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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
black as night and
just as hopeful.
and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.
I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?
A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved
A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
I want to remember
how to breathe.
What is Air
if not you?
Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright
‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.
That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.
He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair
I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift
I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..
I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second
We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve
I LoveDear Lover,
I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:
I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:
I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:
Your toxic fumes,
And I choke.
I love it,
I love it,
I love you.
Sincerely, the Heartbroken
Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.
My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.
And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.
I am their puppet;
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.
Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...
Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...
Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...
love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...
But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..
Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.
Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever
Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned
Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden
Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased
Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness
Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……
Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive
still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar
it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right
rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)
and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,
i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati
That Thing Called LoveA moment
Can be written
A girl walked into town.A girl walked into town.
Silent and new, she had no place.
No familiar faces shone
upon her silent shores of
Friends, they told her.
You've got to get some friends.
As if, she scoffed, it was that easy.
No, this newness was good but it was
And each new branch
she tried to grow, to reach out,
hurt with the growing pains of
An introvert doormat in a callous world.
But how could it be so enticing?
Late August, a friend blew in
from the dust.
Inviting. She wasn't too keen on
trying to grow new branches again.
But this one held the promise of fruit.
Sweet and cool to
Half of my heartThere was an empty space inside my heart
a void that couldn't be filled
A vacant place awaiting someone to come along
and provide that missing puzzle piece
I remember that day you sauntered in
there's a connection we can not deny,
There was an instant link we can't sever,
no matter what we did, no mater what we tried.
Suddenly everything made sense in my life,
suddenly everything fit into place
My future began to move ahead again,
all this just because you appeared.
Now here we are, together forever,
not totally perfect, but there ain't nothing we can't do.
We've been through close shaves and through hell and back,
and babe, I
We built the walls that come between us
Built that barrier high and strong
The trust that flowed freely between us
Was crushed by the weight of all the hurt and the fear
Now there's no turning back
No going back to what we once were
The bonds that connected us are broken
And we're left with the ashes of dreams
All we have now are memories
Slowly fading as the days pass
All the tears we've cried have drowned us
Leaving us in the islands of our own suffering
I want you back in my life
I want to make this wall crumble down
I want to hold you in my arms once again
Hold you tight and never let you go.
the prayerLet the last sound I utter be her name,
the name of the one who means the most to me,
the one who is always in my thoughts,
my lady, my all, my eternal beloved
Let my last sight be her smile,
the one that makes any sunset pale in beauty,
the one thing that can give me the strength to carry on,
the only thing that grants me courage to face any challenge
Let my last thought be of my one true love,
Let all the good times and bad ease my agonies,
Let me grieve for all that could have been,
for they shall come to pass no more.
If tomorrow is to be my last day,
then may the heavens grant these trifling boons,
For should they be grante
Little red threadThis thread that binds us together,
so fragile yet so durable,
a scarlet line that spreads through miles
a tiny connection between you and me.
Red as blood that wondrous line,
taking my strength for you and yours for me
allowing us to grieve together despite the distance
Letting us stay together when we're worlds apart
This line only you and I could break,
I will hold on, I will not falter,
This link I hold dearer than my life,
This is my dream, my dearest wish
Time passes and our hair turns to grey,
the crimson links remain unchanged
Even if one should pass on to the next world
this thread will forever remain.
StorytellerThere's a story in everybody
and there's somebody in every tale
There are villains and there are heroes
There are triumphs and there are tears
For every second that passes a story unfolds
For every story that begins a story also ends
A never-ending cycle in this little world of ours
Stories that beget stories that beget tales of their own
Are you a hero or are you a heel?
Are you in a comedy or a tragedy?
Will your story ever have a happy ever after?
Or will your tale end in heartache, in tears overflowing?
In this world of ours stories never truly end,
this continuing saga where we are the eternal lead,
Who knows this might not
Steel RoseDon't take for granted my single rose,
no wilting lily is she,
for in her veins flow molten steel,
in her heart beats eternal flames.
Do not be deceived by her blooming petals,
or be enchanted by her beguiling bouquet.
Her thorns are sharp and her bearing noble,
A queen among queens is my one and only rose
Beneath the languid pools of her enchanting gaze,
An unyielding spirit, strength unfathomable.
Beyond her velvet skin, soft and supple,
lurks a will that will never bend.
I thank the heavens each day for giving her to me,
with her by my side, I can ask for no more.
With her I can reveal my weaknesses,
In her tenderness lies h
two piecesYou are the lock I was meant to open
the puzzle piece that makes me complete
you are the light that chases away the shadows
you are the dream that makes the nightmares go away
You are the moon to my tides,
the happily ever after to my fairytale,
you are my rose blooming in the winter,
the precious gem I never thought I'd find
You are the star that completes my constellation,
the warm hug during my darkest times,
you are the only balm my soul would ever need,
the treasure meant just for me
you are the yin to my yang,
you are the answer to my most burning question,
the candle that burns bright during the storm,
my other half, my
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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