, and hearts can go on, too
My heart is always twisting at the thought of you.
.Withering Ties.What comes with you is withering ties
Run down by distance soaring high
A side of memories to go by
With swollen hopes run sick and dry.
It's broken shards of promise lands
Of shining knights and Peter Pans
To calm your jittery, shaky hands
To drop your fragile grains of sand.
What we once were seems to have flown
Shapen by the sides we've grown
And what we may have never known
Came about when left alone.
It's a new window to look through
Of greener grass that's bright and new
With sunlight to light up your blues
A reflection of me and you.
A ball of wishes waiting
It's magic never fading
The seeds filled with desire
To shoot your hopes up higher.
The stem is plucked without a care
Chance for a wish is equal; fair
Inhale your trust and all you know
Exhale your dreams and let them go.
They'll ride the wind and sail the skies
Whisked away before your eyes
And when they're ready, they will grow
All they need is just a blow.
.Spiral.A twisting, turning coil spirals
Lower, lower, 'til it drops
The coil's close to snapping now
Tighter, tighter, 'til it pops.
Hear it snap; fast as a blink
Listen, listen, or you'll miss it
See it spring back; no hestiation
Quickly, quickly, did you see it?
It's not the same, it's broken now
Fix it, fix it, make it better
Before it's rusty and forgotten
Hurry, hurry, put it together.
Time is sprinting much too fast
Slower, slower, can you keep up?
It's fate is sealed; broken forever
Silence, silence eats you up.
.Unconditional.Stunted attention gravitates around two foggy scenes
One of muddy browns, one of looming evergreens
The same abrupt ending to come, the same destiny
Of having to take in the blows and continue moving.
There's always the same blip of thought to get me stumbling
The 'what-if's' that fuel that fire dying to keep burning
But no matter the desperation cycling through my head
I'd rather go down with a smile than be broken and dead.
It's a constant struggle to look forward, ignore the urge to look
But if I do, there's no stopping the automatic hook
I'll flouder and I'll lose my grip just for old time's sake
It's too big of a hole to fill, too big a risk to take.
Those certain songs and memories are pushed away like disease
The wound's too ripe to reminisce, I'll never be at ease
And the moon would be your eyes while the sun would be your smile
And the snapshots would come rushing in, like they have for a while.
So to keep the blistering pain at bay, I'll look off to the side
Pretend that ther
.Facade.A mere sweetness to the eyes
With a gentle voice to add
Not a true threat to the field
In which a heart's moths do flutter.
There's but the smallest stirring
To accompany a lonely smile
Aware of forced love's quaint facade
To lure a heart into deception.
Be it a game of love or lust
A tug of war of 'do's and 'don't's
Or simply a game of pretend
To dress a lone smile with color.
There's a bitter beauty in the cracks
Of a heart that's feigned affection
The hint that what was once reality
Could return if properly coaxed out.
.Ghost.Am I but a ghost for you
The way you are a ghoul for me?
Am I ever just a speeding car
Passing by your highway-mind?
You were my fall-back safety net
To keep me from falling too hard
You were my sane security
To cling to when my bird-heart trembled.
I don't miss your apologies or promises or words
But the intentions behind them; the feel, the touch, the looks
I yearn for nostalgic concern that's faded into speckled papers
The thought that once I had been primary, no longer so expendable.
Now we're trapped in memories; scrapbooks laced with tears
The broken bond and stitched up hearts that beg for a numbing dosage
Now it's saddened hopelessness, desperate for a glimpse to the future
In fear that we may end up with just one love that never lived to blossom.
:.Dream.:Sometimes, when I'm alone and only silence rings through the halls, I'll go into my room and turn the lock.
I grab my headphones and slip them on, powering up my trusty music player then carefully selecting a song.
I close my eyes and wait.
There's a stirring in the room: a quiet rumble as the song starts up. There's only black to see, but my senses kick in as the faint sound of chanting plays into the background.
I open my eyes and the sight before me is stunning.
The walls are no longer a bland eggshell-white, but are loud and ecstatic. They hold a sea of fist-pumps hitting the air as the buzzing of a million fans scream behind the rising action. The guitars pick up the steady beat, swinging hands with the tempo and gliding through the air. They're clustered but casual in movement, dancing as the bass rings through their bodies.
I look out at all of them, a smile on my lips.
I take a deep breath.
The first note is steady and clean as if this wasn't the first time I had bel
O' My Love, I'd Die For You (Deadly Infatuation)I know what you'll say
so with my scarlet thread
I'll stitch these lips.
But o' my love,
I'd die for you,
I'd kill to make you love me,
to know when someone says my name,
you'll smile to yourself
and think "I'm so in love"
I know what would happen,
what would go down,
to lose you is a greater cost than
I can afford.
But O' my love,
I'd die for you,
I'd kill to make you love me,
drink poison from your lips,
be your Juliet.
I know what I'll always be,
in your eyes I'm that silly little girl
with the jaw unhinged,
lips forever flapping in the wind,
whose doe eyes always gazed in adoration.
But o' my love,
my love, my darling man,
as the years go by,
and your picture still rests in my mind,
O' my love,
I'd die for you,
even though you'd never do the same.
For YouYou said I was simple,
easy to understand and comprehend.
You thought I was a unlighted grenade,
unable to burst through my facade.
Could you ever light,
the glow of my hidden jade?
I know I am hard to open up,
a tough shell to break through.
It isn't because I fear,
for what may become clear.
It is just who I am.
Trust me, my dear.
You aren't like the others.
You are understanding,
gentle and kind,
easy to know,
easy to get along with.
You are wise,
from the sun to your demise.
I wish you weren't,
the type that is hard to find.
But that is life,
void of any joyous strife.
But I can rely,
on the head and heart,
to know when,
goodness and truth,
strikes me like a dart.
You are great,
better than the ones,
who gave me the joy,
of my undeserving fate.
How can I sit,
How can I stand,
How can I understand,
our love, our friendship,
when it falls on different lands?
it is just a friendship,
but for me,
I dream of what it could be.
Or is it?
Did I blow your mind,
by showing you my lig
(insert title here)You say you fell for me,
I say I called for you
But now I know,
Neither one is true
God brought us together
Out of love for you and i
And chose for us the other
So that now our hearts will fly
They Met at the Bus StopAt the bus stop on a bright, sunny day,
A girl asks a boy for a bus ticket.
So he gives her one from his wallet.
The bus arrives, ending their day of grey.
At the Bus stop on a cool, cloudy day,
The girl ask the boy for a bus ticket.
Prepared, he takes one out of his pocket,
And together they sit without delay.
At the bus stop on a cold, snowy day,
She asks him for an extra bus ticket.
So from his hand he gives her it,
Then he turns around and walks away.
At the bus stop on the very next day,
Waiting with two tickets, there he stand.
She comes, and says while holding out her hand:
"Walk with me! Just like yesterday, Ok?"
SoulmatesWherever our future may go
I’m always by your side.
All around us dark winds may blow,
But we have time to bide.
My love, I won’t abandon you,
No matter what may come.
If troubles be many or few,
Or even if we’ve none.
I’d fight for you with all my heart,
And do all that I could.
To fight for us, I’ll do my part,
For I know that I should.
After all, we’re soulmates, my dear,
My heart you have beguiled.
My deep desire is now clear,
I want to see your smile.
A Day Upon a Dayone day one day far away
someday someday soon
you might find a ray
a person to make you croon
over all the little things
and they make you smile
every time your phone rings
and you promise to overcome all trials
because they are the only one who you love
Three WordsHe who returned my life to light
Now stand within my reach.
There’s no one left we have to fight,
No gaps we have to breach.
He throws himself into my arms,
He sobs into my chest.
He knows that now we won’t be harmed,
These times will be our best.
He gazes up into my eyes
He has something to say.
I think what secret he belies
Will now be clear as day.
He says to me those three small words
Of how he feels for me.
His feelings now free as the birds,
And filling me with glee.
I look at him as he did me,
Our faces oh-so near.
And I too make my feelings free-
“I love you too, my dear.”
I Love You TooHis heart whispers in genuine emotion,
but mine cannot return the devotion.
When I hold his hand there is no affection,
when I kiss his cheek there is no infection
of my hearts tender confection.
There’s a pain in my chest, a guilt.
I’ve become a liar, my web’s built.
With my verbal swords blood is split
as I bury them in his heart, to the hilt
they burrow the jilt.
Yet he doesn’t recognize the pain.
He smiles and laughs, slowly slain.
He isn’t alone, for I suffer a strain,
the inability to actually abstain
so that I might stay sane.
But either way the path is the same.
Both roads are laced in signs of blame,
each speckled with the course of our game,
leading to the destined place of shame,
and neither save him from my claim.
“I love you too.”
.Pining.Of urgency and desperation
A heart in need of love's salvation
Send a smile my direction
Trust in me your heart's protection.
A spark was shared between our gaze
Which marked the start of many days
In which I'd drown under your stare
Stripped of thought, you left me bare.
Down to bones, I tend to wonder
If in your mind I ever to wander
Like the child I stoop down to
When it comes to me and you.
I like to think our spark had meaning
Towards destiny I'm often leaning
But even fantasy walks a line
To keep your fate sealed off from mine.
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