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Alvara October 12, 3025
You thought you should let him know, it was important enough. But he wasn't going to be especially happy about it. You decided to start with a smile, you painted it on your face, but began to rub your hands together, signaling that you were nervous. He picked up on that. Afterall, he was the closest thing you had to a father, he created you.
"I should..." you couldn't look him in the eye, "....be leaving soon."
He went backward, eating those steps he took earlier, bumping into a desk with test tubes on it. He wasn't your average 20-year-old.
"Where are you going?" He questioned, with every edge of concern on his face.
"I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. This isn't the first time that I've brought up the subject."
He took off his glasses, and pinched the top of his nose, where, if he was especially upset, his eyebrows almost met. You could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
SingThe whole world laughed at her
the way she always forgot
the way she always would stir
so she ran
she screamed at the top of her lungs
her legs were pale, her face was tan
her breathing quickened
"Why am I so imperfect?"
she heard a noise, she was suddenly sickened
"Even the birds are laughing"
she was losing her mind
so she sank to the ground
she closed her eyes
and she sang
and for the first time
DreamsWhen the sun goes down
that's when dreams come alive
they swim, stir, creep inside us
Drowning our minds
pushing out everything we know
becoming a part of us
a piece we didn't know was accessible
Some don't know
They live in their own reality
running from themselves
Some reach for them
the reality they call dreams
but I believe these things are very real
They had to come from somewhere
a place that is vivid, and wholly reachable
DeathSo there I stand
with a gun in my hand
It's you I hate
Sticking your nose into things
pushing me until I am on the edge
But just wait and see what timing brings
I'll make you watch the water run red
Don't worry, death is the latest trend
At least you can keep up, right?
I just want to see how far you can bend
I want you out of my sight
So I stand outside your door
On your porch I sit
Just wait and see what I have in store
I watch the entrance... and see you open it
Evil, Deceiving LiarThere are dark skies
she can't see
there are voices
"Meet me at the graveyard"
There are hands
hands that creep out her window
the other one holds her arm
then recites another lie
"Don't worry, it's only dark blue outside."
The WitchShe's a Woman
a mad woman
She takes everything
She twists it all around
at the snap of her fingers
She calls to me
Calls me out in front of everyone
this will be my trial
She tells me not to worry
She doesn't believe in death
Instead, she gives me new life
one I wasn't ready for
She's a woman
a wicked woman
Who Am IWho am I?
I can take any shape you form me into
I can run so fast the world will never sees me, I run in circles
Who am I?
I fell so good in your hands, but I always slip away
I can hurt and heal
Who am I?
I thrash around all the time, looking for someone take take under
Who am I?
The Water? Or you?
I Am.I am as clean as a mess
I am as dark as the light
I am as loud as a mouse
I am as big as a flea
I am as fast as a sloth
I am as sly as a deer
I am as threatening as a lamb
I am as beautiful as a razor
I am as curvy as a board
I am as short as a giraffe
I am healed as a fresh-cut
I am as strong as a kitten
I am happy as a tear
I am... me
Me and Peter PanI want to have a dream
of dark night skies
of sweet lullabies
I want to dream that we shoot the moon
That we skip thorough June
Hand in Hand
No one will ever understand
I want to dream that we ride hot air balloons
Then we fight aliens until noon
And when dinner calls
We eat monster claws
I want to dream that I run away
That you'll hug me and say
"don't be afraid of the dark, I will be here holding your hand"
I want to dream that we ride horses
Make our own allied forces
That we promise to never grow up
That we drink from the King's finest cups
I want to dream that you'll always be there to
fight my aliens
to shoot the moon
And to hold my hand in the dark
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
You Know Who You AreSo this is for you
You Know who you are
your name is written in the stars
millions and millions of miles away
just close enough to touch
and I read what they say
Do you even miss me?
Do you even care?
If you don't I can't help to notice that you stare
you seem lost
do you need help?
that's too bad
you're gone now
and I'm proud
because this time
you were the one to fall
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