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Knew MeI'm cold
I'm not good enough
I'm not pretty enough
Goodbye Nice to have known you
All of this you say
All of this you mean
But that's not who I am inside
So how can you say you ever knew me?
Doll on the Shelf
She’s not beautiful.
She’s not perfect.
She’s chipped in several spots,
And her porcelain eye cannot close.
No matter how much I try to fix her,
She doesn’t get clean.
So why do I want her you ask?
Because she’s just like me.
Why?I realize I'm a bad friend
So why do you stay?
I know I'm never there
So why do you depend on me?
I know I make you cry
So why do you show me smiles?
I know I mainly give out pain
So why do you give back kindness?
I know you deserve someone better
So why cant I let you go?
20 Reasons WhyOne because you're beautiful
Two because I love your smile
Three because your so carefree
Four because your lips are so soft
Five because you're hand fit perfectly with mine
Six because you still chase after him
Seven because I know you don't miss me
Eight because I know you don't love me back
Nine because I lost you
Ten because I miss you
Eleven because we aren't the same now
Twelve because I'm a screw up
Thirteen because we never worked
Fourteen because that didn't matter to me
Fifteen because I cant learn from my mistakes
Sixteen because it was never over for me
Seventeen because you love him now
Eighteen because always around is never enough
Nineteen because I'm gonna screw us up again
Twenty because I love you
one reason equals one slash
Maybe enough reasons will solve my problem this time
The Prospect Street Paramour (Summery)Tara was sixteen and homeless, still in school but living in the park. One night she meets David, a twenty nine year old man, and her world is turned upside down. He teaches her that not every family is like hers, and that love doesn’t have to mean bruises that have to be hidden. Tara’s secrets come to light after David sees her father drunk at the bar he works at. What has she been hiding? Will she be able to understand something she’s never had…love.
EveryoneEveryone thinks I’ve gotten better…
But I haven’t
Everyone thinks I’m okay now…
But I’m not
Everyone thinks I’m happy now…
But I’m not
Everyone thinks I can sleep without nightmares…
But I can’t
Everyone thinks I’m not afraid…
But I am
Everyone thinks they could tell if something was wrong…
But they can’t
Everyone thinks I’m gonna make it…
But I won’t
NeglectedWhat could you be fighting over now?
If it’s your parenting again,
Then you both best stay quiet.
Neither of you were good enough.
You had one job,
To love me and protect me.
Neither of you did that.
You both put yourselves first
And let what was going on happen.
How did you not notice the limp in my walk that morning?
How could you turn me away because of my gender?
You were both supposed to love me the most
More than any others in the world.
You were supposed to be parents,
Not whining selfish humans.
I’ve accepted that you didn’t want me,
Now to show you that I know.
Even if that wasn’t what either of you could be.
RainRain falls around the world
On every head in every country.
Dark clouds mask everyone's skies
When they were once clear.
But ask yourself this question....
Do you get drenched and washed away
Or do you dance between the raindrops?
QuestionsWas life really so bad?
Was it better to die than live the life you had?
Did someone hurt you?
Did someone tell you to?
Could you see any light in a place so dark?
Could you have called for ones hopeful face?
What went wrong?
Had that hopeful one gone?
Did you do out of sorrow?
Did you really believe that for you there was no tomorrow?
To all of these question there is an answer
Did you get drenched instead of being a rain drop dancer?
Sound in my Soul
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she said
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
I feel I am being held captive,
Like a beautiful bird in a small iron cage.
I feel a red hot anger within me,
Like a crazy bull in a blind rage.
I feel I am in constant, spinning turmoil,
Like a delicate butterfly in a swirling tornado.
I feel as though I am lost in limbo,
Like a condemned angel without a halo.
Then it passes,
And a tinkling sound fills the room,
Kind of like good friends toasting,
Gently banging each others' glasses.
I am the One_AC Poems
I am the one who seeks Knowledge,
Hidden within these ancient relics,
Treasures of uncontrollable Power.
I am the one who seeks Leadership,
Guide the truehearted warriors,
To Fight off the evil within our World.
I am the Mentor.
I am the one who seeks Vengeance,
For the deaths of my family,
And the Lives of the Innocent.
I am the one who seeks for the Truth,
To know my enemy's plans,
In order to Stop their sinful Conspiracy.
I am the Messenger.
I am the one who seeks for Justice,
Fighting for what is right,
To gain Victory from my foe's defeat.
I am the one who seeks for Freedom,
Encounter endless battles,
To bring Peace for all people of the Nation.
I am the Warrior.
I am the one who seeks for Guidance,
To uncover the past,
From my Ancestors before me.
I am the one who seeks for Courage,
Fight through the struggles,
In order to Save the Future from Disaster.
I am the Chosen One.
CompleteI treasure books; you never study.
I hate much noise; you love to party.
I stop to think; you're quick to act,
And never ponder or regret.
I play it safe, you live to gamble.
With risk and luck your days are tangled.
I'm down-to-earth; you float on dreams,
Dismissing life's "prosaic" scenes.
I'm serious; you thrive on humor:
What I call failure, you call "bloomer."
We're opposites, like tart and sweet.
That's why, with you, I am complete.
It Didn't Reach The Ground...
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.
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