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Til deathdo us part -
Twin souls. Twin hearts.
From high tower, rusty church bell sounds.
Drying out our skin like the paper,
of which had written our vows.
Your face so pale, your wedding veil I removed.
I do and I do
You may kiss,
But in separate coffins, I lost you.
My skeletal muse.
do us part -
Then we married.
That ring bearer, on a pillow our bond she carried.
We dwell in happiness,
sickness and health.
But why not death? In this marriage?
Until we left, each in our own horse and carriage.
Never will I let one foot in the grave, let us parish.
do us part
Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her before
Skulking around the dim-dusty
Bookstores and empty coffee houses.
I've seen her before.
Her skin is mottled
Freckled and speckled with acne
And a poor self image.
Her teeth are off white
Like her arms, tanned from
Rolled up sleeves, freckly
And dusted with down.
Her eyes are fierce shining
A determined pout on her face.
She is beautiful in her own way.
Whiterose is an illusion,
A forgettable fantasy.
This is the true face of love.
For You,I cant promise forever,
but for each day at a time,
you are in my thoughts,
and so perfectly entwined,
may not mean much at all,
but it is without a doubt,
the best proof I have that,
you will be forever as of now,
Crimson's Fiery PassionFor why do you attract me with such ease?
The color of a fiery passion,
Could you be too eager to flirt and please?
This color gives attitude and fashion.
Your crimson locks are the utmost dashing.
The red compatible with your skin so fair
Personality quite strong and flaming
No one can begin to even compare.
Though you enjoy to go around and flirt,
You were and still are the most capricious.
We used to treat each other simply like dirt.
Yet now we are just like red, Flirtatious
Though in annoyance with your many passes
You told me “Take good care of the glasses”
ForsakingSolemn thoughts of days gone past,
The omnipresent thought of 'will this last?'
Constant doubt and heart wrenching worry
Thoughts adrift among the flurry.
This leap of faith
has me wondering how much I could take;
If maybe it doesn't work in the end,
how much heartbreak will you rend?
Still I can't say no
my desire has me in your throes.
Constant visions of future ways
have me quivering, the joy I can hardly contain.
For you I would forsake all things,
all aspiring towards Princes and kings.
All of this I would give up
just to be your one and only love.
Sifting Through My PiecesWhispers dancing on my skin,
Enlightening my heart,
Sifting through the pieces,
Of a girl who fell apart.
Picking out the poised,
Brushing off the bad,
Creating a better picture,
That doesn't seem to be so sad.
Putting it together,
Stronger than before,
Gluing it in place,
To be broken, never more.
Even if it hangs alone,
in a hallway, bland and bleak,
You said that it was beautiful,
And truth you always speak.
You sifted through the pieces,
Of a gloomy puzzle, shattered...
Painted a new picture,
But kept the old pieces that mattered.
A Poem For My Special Someone(ReadDescription 1st)Roses
Violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind
Until the day I met you
You are so sweet
And so fine
I wish I had the guts to talk to you
Back in 2009
I've felt so lonely from the start
But that was before you stole my heart
If a kiss was a raindrop
I would give you a shower
If a hug was a second
I would give you an hour
I know we had little fights from the past
But we finally get over them at last
Everything I'm writing down is true
So here is another poem for you:
Plumbers are red
Hedgehogs are blue
Press the "Start" button
And be my player 2
This poem is getting really long
But it's easier to write than a cute,little love song
This poem is pretty cheesy but took a lot of time
To write about the piece I've been missing all my life
She ripped off all her petalsShe ripped off all her petals
and replaced them with blades of metals
She was something of a dream
her skin soft as if made of cream
hair made of white waterfalls
her soul screamed that of battle calls
a body of a goddess
and I'm not being modest
she was made of both dark and light
but no other fire burned so bright
she was a gift I did not deserve
and now I'm forced to observe
as she now rips off all her petals
because she's never settles
She's wild and free
...and she's sick of me
but she will always be my angel and my devil
I just wish I was on her level
Dedicated to Siren that Destroyed love for me
Lunar LoveThe Lunar Eye plays peeping tom
To the poet pair that sit below
And the stars are buried by their glow
Which lingers till the girl is gone
He sits while she talks on and on
And never thinks to stop her voice
Alone among all men he is her choice
To while away the time and share birdsong.
In sleeping time, by small degrees
His flaws become all that she sees
And his love cannot go so far
Her eyes wander to what pleases
Her form, she mocks and leaves
And his sallow soul is sinking like a star.
TempestThere is thunder in your eyes,
lighting strikes each time you smile.
Furious angel wrath is fearsome ,
kissing souls with reaper's fire.
Oh love divine, I pray you now,
take mercy on my soul.
Destroy me not. Instead extend your stormy hand
and make me once more whole.
Think no moreThink no more of what time could have brought.
Bite your tongue, if you must, but don’t speak.
Sit tight, look away, sigh and cry out of earshot,
not a word out of you, not a breath, not a squeak.
Think no more of his hand holding yours,
or his fingers as they entwined with your own.
Hide your face and your sorrow and lock all the doors
and bear through the tempest, as you should, all alone.
Don’t you know life goes on, day by day, night by night,
and that your heart will mend its wounds once again?
Don’t despair, little one. Hold your head up, sit tight
and be patient, for this pain will come to an end.
Think no more of
III.- Solo si eres nada podras ser todoIII.- Aclarando el pasado
Mi estancia de nuevo en Danville me hace sentir vivo una vez mas, Perry se encuentra con nosotros de vuelta como en los viejos tiempos, otra vez somos una familia unida bueno casi solo falta mi hermana Candace la extraño mucho a pesar de que siempre cuando vivíamos aquí su objetivo fue acusarnos y que nos castigaran nuestros padres, me hace mucha falta.
-Valla aun la tienes- me decía mi hermano mayor mientras daba una hojeada a mi cuadernillo.
-Trae para acá esto a ti no te encumbre además eres tu quien me debe muchas explicaciones- le decía mientras trataba de qui
First SightI saw you once for a moment.
It was hardly more than a glance.
But something inside told me softly,
Our meeting was more than just chance.
Your eyes were intent as they shocked me,
Your hand seemed to tremble in mine,
We exchanged only a sentence or two,
But it felt like we stepped out of time.
Your voice was so strong yet so gentle,
It struck my heart with such force,
I dared not to fight back the feeling,
This was the start of a new, daring course.
But the moment is now only memory.
As I left I felt suddenly lost.
If we meet once again in the future,
Then this pain will be worth all it costs.
Can it be that love starts in a moment?
Of a Childhood FriendRemember you coming over
(Sometimes also with your brother)
Staying up late, playing, during sleepovers;
You, our brothers, and me together?
Remember the old days back then,
Constantly playing hide-and-seek,
Counting to one hundred (sometimes just ten)
And getting penalty if you peek?
Remember catching grasshoppers
All puny and tiny and green,
Then giving them to turtles for their dinners?
(The best form of torcher we'd ever seen!)
Remember us playing Hotwheels?
I was always the shopkeeper,
Selling food supplies and making car deals;
But bow those games have become much deeper.
You used to ask me and buy from me
From my small "Hotwheels M
A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnight
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.
"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!
Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.
"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.
A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...
This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;
Cavityyour soul is the face
the eyes that do not search for solace,
the mouth that doesn't scream for help
the ears that don't wait for sound
the true face of you.
the face no one can see
if only you could show this other true side
if you could wear this not your heart on your sleeve
where would this put people?
the outside hides so well the souls feelings
im okay, everything's good, on the outside
but on the inside, everything's not okay,
everything's not good
my soul id bleeding, my eyes leak this blood
my heart pounds its reassurance that everything will be okay
that one day the inner and outer selfs will merge,
and truly make me
Typical Hallmark Love PoemYou're the person I love, honor and adore
The one that I would do anything for
A light so bright I could forget what darkness is
Everything you mean to me is said with this
I love the way you smile with your eyes
I love that when youre near my sadness dies
What you say, what you do the person you are
You shine so bright you're my own northern star
Your mouth your eyes your dimpled cheek
Without you my outcomes bleak
So promise that youll always stay
By my side and never stray
I am so honored to have your love
And on that day we let fly our doves
Shall I know really, for sure
That our love is true, good and pur
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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