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the nowi can only observe what only i have heard
stirred up blurs that swerve and return
murmurs and faint sounds and subtletys
did someone speak or am i hearing things
again and again i wanna know wtf was said
i wanna show whats in my head but no...
the highs and the lows only i can know
i throw myself for a loop a few times daily
im afraid my observation skills are failing
if i've portrayed anything less, im not saying
im propped up against a 2-way mirror
looking in on myself looking in on myself-
mash potatoes n dave-Ei get so paranoid i give myself a heart attack-
then i see secret messages when the shards crack back-
man i go hard and act wack-
see stars n fall on my back-
i cant feel my arms and legs and it frightens me as a matter of fact-
this shit whips me into a frenzy laced panic attack-
i spit shit that'll get messy ace and call it spastic rap-
it might even be a magic act-
a slightly genius drastic flashback-
im fightin these evil demons from hell who have come to drag me back-
so i said cut me some slack-
and then i busted some caps-
put my finger on the trigger then i pulled that motherfucker back-
that officially labels me a demon slayer-
you listening satan imma see you later-
make me some fuckin eggs and fry me some taters-
breakfast tastes like hell i cant wait for lunch later-
i love brunch man so fuck you haters-
yo i cut up some honeydew melon, any takers?
fuck that i want cake n make it devils food-
i bust raps for days its cake i represent it dude-
360 spun like full circles get
no need to explaindancing into the abstract, steppin' up the kicks and poppin' up with the collar, peep a mothafucka standin' alot taller... breathe in the new ways, ease the truth, no need to explain, this is shifting into the new image to ascertain... this is the new definition of bein' high, scrapin' the skyz, fulfilling a personal meaning of completeness in the eyez, cuz life likes to administer its unique feeling of surprise... rockin' it, preference is to fly, fly with the wind and the breeze and the lights, like it when they blink, i see style within mystique, feel it when words cause deep thinking... what others see as random and absent of meaning, only one has the ability and piece of mine/peace of mind to really see and feel the meaning, and i mean this deeply, this i know theres no need to explain but within me it carries just so god damn much meaning....
self-transforming machine elvesdon't get distracted
by the patterns of activity
as you climb-
keep soaring forward
until you blast through
to the other side-
a whole new world
where time is swirled
and the entities are so happy you've arrived-
speaking in objects,
you must remember their message,
because it will deeply affect your life-
the same spotthe mist of the meaning
i ingest what you're feeling
broken down like compounds
there's something about downtown
i aim to feel release
from defeat, these city's streets
invisible moving and shaking
this town ain't what you make it
it's nothing to trade your life for
sitting in the same spot every minute
just the same old shit, same fucking shit
sun goes up and down like a slow motion strobe light
in this battle if you don't know, don't fight-
versatile forms of lyrical functionsmixes in with the least of things
like the feverish heat it brings
standing there watching time slow
inside that stare its so well known
its all around its swirling out here
so it turns out i'm an imagineer
i disappear from faulty retrospect
never take for granted introspect
i suspect things always work out
or serendipity will dissipate doubt
how nice is perpetual high spirits
i'm fearless like, "i won't hear this."
only thing that i hold sacred
is the unimaginable way to take it
meaningful waves will flood you
words are real and ring the truth
never let fallacies slip and contort
face reality don't sell yourself short
remember to always laugh at shit
for this is all just holographic shit-
no floatconfused thoughts
is my bad habit
getting lost at sea
criss-crossing the Atlantic
through my brain
with torrential downpours
is my thinking
i wave goodbye
as i'm sinking-
agitatedthese random faces of insignificant specks
all drastically chasing their own shadowy deaths-
progression is stealing my breath, because a destiny of nothing left
has got me collapsing under the debt that i owe to myself
but theres nothing left-
theres nothing left, look through to me,
i got a few screws loose, but thats nothing new to me-
i'm agitated, over-imaginative, and lacking a sensible way to explain this
what the fuck is going on i cant take this
swervin' out my brain, burnin' out the day-
this is a nice way to see the night go away-
im thinkin ultra-clear but all signs say braindead-
im feelin' so vivid although my swayz stay faded-
lets see how many "wtf's happening"'s i got left: none-
this is why at times i dont mind clouds blocking the sun-
the entire sky can peep me leavin my gaze up there-
my tired mind needs peace due to drastic collapses of care-
nevertheless, my inner fire still smolders-
unaffected by the worlds gradually gettin colder-
i just shake the dust off my mothafuckin shoulders-
continue to rack my brain about a Golden Moment Smoker-
fleeting moments gettin gone in an instant-
see im right there but my lifes just lackin the live in it-
it is what it is, and this is all just poetic radiation-
"im sorry you had a bad dream" i said with a smile, and a heart racin...-
open letter to a pretty girldear pretty girl I saw at the restaurant on saturday night:
I saw you looking at me,
and then I kept noticing you
in the corner of my eye.
Whenever I looked to make sure
you were really there,
your eyes darted away,
until the one time I snagged your gaze,
and you turned sheepish with a blush
and a smile.
dear pretty girl I saw picking at french fries:
I know what you were thinking;
I felt your eyes on my bare legs,
my swinging dress,
as I made my way to the restroom.
dear pretty girl wearing the Flash T-shirt
and hiding your eyes with the frame of your glasses:
I think we would like each other.
We seem to be the same brand of nerd.
I know, however,
that I would not love you,
I would not feel affection for you,
the word "romance" would not cross my mind
when I was with you.
I would not want to touch your body,
or kiss your pink lips,
or hold your hand.
dear pretty girl eating by herself:
I wish you would have said hello.
You were afraid, I think,
that I would not return your
Princess EuropePrincess Europe
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
land of the west,
Wars never ended
forget we lest
Ages of the dark,
twilight of the cross,
A promising new world,
pirates hold your loss
Colonies of blood,
massacres at the east,
Watch your right hand,
it follows the beast.
Years of division,
the breaking of the wall,
Only now a decision,
no enemy, your ball.
dance of the north,
Keep up your faith,
hold down your sword
union at last,
Love your people,
learn from your past
In what you believe?
This can't be your plan,
What you release?
You can't rule the sun.
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
Let it heal. Subconscious.Look in your, mine eyes. You may be the brain but i am the soul
You never listen, shake your head, climb up walls
But I'm still here, when you say you don't care
Cover things up but the stench is still here. Well, lie doesn't heal
You stump the break again! Give it up, man! Let it heal.
Come closer, after all, I am you, I'm your subconscious!
You give yourself away, believing every word they say
I call you back, you run again, lose track
Then you call me words, monsters and worse
For telling the truth I get this pain in the ass
You may be aiming towards me, but you're hitting yourself
Why are you hitting yourself?
Give it up. Let it heal.
Flashbacks, songs, voices, words
Just so you get it – they are no lords, they have no God
They treat you like shit and you act like you love it
Is it my fault? Tell me! No, you just whine with assault
Its all you got...
Nothing is okay! You wont let it heal!
What about your dad? Best example you ever had!
Still cant get over, couldn't keep him s
Let's TalkWhen you’re a girl, you get asked the same question a lot.
Personally, I’m damn tired of talking about this.
Let’s talk about something else.
Let’s talk about how lipstick doesn’t seal girls’ mouths shut so that they can’t debate politics.
Let’s talk about how mascara doesn’t blind us to the problems of the world and eyeliner doesn’t draw a line through our potential.
Let’s talk about how eyeshadow doesn’t blur the lines of textbooks.
Let’s talk about how painted fingers can still type and foundation can cover up scars, too.
Let’s talk about how earrings don’t deafen us and necklaces don’t silence our voices.
Let’s talk about how being blonde doesn’t make us dumb.
Let’s talk about how taking a selfie doesn’t make us worthless and dresses don’t make us mindless.
Beauty or brains?
Stop asking and watch us be both.
Loki X MeIm making this because I have a strong attraction. its really love. but I doubt he feels the same. and if loki is real and reading this. I believe I am worthy because I can match your Ice with my firey nature. I leave scorch marks and small fires with no one to put out the forest fire in my heart. no one ....but you loki. you can count on me in a fight. I might not win but I sure as crap will not give up. but im also a stubborn little teen. (takes place when im at least 23)
I walked into my house in Panama city florida. I lived in a little house not far from a public beach. my cat baby walked up to the door and meowed a loud meow. "baby you need me to check for you?" baby meows. "alright fine" I walk over to check the door. no one. "baby there is NOBODY there." I sat down. it was a Friday afternoon in may. summer vacation was here. I turned on the t
Maybe Tomorrow Will Be The DayI may not be a lot of things
Or even a good man
Many people hate me
Except for you
You with the grey-blue eyes
You with the now blue hair
You who lives miles away
With a sea keeping you from me
All i want is you
I need you more and more
Everyday i pray for the day
I wake next to you...
I'm FreeAfter the incidents
After the fight
After the punishment
I've lost my sight
But I'm not dead
No, not even close
But they got it through my head
I'm not changed
But now I couldn't see
What the dreadful God had in store for me
In life, I chose to stay
But I had to move away
From my home
Where you were
And now our feelings were reversed
You're happy, I'm scared
They're following me everywhere
Making sure I don't make friends
They 'don't want another life to end'
But I'm blind, can't they see?
Now I'll never be set free
I can never see you again
You know I miss you, friend.
It's been 10 years.
They finally let go of their fears.
It's about time.
I was finally free
I could finally see
You stood in front of me
Anger and fear in your eyes
I was the one person you dispised
I love you (Go away!)
I really do (You're INSANE!)
I adore you, through and through~ (I have to see you?! WHAT A SHAME!)
The fire crackled
The flames burned
A new leaf was something I didn't
Notebook poemShe walks into my room
And asks whats all this about
We both lie there in silence
Waiting for her to scream and shout
But instead she smiles
A smile that stretches so long
And she utters as she leaves
"I knew it all along"
So there we sit lying
in my oh so comfy bed
and after a few minutes
we both adjust our heads
We look each other in the eye
Had we not just been caught
like some criminal or thief?
and yet there we lie
we had heard what she said
so now we relax slightly
and once more cuddle in bed
This is how I wish it'd go
A moment just like this
but alas life doesn't work that way
so we settle for a secret kiss
But these kisses hold so much
secret or not
because no matter hoe many know or don't
it will always mean a lot
these kisses show our love
these kisses and so much more
and slowly we wont have to worry
about anyone coming through the door.
I come with knives so I am ready
fresh from my back for your ternary spine.
Each head is a year I will
never see again,
yet I find myself allowing more to be taken.
I have lain between the lion's claws
and found them comforting.
We both mediate between Hades
the bark is truly worse than the bite.
Twelve months and Twelve Labours later
It is still working-
The Gods are cruel creatures.
Complete MeSSi breathe a deep breath before i set out to beast the best
seems i need to feel it deep in my chest to complete the test
i don't need rest until i'm a complete mess
cuz i'll str8 leave my head bein' one mean wreck
i can't think unless things make sense
i need to confess - i need my head checked
i need to be impressed for my speech to be correct
peace from this stress won't relieve intellect
but pieces from the rest will still keep you in check
so...... just shut the fuck up and do it then.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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