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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,
23tried to sell myself
even death denied
tried to float myself away
without a price
my soul cried white
my heart beat dry
I sit here now
under the blazing sky
begging the flames to kiss my hair
I wanna fall asleep
warm and stale
until its too cold to ever breathe again
( I have got a sun stroke and a frost bite, all at the same time )
THPG part 1:The MistakeOne day bubbles blossom,buttercup and their new addition sweetie were asleep and the birds chirp their wonderful song.Sweetie was sleeping while changing into animals she turned into a elephant and she snorted loud so loud bubbles screamed "AAAAAH PROFESSOR! THERE'S A MONSTER IN THE BED!!!!!"she screamed and buttercup grunted "shut up you big baby!" blossom yelled at buttercup while her eyes were still close "STOP IT YOUR GOING TO WAKE UP SWEETIE!"buttercup started hitting blossom and bubbles was int the middle of their fight "STOP IT!"she yelled as she continued "there's a monster in our bed and your not doing anything about it!"she exclamied and shiver in fear buttercup flew to the lights and turned it on "there's no monster its just sweetie turning into animals....again"bubbles sighed with relief and then hugged her toy."well since were awake and its a saturday lets go down and eat breakfast" "okay" they all said as they got dressed and went down to get breakfast.sweetie went to get
Wolf girlWolf girl in your wolf hood,
standing in the night,
watching moons go by,
Bathing in their light,
She travels with the wolves but does not join their mournful song
Among many but alone she stands,
The girl from distant lands.
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
I cant dream of...At first I couldn't dream of being with anyone
I can't dream of being without you
Deep DownDeep down I feel strange
I know in my soul I secretly thirst
For something unthinkable
I wonder sometimes am I a monster?
Who likes the thrill of action?
I can feel my blood rush
When I sometimes wish I’ve had two blades in my hands
Cutting someone’s bare skin
I don’t want to feel this way
Maybe I’ve been a blood lusting killer in the past
If I was a killer then I’ve done wrong
Maybe I was a warrior in the past
If I was a warrior then I am strong
And I know I will never hurt someone
Then again humans are monster deep down
That’s where most bloodshed comes from
Our fear and the thrill of hurt
One thing I do know is I want to be on the Battlefield.
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