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Savory SacrificeBrown feathers fall, whipping
cracks escape surrounding trees
as heavy pants free from aching lungs.
Fear across face, blinding, dripping off beak.
Destination freedom, so feet
scuttle, scurrying from sounds
of slow following footsteps.
Closer, closer, never breaking pace.
Frantic flapping falls short, wings lay
lifeless at sides. Feet no longer move,
yet nearby creeping continues. Single step
taken before feathered body shocked still.
He stares into the eyes of another,
whose soulless slits clobbers heart
against his tender chest. Wings raised high
nearby sky close, containing endless blue,
but hot stones shoot, paralyzing
muscles. Heart explodes, red pours
and stains autumn scented leaves. The scurrying
stops, heartbeat no more and rustling forest falls silent.
Miles BetweenSun rises again, miles between us remain unchanged
like rushing rivers and extended state lines, closer than hand.
How many days must pass until I see his face again and grasp
no longer cold, empty from dangling fingers. Left
to clutch, nails boring deep into palms, aching to brush
against his chest as a new sun rises, miles between us remain
distant as memories of smoldering eyes. A sliced
and split photograph cannot compare so I will wait
for the day until I can see his face again and kiss
those sweet parted lips, tempting, burning red.
They danced against my tongue, leaving behind taste of sugar
into the morning and rising sun where miles have changed
as our bodies curled underneath cotton sheets,
twisted and turned, conforming to our tender
entwine. How many days must pass until I wake up
to beaming bright lights through glass, sun
warming cheeks. Eyes flutter open, gazing at curled
hair, angelic expression and misty eyes. Sun rose, miles
between us faded, and the day I can his fac
Once MoreSoft satin caresses, sweet lips touch,
sending heat down my spine. Fingers
intertwine, brushing mouth, cheeks,
hair, leaving nothing behind. Desire
controls, your lust craving more,
hiding the picture. Moving lips
show mind’s hunger, representing
wavering ways. Sick of twisted motives,
such childish play, now say her name
once more, rekindling blazing flames.
Red drops of passion puddle upon floor,
draining white fingertips damp, speak
once more. Deepen fresh wounds
with twisted smiles. Say her name
once more, I dare to hear such sounds.
If not, hold your tongue, your eternal
peace, and never move those lips from mine.
Black VinesNear vibrant flowers, emerald vines
curl and crawl across covered meadows.
They embrace, black vines dancing
upon skin. Glorious body art.
Dark ink curls, blossoming first
flowers, flourishing sweet summer.
Yet tips bare brown fruit, withered
wrinkled skin as amber sheds life.
Ink fades grey, dancing patterns cease
as vines drop last fruit into fresh snow.
Resolutions"Camila, open your door, now."
The pounding shook my door against its frame and knocked the pencil out of my hands. I tried to pick it up off my desk but moved too fast,
knocking papers and pencils to the floor. I reached for my supplies when another shout hit my ears.
"Camila, I'm not going to repeat myself."
I grumbled under my breath, saying words I knew I couldn't repeat in a few seconds. I rushed off my seat and over to my closed door. The
pounding never died, leaving my ears throbbing. I covered my ear with one hand and opened my bedroom door with the other to see my mom glowering.
She stood over me, eyes boring into my own. Her lips mashed into a scowl. "You have been ignoring me for the last ten minutes. What are you doing here?"
I swallowed a large lump down my throat. "I-I-I was just-"
A gasp flew past her lips, interrupting me. She shoved past me and entered my room, eyes wide. I knew we were both staring at the same
thing: dozens of sticky notes against my walls.
UmbrellaRain poured from the grey clouds, drenching the brown soil. I watched the weather from the inside of my apartment, watching every drop as it hit the ground.
However, that wasn't the only thing that captured my eyes. Standing at the bus stop was a young man, looking in his twenties. He stood tall against the storm, holding a mere umbrella.
How it help up for this long was beyond me. The wind blew it inside out, leaving the man soaked. He had no reason to hold onto it anymore, yet his fingers wouldn't let go of the handle. He stood as a statue, waiting for the bus.
The rain kept falling.
OpenDark dingy dungeon, alive
with desire. Chains dig
into wrists, seeping
every last drop.
Eyes missing day light,
longing warm love against
Key resting on wooden table
top. Long ago did it call,
Up In SpaceA long time ago when the moon was bright,
I stared at a star filled sky.
And wondered in my little mind,
How our little world gets by.
In all that space above our heads,
Where the heavens’ guardians burn,
There must be life much more than us,
At every twist and turn.
Giant creatures with lights for eyes,
And a trumpet for a nose.
Made up of green stuff slimy and wet,
With a tail like a garden hose.
Small, thin creatures made of glass,
Flying rocket-ships past Mars.
With giant computers and flashing lights,
Shooting lazers from their arms!
A flock of bird-like creatures fly,
Past Venus on their way,
To a planet far away from here,
We don’t even know its name!
Here it’s a feat for us to go,
From one country to the next.
But imagine up in space they fly,
Across galaxies instead!
drunk textsI kept skipping work, i'm not fired or anything
I've been too busy touching myself,
drinking a lot and appreciating my youth.
I appreciate talking to you,
I'd rather be smoking, though
I drink too much and that's what I do
but I like you,
why don't we talk? I guess I never text you first,
but I like you,
and I think about you a lot when i'm alone
but it's like, i'm young, and
I feel like I can drink anything
why aren't you texting me back?
I'm funy. (Spelt like that)
I never said I liked you though,
I mean I don't play like that
Being young means I drink a lot
and I don't long for one girl
I like hook ups
but I like the way you seem to enjoy
and I like your eyes and your face
and the way you talk
and the way I feel about you
Heureux souvenirJe me souviens de ses soirées d'été survoltées, lorsque j'étais enfant.
J'ouvrais soudain la porte, et m'enfonçais dans l'obscure froid normand.
Les rosiers de Mamie me regardaient comme si j'étais un extra-terrestre.
Restant là, bouche bée dans le noir, à écouter mon coeur hurler dans ce silence,
les joues rouges et les yeux écarquillées, poussière sous la voute céleste,
jamais l'immobilité ne me paru autant virevolter, comme la plus belle des danses.
Je penchais alors la tête en arrière, les yeux clos, et respirait à plein poumon.
Puis j'ouvrais d'un coup les yeux, porte ouverte vers le spectacle le plus fabuleux,
telles des milliers, des millions, des milliards de lucioles sur une sombre toile de fond.
La paix des étoiles envahissait mon âme et caressait mon coeur : j'étais heureux.
Summer GamesOh sing the song of silent words
And star twinkling in the night
Of lovers walking in the sand
And blue birds taking flight
Oh come to me my child
And ask of who you will be
And I will tell you a story
Of how I discovered me
The hot summer days
Were long and fun
As I sat within the shade
And the nights were filled
With wonders and dancing
As I learned to play the game
The game of life
The game of love
The game of living true
So as you ask me who am I
I’ll say I was you
I was you when I was young
And still new to the world
I was you, you running free
The spirit of a little girl
So sing the song of silent words
And star twinkling in the night
Of lovers walking in the sand
And blue birds taking flight
And learn to have fun once in a while
And just enjoy your life
my babieslittle boy prince of serpent limbs
if i picked you up and held you
loved you dear and carried you along
everywhere i went
you'd say, "no, you're bending it wrong."
well, everyone thinks i'm ugly now
but i've never much cared for appearances alone
i love you and you're worth it all
every little pain you've ever had
every monumental fear that kills you whole
i feel it over and over
and i still love you
baby boy nature
in the jungle
all the wolves
left him alone
and all he feared
was his mommy's
charlie brown buddha
of metaphysical magic
yesterday new york
came to denver
mansions and gang wars
side squished side
onward and upward!
TeamI am trying
But you are not helping
I am helping
But you are not trying
I am talking
But you are not responding
I am responding
But you are not talking
I am adding
But you are subtracting
I am subtracting
But you are adding
I am building up
But you are breaking down
How are we working
As a team
If you are doing nothing?
EddaDie Sache war die, Edda wusste nicht, dass sie die ganze Zeit, verfolgt wurde.
Schon als kleines Mädchen dachte sie, dass alle Türen automatisch auf gingen.
Jede Sache, die sie hinfallen ließ, ging nie in die Brüche oder hatte jemals einen Kratzer.
Sie wuchs mit schwebenden Decken, die auf sie zu kamen und bedeckten, auf.
Und das war ziemlich praktisch.
Edda war frech und deswegen kam es nicht selten vor, dass sie in Streit geriet.
Aber jeder, der hinter ihr sah erschrak und jeder, der ihr etwas tun wollte oder sogar schon tat, konnte nicht mehr in Ruhe schlafen.
Als Edda älter wurde fragte sie sich, warum ihr das alles passiert.
Sie dachte nach. Immer wieder dachte sie nach. Bis zum Schluss.
Zum Ende kam sie nie.
Edda wurde höflich,leise und frech verfolgt.
Your butterfly, no longerI'm the butterfly from above, you asked me to take your love through thick and thin, so I embraced it all without a second thought.
You claimed to see my beauty and all, promised you'd catch me if I fell, but you broke my wings and watched me fall, now on the ground is where I stay.
"Come with me and share the sky, flowers and air" you said but then you took the sun and covered the sky with clouds You burned the flowers so withered they sit and poisoned the air so I no longer could breath!
How could you feel my touch of love and care, when all you did was kick me down and rip my wings?!
And yet you asked again for me to take your love when you won't even take mine in return!?
2 1/2 months of "love" or so I thought.
You said it wasn't gonna last just for a month and it didn't but you also said you want forever, how can you want forever when you never wanted me to begin with?!
You said you held two hearts and now I see, it was true you took mine and kept yours. Be
When in school, we had study as our staple
And also met many kinds of people.
We developed close friends and chum
Which made our hearts warm.
Together we studied, played and sang
And rushed home when the bell rang.
Helping everyone in times of need
Satisfied us, as it was a genuine deed.
We fought and debated over random facts
Although our friendship remained intact.
Sometimes we played a prank or two with someone
But to confess the truth, there would be none.
We used to assemble in lines during prayer
From top we looked like a arranged layer.
The students were placed in exams with other classes
And liked mixing with the masses.
We participated in various sports and functions
Which were held on important occasions
We had teachers who were nice and good
But some jerks did everything to spoil their mood.
They did their best to teach and develop us
And were forced to scold us for creating fuss.
From all the instances we faced
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