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Autumn LeavesRed, yellow, orange, golden brown,
Autumn leaves are on the ground.
The trees are looking rather bare,
Cold, damp weather everywhere.
Yet I quite like this time of year,
Open fires bring great cheer.
Comfort food is hot and steaming,
Ice on grass and paths is gleaming.
Frost glitters on my window frame,
No two patterns are quite the same.
Wind is chill and feels like a storm,
People all wrapped up, nice and warm.
With rosy cheeks and windswept hair,
Eyes streaming, from the chilly air.
Rushing quickly on their own way,
Not seeing the beauty of the day.
I'm glad I like to walk quite slow,
Taking pleasure in Nature's show.
This time of year soon will pass,
Bringing ice like sheets of glass.
Temperatures too cold to bear,
Icicles forming here and there.
Snowflakes falling on everything,
People hide inside till it's Spring.
Winter is not the time for me,
Like the birds, I'd much rather flee.
I'll stay in my home, warm and dry,
And let the whole season pass me by.
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
Why?Why is life so complicated?
Why am I so cursed and hated?
I'm tired of this constant fight,
Show me how to make it right.
This situation is so tragic,
You're blaming me for using magic.
You know naught of what you speak,
Your mind is closed, your reason weak.
Your actions are so underhand,
Judging what you don't understand.
Witchcraft is no more a crime,
You're living in a bygone time.
Why should I change my convictions
Just to minimise the frictions?
Live and let live, that's my way,
I don't tell others how to pray.
Open your mind, learn something new,
See things from different points of view.
Open up your fettered mind,
Leave the Burning Times behind.
Why can't you see that I'm not evil?
I won't turn you into a weevil.
You won't find yourself with paws,
My broomstick is for sweeping floors.
Look beyond your hate and fears,
Show wisdom far beyond your years.
Swap ignorance for open mind,
You may be awed by what you find.
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