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I like your mouthI like your mouth
And the way you move
To form words that
And by that I don't mean
That your words
I mean you are
Doing your best to
That isn't there.
And I'm sorry for
You deserve better.
Won't CryI'm done crying over
I'm done believing that
Can complete me.
I'm not a jigsaw puzzle
And you aren't my missing piece.
Loving you is like playing
A game of minesweeper
And my record on that game is like
99 losses to 1 success.
Your personality is a time bomb
And I don't have steady hand.
We've been together
A year now passed
But you would never take the time
To read this poem,
And that's how I know it's safe to write.
I love you, but man,
I wish I never armed you
With the hammer and scissors
You use to break and cut away
The person I used to be
When you're angry because
I didn't do enough,
Wasn't enough for you.
And baby I love you,
But I won't be crying over you anymore.
I commit to you my bodyI commit to you my body
Heart and hand
Blood and belly
There would be no other greater pleasure
Than to watch it swell with child
And to bring into this world
Our son or daughter
To take to her tiny mouth
Breast heavy with the milk of life
And count his little fingers
And number his pretty toes
I bring to you my body
Your vessel for our love
Fill it with what you will
For of mothers and lovers
There is not one without the other.
125When you twist my tongue
To form foreign sentiments,
I feel like I'm telling a lie, and
The constant pressure to please
Consecrates my subservience to you
In your arms I forget all
Of my rights to opinion
In your clutch I forget I
Have any rights at all.
Your strong arm
Rips out my voice box,
Blots out independent thought,
Your rules dampen
The fires of revolution
And your undying love
Brings me to my knees,
In constant service,
I am yours:
My country, 'tis of thee,
Damned land of poverty,
Of thee I sing.
Theory of PetsInviting an animal into your
Home, it's a terrible idea.
They are soul-sucking
Creatures, that with a
Tilt of the head
Can melt your heart
And force you to obey
Their every command.
Oh, what evil I have conceded to,
Now I spend every penny
On toys and treats and
Tiny doggie clothes,leashes and collars
I am a slave to
Puppy dog eyes
And cat paws to the face
At 5 am...
Save yourself, if you can!
Because there is no
Commitment more demanding
Than inviting a pet home,
And they need you,
They really, really
So be an obedient little slave,
Or don't be a slave at all.
The House We Built on MemoriesThe House We Built on Memories
Your scent settles into my clothes
Like a house settling into its foundation,
‘It belongs,’ I think to myself, ‘he belongs,’
Your cologne, your humanity, it settles with me,
And though the floor boards may creak
Under the weight and pressure of our foot falls
And though there is a slight draft
To chill us in the winter months
This house we built on memories
Is the only house I want to live in.
I want to camp out in
This house we built together
The windows we framed with wishes,
The walls we built to keep out our fears,
And I want to curl up on the
Bare baseboard of our memories,
I want to laugh about the good times,
And cry about the hard times,
I want to chase the night away with you,
I want to share my world with you.
I want to build a life together,
Starting with one brick,
Starting with one dream,
And maybe a can of paint
And a bottle of Windex,
So that our life will always
Be full of color,
And so that the w
An Ironic Perspective on Women's RightsSometimes I wish....
.....I was a stripper.....
Then, I wouldn't have
...........to think about school.....
I could binge....
.......in sinful consumption.......
In the throws of Bulimia.......
I wish..... I could dance....
....that silver pole.....
I want to..... Liberate myself.....
...... Of these clothes...... that constrain.....
..... You're going to call me slut anyways....
Mind as well embrace my role......
I want.... To be..... Your Temptation.....
......as a seductress you can admit defeat......
Only when I flaunt my.... Sexuality.....
Will I be able
to bring men....
.......................to their knees
In vulnerability.... In sickness.... In sin....
Women are the most ......dangerous creatures in the world.
Chattery TeethChattery Teeth shook in her bed while starlight ran its fingers through her hair and the moon kissed her bare skin. The night made love to her in the empty room and a shaky sigh slipped passed her lips. Sitting upright she grasped the vacant sheets that left her swimming in the too-big bed. Angels* tried and failed and tried again to reassure her that there was more to life than the photo on her bedside table but the dream had come again and doubt resurfaced with every trembling ache that coursed through her body.
She clutched at her bare chest, trying to rip memories from a place in her heart that was still very raw from previous procedures that had attempted (and failed) to excise his name from her every waking breath. Nails against white skin leave arterial red paths. A small cry erupts from the adjacent room. Darkness broods jealously in the corner, watching as Emptiness nuzzles Chattery’s neck and breast. The small wail comes again, something stirs in an achy place in
I am the girl that's made of glassI am the girl that's made of glass
Watch me as I break
And all those glittering pieces,
A new girl it will make
A mosaic tiled reincarnation
Of who I used to be
But still merely fragments
Of a once solid me
So go ahead and break me
Watch me as I shatter
I will never be the same person
But when has that ever mattered?
And when has keeping me whole
Ever meant anything to you
You would just as soon break me
As you would grab the glue
You can't stick me back together
I wouldn't want you to try
Because I will break again anyway
The next time you make me cry.
Battle in my MindEat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
beautiful.We were beautiful.
But our separate worlds have broken us apart
embedded its shadows in our muted screams
So let it cut up our love and snip it into p i e c e s
And let tragedy crawl into existence with its wilted bamboo limbs, let
the ocean wind blow what’s left of it
and we will be inches apart, but still too far to be close.
so let our monsters look like us
with bloody ribs of ink and debarment, empty hearts swallowed by their
I guess we never would've made it anyway. never
I guess our forbidden dreams won't ever come true. ever
But time won’t let me forget &
What Is Love? A little over six months ago, a boy who was interested in me at the time asked me what I thought love was. "What do you think love means? What does being in love mean to you?" he asked. Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was a face. Not his face. Someone else's face. Someone I'd been trying to convince myself I hadn't been in love with for the past six months.
I didn't tell him what immediately popped into my head, although I did answer him. And I answered him honestly. "Love is wanting to be with someone all the time," I replied. "Love is the pain you feel when that person is gone for even five minutes." I rattled off a dozen or so more things that constituted love as love in my eyes.
"Love is when you care about someone else's happiness more than your own."
"Love is when you want the best for someone."
"Love is when nothing else matters to you more than being there for that other person."
"Love means never leaving, even when things get really hard."
I Will Keep on SmilingI will keep on smiling
Even if it hurts
I will hide my pain
So not to burden you
I promised not to be selfish
To not take your precious time
Just to help fix me
You are more important
So I will keep on smiling
I will take your burdens
Pile them onto mine
I will carry them for the both of us
And I will keep on smiling
Even if the pain is unbearable
It’s worth it just to see you happy
I’d rather feel this pain now
Than feel the pain of losing you
What Hurts the MostThere have been cuts
And so very much more
But what hurts the most
Is 'what might have been'
to love with such thingsi've plucked the hours down by its scarlet petals
to figure out the ways to say i love you my dear
(held your heart in gentle hands
i will not break it)
with seeds perching into May lungs
among this flight of Frost flowers (blooming
where my heart once stayed so carefully sweet
flapping its wings to the still of butterfly's song
but(never do i
return its sing)
while i can say i love you (give me a map to the stars
i will show you)
by the ones twos threes by fours
the little dance of hows
crept upon me neath the moon's clear.
Landmarksshe strummed his ribcage
with delicate fingers and
hummed soft melodies
of unknown worlds –
go to sleep, my dearest love
as she traced the landmarks
upon his back –
go to sleep.
all i wanted was you.hello there,
i used to think i was
only alive at night, i
only ever lived in my
dreams, but as i've grown
older i've come to realize
dreams don't last like
we think they do.
i'll stay until morning,
and never come back.
i gave up on everything i
ever wanted because you
told me you'd come back,
you swore you'd be there
when i got home, you
gave me a sense of security
i had never had nor will
i ever have again.
i'll be there until you need me,
then you'll never see me again.
i guess this comes with growing up,
there's something to be said for
people who are able to live so long
in a world that takes all you have
and gives you nothing, they say with
age comes experience and knowledge,
but how do we gain knowledge except
through our times when we find our-
selves broken and lying on the floor
of a bathroom we've never been to
i've waited forty years, maybe fifty,
just waiting by my window, hoping you'd come home.
i used to believe in angels,
i used to believe in love, i b
I Miss You SometimesI miss you sometimes
When I thought I had forgotten even your name,
When you had not crossed my mind for
Months on end,
Suddenly it's like I was with you
Yes I know you were bad for me
And that is why I left
But people with sick minds
Don't give up until their body is poisoned too.
You were bad medicine
You were a malignant cell
You were a parasitic psycho-maniac
But you were loved.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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