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no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habit
you can't escape the fact that you can't shake it and thats the power of its magic
changin the earth up in this piece isnt worth the stress if there is to be no release
and loudmouths blabbering with their hands out is no reason for me to aim to please
so this shit MUST cease....... i live to believe that something has got to give
i'm convinced the definition directly relates to whether or not it is intuitive
but in its truest sense, there exists no questioning at all of any of this
and thats why i dont defend myself when it comes to any of this
the moral implications of hittin the floor will shake up the picture with more complex complications than ever before
you can not ignore the fact when it's in your face and you step back and then brace for impact cuz you taste it
its bitter, the burn of harsh reality vs. shards of broken fantasies will hardly bring back what is actually happening...
Absence of Soundso much can be said when so little is spoken
you scream in my ears with your silent emotion
chokin' on the words swervin' back down into my gut
open the mouth to remove all doubt and the air gets cut
when i reflected back on the thought all i got was static
but saying too much can be tragic; silence is less problematic
automatically we assume the worst of thinGs.....
never realizing the unnecessary nervousness this brings
sure that we heard some things in the absence of sound
but venturing into that void will guarantee
you will never be found--
one letteR-choose your words slyly, cuz it's whatever.
it's one letter and it's better than never.
second-guessin' expressions can go on forever,
but only the clever can hold up in this endeavor....
-and if you cant handle the weather,
if you cant remember the rain bein' wetter,
drippin' onto the windows longer than
God meant for Mother Earth when he blessed her,
-just relax and sit back... first, reflect on some thinGs.
matter of fact, take a nap, get a restful nights sleep.
(thinking right completely blindsides when sleeping,
see, leading to discreetly finding real meaning....)
-common misconceptions aren't always the best to get;
if you can't follow the definition, don't swallow the rest of it.
the words will get hotter with the fire your confusion lit,
*but the burn doesn't bother if it was right to begin with... ←
Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happens
meanwhile, the drastic double-back
they can't see where they are going
with no light, so they darkstep...
but if there is trouble in paradise
it's a major concern--
we all love sunny days
but everyone hates a sunburn...
it's the way they crash n' burn
that makes their face taste the
rugburn in a way that they make
sure no one else gets hurt...
and the shallow will pull you under,
so deep... take my word for it...
i crashthere is no justice
i learned that from the aftermath
life passes by in a flash no matter
how you dance this sacred dance
trippin' over these two left feet
thinkin' over and over again about
how i tend to lose certain things
i think the world must be evil
takin' away the things that matter the most
and denying me anything real
whats the fucking deal
like tsunami waves
and if you look into my face
not just at it
you will see genuine panic
one more drastiC upheaval to add
to the rest i can't handle
leaving me burnt out like a candle
its so dark and i'm blind, its not right
.... to be continued...?
infinitely expanding Your head is the center of the universe, and in it you coexist...
You need to realize you don't need to know the meaning of
What i'm trying to say is: i think you get the gist...
You're not lost if all you see is smoke and mist.
Progressive thought can be used as a catalyst while *acting* as ignorant bliss. (Just like the hand acting as the wrist.)
Why i don't write in penciLi write my words like i say my words
with ink so they leave a permanent mark
never to be erased and replaced, turning my message to waste
this way, i make sure i'm making myself heard
and i'm making sure my name won't be slurred
cuz one thing i've learned
is you can flap your wings all you want
but you can't fly if you are a flightless bird
that's why i fall silently, at night, unheard
swervin' with the stars and chasin' the moon under
cruisin' so far just for the sake of pure wonder
but please don't mistake me for thunder
my words are just electrified
slicin' through the sky like lightning
rhyming so sly it's almost frightening
but mostly, this is what i think:
words seem to carry more weight
with the distinct boldness that ink brings...
swervin' agaiNaccelerate your ascension/exist in new ways/
create your dimension/blast into inner space/
crash into your mind/drastiC truths will unwind/
* i find that between perception and reality there
exists a fine line...
realize that nothing really matters, and
everything is whatever. perpetuate laughter; you
are already living forever--
head tripsclumsily synthetic, manufactured out of reasons
that are somewhat pathetic... head trips, even
when no one suspects it, always tend to
affect their own reflection. don't miss this opportunity
to learn a Golden Lesson, and to adjust and make
corrections. be aware, talk right. don't waste any
time forming false ties, propagating lies, or having
to wear a disguise-
*real people can tell whats real by looking
into your eyes. to you, this should come as no
Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father Time
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World
AcheIt comes and goes
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some time
And I really can't do anything about it.
I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.
You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.
I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,
and that's the end of it.
After The RainAfter The Rain
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.
I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.
When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that honest spark
giving me a helping hand,
touching so tenderly without trying,
and showing me that hand choking the life out me,
it all is vividly clear,
and I put my hand down,
and start anew.
It's not on magazines;
it doesn't wear make-up,
but it's perfection,
and a gift to almost all the senses.
A waterfall proves there's beauty even when you fall.
FrenemiesEmily: I don't try and hurt you because I can if that were true, this would all be so much easier. No, I don't make you cry because I want you to...But because I don't want to. Everyday there's another standard put up, a new bar set lower in a game of limbo where the bar might as well be two inches from the floor. But the bar is also higher, not one of a game but of expectations! My parents treat me like a dog, telling me what to do is like teaching me a new trick and if I try to run away they hold me back and yell, "Heel!" and as much as I try and break away the leash gets tighter and tighter with each pull. I'm sorry I'm going off, ranting on. I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe one day we can be friends, going behind the scenes and being nice but being ugly to each other's faces. But either way, we'll always just be frenemies
Letters To GodThere's a difference between darkness and nothingness. Darkness is being a temporary resident of rock bottom, a shadowy state of melancholy that's only motivated by the fact that you can only go up from there. Dark can be converted to light, slowly but surely, so that we have a glimmer of hope. Nothingness? It's being totally numb to the reality surrounding you. It can only be reversed if you put your entire soul into making something out of nothing. Trust me, I would know.
I didn't have a bad home life. In fact, my family was one of the strongest I had known at the time. I got reasonably good grades, barely ever faltering on an exam. I even had a few people I called my friends, who I thought would stick with me for the longest while. That was when I, an eleven year old girl whose parents sheltered her as well as they could, was introduced to the online universe of cyber-bullying. Soon, after my peers put up this façade of courage on the Internet, the assumed culprits began to bri
Sleep.Sleep. Sleep, and dream.
Dream the dreams of darkness, and know that the darkness is familiar.
It is the darkness that fills the hole in my soul, a black, endless void where life has no meaning.
It is the darkness of depression, and through circumstances beyond anyone's control, it has been passed on to you, as a burden to carry, to share with those who care the most, because together, all can lift it.
Dream. Dream, and sleep.
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye and it's kinda funny how you aren't aware of how rare a sight it is. And I tell you, you might not even notice, that tomorrow she'll still be there, but right now, I'm fixated on you.
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
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