72 Recent Deviations
Featured: Dream Lover
nicknames.Warm, warm, warmnicknames. by 91816119
the rain was warm
it burned against my skin
my heart never beat
I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.I wanted to write you a lovesong. by 91816119
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
everything left unsaid.I was watching the flowerseverything left unsaid. by 91816119
wilt in my hands,
sullen, brown-tinted petals
curling over and dying
with break-necked proclivity,
a lifeline of wastrels
marching over the bridge of my nose,
eyes open wide and
let the rivers in.
A thousand estuaries
lapping, wave upon wave
of smoke-enveloped fishing boats,
washed up on the shore
among the flower petals;
stole into my heart,
read mysteries in my arteries
and plundered my lungs
for any last breath --
and left me
hymn for a God slain in battle.My lack-lustre longing for the Garden of Edenhymn for a God slain in battle. by 91816119
brought all of Heaven down upon me.
Unfledged in my downy youthful nescience, I danced
barefoot until the prismatic glass splintered
eyes of the deepest blue, an ocean
of wonderment rising up over the coastal defences,
flooding the floor of my kitchen, pooling
puddles of farcical adoration
and lace curtains fluttering, a dragonfly-winged mirage.
And like a gaping wound, horrible lips
so meagre and mephitic as knife-slashed
satin: tarnished, frayed blade, erubescent in battle
and gasping for more.
The leaves swayed above the clouds,
scattered thoughts and daydreams left to wander
atmospheric strata, and I scraped the ceiling
with my fingernails, ceramic sensitivity screaming
prayers to a God with no name,
whose believers shun His face and erect
pillars from His blood, a pedestal
on which to seat His divinity complex,
shrouded in His dessicated cerement;
their creed sails along the thin blue line --
and faith at last drifts off to sleep
CelustialSeeing you from afar, from the safety of my home planet,Celustial by L0NE-W0lf
I felt this urge, this need,
to explore you.
I would steal nights, just to see you.
To watch you shimmer, watch you move,
watch you sparkle.
I wasn't patient, I should have waited,
until I was better educated,
But I took off - shuttled and launched,
blasting off and away,
just to say hi.
I stared into your black holes - I got lost in your galaxies,
I felt sucked in,
and in love,
I learned, you were not capable of love, of warmth,
other than bursts,
of dying stars.
You were colder than I expected,
and so I finally,
PushYou are the solar flare,Push by seaboundstars
I am the black hole.
pulling your light to me.
It is never enough.
I delight in your explosion.
I am never content
to let you illuminate.
I want everything
Avoid The VoidAvoid The VoidAvoid The Void by River-Acheron
A void! It appears as dark as India ink
No time to run
No time to think
It will suck and consume your fragile soul
Will take it's toll
The sun's effulgent rays are but an illusion
Darkness is waiting
amid this confusion
AVOID THE VOID!
In shadows, it dwells
AVOID THE VOID!
It will rot even your cells
Avoid! It's possible, if you are perceptive
The void will come
It's highly deceptive
Where reflections meet shadows it tends to be found
And it can grow
With nary a sound
It waits for you while you're on the brink of sleep
Your defenses lowered
It then starts to creep
AVOID THE VOID!
It stalks without slowing
AVOID THE VOID!
.....You shall succumb, without even knowing.
Go to Sleep (Jeff the Killer Original Song Lyrics)With a knife in hand, and a permanent smile stitched on my lips like glueGo to Sleep (Jeff the Killer Original Song Lyrics) by Akara-Legend
I wander the night, looking for souls who ache like I do
You may say what you want about me, but my lies are the true
I promise that those who die by me are set free from the world without virtue
Go to sleep and rest in peace as you are no longer under the spell of the taboo
Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep my little helpless soul
When you see the man with the bleached white face as rough as charcoal
Please know that freeing you is my one and only role
Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep my little confused soul
And rest easy now that your essence is free from this hellhole
Sleep, sleep, sleep, you worthless little soul who knows nothing of the truth
You mean nothing to the world and that’s what I want you to know
When I stab, stab, stab, your chest
And stab, stab, stab, until your heart bleeds no more
Ha, ha, ha, look at all of that blood
Ha, ha, ha, ha, it just tastes (I drink your fear)
It just tas
Beautiful LiesI feel the tendrils againBeautiful Lies by SilverWynd
slipping down my throat,
threatening to tear me apart,
and drag me back down
into those underworlds
the narrow allies
with blood stained walls
and the lingering stench
of stale smoke, piss, booze and lust,
an oily stickiness,
which when caught in just the right light
appears hypnotizingly beautiful,
but it is a drink from a poisoned well.
I feel it wanting to drive
its hooks into my heart,
inject intoxicating venom,
all the promises
that arrive upon the back of lies,
caught between Satan's thighs,
no matter how desirous the ride,
and how glorious the fall,
I refuse to be left again
collecting the bones from the floor,
picking through broken teeth,
chocking upon the filth.
I want to pitch myself off the edge
throw myself back into that chaos,
the illusion of being empowered
while subjected to abjection
and abuse, teetering upon the
edge of humiliation.
I know the feeling
when the needle is upon the table,
and you are alone with your tho
Stop the StigmaEveryday is a struggle,Stop the Stigma by MyLoveForYouEternity
waking up and just wanting to sleep.
Everyday is an effort,
to live yet another day in this life.
Everyday is a threat,
hoping that people arent around.
Everyday is overwhelming,
dealing with problems that cant be handled.
A mental illness is a struggle.
Dealing with depression
Everyday is a struggle.
There is no need to criticize
or judge someone for their behavior.
Stop the stigma,
and help those that need it.
Before its too late,
and suicide is their only answer...
It's Too Late When We DieIf you want to die then fine, go dieIt's Too Late When We Die by demonsrise
But before you go, think
Think about every dream you've dreamed
Think about every star you've wished upon
Think about every desire that has ever coursed through your veins
Everyone of those things could become true
Everyone of those things could become a reality
If you go pack you bags now
You will be packing nothing but pain
You will leave this place with nothing but your suffering
So fight, fight everyday
Pour fire into your heart
Harness the hurt
Control the memories
And leave this world old and grey
And leave this world carrying happiness
Don't ever give up because,
It's too late when we die..
Smooth PebblesEvery swooning blade of grass vindicated.Smooth Pebbles by jade-pandora
The deep blue silence of a turning wheel.
A precise number of fireflies in the apples.
The coiled jealousy of all reptiles.
The palsy of a prisoner's first sob.
A tranquil sorrow in a dog's ribcage.
All faces obliterated from the moon.
Nirvana observed among smooth pebbles.
The slough of mountain summits in decline.
Every planet reprieved of its orbit.
The ecstasy within a mandala.
The space between spaces.
Honing the blade.
Them boots (walking in her shoes)So you envy this girl you find a thousand times more beautiful than you think you areThem boots (walking in her shoes) by IRphotogirl
You want to be her so badly
Could you be walking in her shoes?
These boots were made for walking a painful and scary path on this pretty blue planet
These boots were made for walking under the acid rain that pours whenever tears have drown
These boots were made for walking with the soul peeling silver blades of a constant death awareness
These boots were made for walking like an elf among mortals
So now tell me...
Just how much you'd pay to be walking in her shoes...
Moon BoyI still rememberMoon Boy by SilverWynd
when the boy fell from the moon
even while everyone else forgot
and the stars themselves close their eyes and wept
silent tears which strangely
burned away the rain for days.
He had a beautiful broken smile,
like the tortured soul
in the back corner of the coffee shop,
drinking espressos and smoking cigarettes
half-cast in shadow, illuminated by his own light,
a mad genius flickering just behind his eyes.
And his eyes had the haunted intensity
of the specter I visit within my dreams,
who waits in the forest mists, vacillating
between heartbreaking tenderness
and electrifying violence.
His voice was comparable to nothing
upon earth, its power derived from the sheer
inability to trigger any nostalgic feeling,
there where no memories, or heart breaks,
or miraculous moments of complete bliss
to be found within his voice.
What became of this boy
who fell from the moon upon a day
when the world was looking away,
with his tapered, delicate, self-assured fingers,
born for play
Bosque.There once was a girl in a pink flowing gown, striding alone in the forest.Bosque. by rociobelindamendez
Miles and miles from her home town, picking flowers in natures own florist.
She wanted time alone, to grow on her own, and feel the Earth beneath her.
She started off strong, but as time went on, she became weaker and weaker.
Hours became days, days became weeks, and soon a month was complete.
Little Lilly lay across the soil, in what seemed to be her deepest sleep.
A decade later a young sad man, entered this abandoned space.
Searching for somewhere to call home, he stumbled across this place.
One night before he drifted off to sleep, he saw a flowing pink flower.
He picked it from the soil, and to his surprise felt a surge of vibrant power.
He dropped the flower on the ground, it began to hover and fly.
Confused and startled he merely gawked, as it sparkled in the sky.
A beautiful woman floated to the floor, pink petals raining down.
The young man fell in love instantly with the woman in the pink gown.
The Slender OneLost in the woods with no light in sightThe Slender One by Akara-Legend
You head forward, a gamble of life to take
The trees lean forward, closing you in tight
They twist to the wind’s whim like a vicious snake
To drag you deeper into their ghostly home
You clutch yourself, wandering forever in the night
You feel a presence behind you like that of a ghost
You try to shake it off, but whirl around in worriment
To only the pitch black in the comfort of forest host
You continue forward, cold and silent
The forest howls trying to frighten you
You ignore it, the way out was important the most
You come to a clearing and leap back in shock
There is a tall man in a classy black suit
Wearing a featureless face as pasty as chalk
Tentacles stream from his back and convolute
He cocks his head to the side; you swear he could smile
Your legs take off running; you have no time to gawk
The urban legend is more than a tall tale and you are to die
If you don’t find a way out of these haunted woods in time
You wish there i
In too DeepI don't dig too deep.In too Deep by Maj0rMareMolester
I'm afraid of what I'll see
inside my black heart.
Judge DreadJudge DreadJudge Dread by DraganTheMighty
to the right, to the left,
who's the saviour, who's the theft,
I am going crazy!
There're voices in my head!!
to the east and to the west,
who is better, who's the best,
I am going crazy!
In this peace I cannot rest!!
to the sun and to the moon,
what is coming, what is soon,
I am going crazy!
And it's early afternoon!!
to the south, to the north,
who's the first, but not the fourth,
I am going crazy!
I'm always the fourth!!
to the future, to the past,
who is slow, who is fast,
I am going crazy!
There is no one to trust!!
to the green and to the red!
there's a whore onto his bed!
I am going crazy!!
Where's The Judge, The Fair Dread???
I Am AliceI dreamt big and hoped colossal, that made me too tallI Am Alice by MauraGreen
T’was a painful fall so I put it all away, but then I became too small.
Some think it would be the wisest to let go, accept and try to fit
But I’m half left in the head and I don’t approve one bit.
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
In the land of broken time I have an eternity to roam
I'm lost in nonsensical logic and it feels just like home
Everything is what it isn't, what you call truth fades
My world isn't safe for you, see the grin in the shades?
Monsters are nice, they offer more tea and don’t accuse
It’s perfectly fine to jump on the table with two different shoes,
Just keep the reason out or it will all disappear
Because we are all indeed mad here.
But the queen dislikes me, didn't I paint the roses red?
Lover, I will try to forget you.The moon is braidingLover, I will try to forget you. by seaboundstars
her sighs into my hair
as I tell her 'I
dislike the thought
of being perfect.
Even more because
I always tried for him.'
There is turbulence
in these bones as he
ghosts past me and
into the skyline.
Perhaps it is time
I stop following.
You really wanted a girl who wasn't me.I fell inYou really wanted a girl who wasn't me. by seaboundstars
love with you or
not quite you,
because you said
you'd never love
IronLaceI am cleaved by desire,IronLace by SilverWynd
split down the middle by need,
I watch myself spill out onto the floor,
my heart beating rapidly,
it is all I can do to keep my grip upon it,
my only option to be dragged behind,
like a kite it flies, and I dangle
feeling as a useless string, no longer grounded,
and yet so terrifyingly free.
You sit and spin at the potters wheel,
I know what all sculptors say,
it is not you who creates, but only listens,
from the clay your fingers obey
the commands which are communicated
through internal vibrations,
you release what was always
awaiting imprisoned within.
And so it was between us,
like rare ore buried into the farthest depths of the mountain,
waiting to be discovered
you painstakingly, devoutly,
brought to the surface,
tumbled between your fingers,
what has always been, quietly anticipating
your arrival, for only you would know
how to unlock all the concealed chambers
which have resisted many
There have been the ones
Princess EuropePrincess EuropePrincess Europe by DraganTheMighty
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?
Rant News.The news is obviously here to keep us scared and manipulated. Letting us 'know' it's dangerous without the government and police on our 'side' to fight 'crime'. Of course what's omitted is the intense corruption within, which completely defeats the purpose, not to mention it reinforces an insidious version of crime into the picture that's harder to fight. One that's a lie conveniently categorised under 'truth and news', that tries to screw you when your backs turned and rots you from within whilst doing so. They show us what they want us to see, not the millions dying all over the world because of their 'regulations' and society's enforcements; instead they show the petty, fucking pathetic local crimes, that'll keep us on the look out when we leave our house, leading us onto the congo line of consumerism. I could go on forever, but the point to this rant was to highlight some other news. ––There are billions of us surviving daily, there are people standing up for their righRant News. by rociobelindamendez
Mind's For SaleYou have ideas all your ownMind's For Sale by OptimalDecay
SO YOU BELIEVE
So steeped in your own mythic stance
the trees shield you from seeing the leaves on their limbs
The sun is out
The newspaper is on the lawn
The grass is green
War is peace
Dying is for another day, another person, in another place
You'll soldier on, because YOU are apart from it all
Nothing to see here
Keep the dream alive
A quiet cancer is invading your dreams
Your subconscious mind is ablaze
A wildfire in the cerebral reality you hide from in daytime
Your mind is on a shelf
In a Wal-Mart
Your mind is in a bag
Your mind is in my Big Mac
Your mind's for sale
I eat brains
Your mind's a commodity
I consume passions
What am I?
I am your elected devourer
What am I?
I am your inner voice, too long quieted
What am I?
I am your truth, gorging on your wasted years
Forever MoreForever MoreForever More by DarlingAngel0565
It's said true friendship is strong
A tree hundreds of years old
yet I saw a withered leaf falling
And the green begins to fade
Look beyond the withered leaf
See past the fading green
Look down into the soil
Where strong roots do grow.
I can hear dry branches cracking
And all the oncoming storms
Black clouds darkening the sky
Are we strong enough to prevail?
Though the branches may crack
As the winds bend them back
Look beyond the darkening clouds
The rays of the sun can be found.
I don't want to lose what we had.
I don't want to see it die.
But the wind takes the leaves away.
A barren skeleton is what is left.
You will not lose what is there
The beauty of nature will prevail
For beneath the soil the roots will grow
Blooming leaves that are forever more
When did we stop to care?
Hoping the tree's big enough
Our visits became rare
AinterversePrologue:- My WorldAinterverse by CrossTheCeator
"I don't know what your deal is?Everything is totally fine."said a male voice."Of course you'll say that,"replied a female voice sounding a bit tricked off,"We're your test subjects."."I'm in here with you,am I not?"."Still doesn't make me feel better."."Now now,"said another female voice,"I think you're being a bit unfair to Shaquille,Mishti."."No I'm not Sasha,"said Mishti,"We're here in some secret base to be test subjects of some crazy invention of a mad scientist."."Hey."Shaquille replied to Mishti's comment."Ah~.You agree with me,right Michael and Maddie?"."Well....."voiced Maddie,"I really have no problem with this.If anything,the problem is...."."The in-close room we're in."said Michael noting their surrounding."That."."See.It may be small but there's is a problem."said Mishti."Ah~.You trust me don't you,Bridge?"."Ah ah ah,well.....yeah,I trust you completely Sha
Delusional Angel.Delusional Angel.Delusional Angel. by rociobelindamendez
Twist my mind up, influence me.
It's all a dream darling, don't think it real.
We're just passing through; or is life passing through us?
Wrap yourself around me, love––
hold me through the storm.
Do you feel that beating, love?
––it's in sync with the universe.
Life is but a moment; surging through eternity.
This, right now is but a coinciding instant.
We have survived the world, lovely. Do you see it?
Remember me in the morning dear, tonight is absolute.
Pale pink lips and sweet bits.
Sketches and coffee spots.
Full moons and breaking points.
Vinyl vibes and genuine conversation.
Red wine and lipstick streaks.
Kisses and contemplation.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Day 1: Falling As Sarah sat on her windowsill, she stared intently into a frozen world. Her breath would come in short, soft, fragments that warmed the glass. The cigarette she held in her left hand was burning without notice; all that mattered was the people fluttering by on the city streets, going about their days. Hundreds of people walking by, people who are alive and frantic; but to her, nothing moves. What mattered even more to her was the rain that fell loudly, echoing violent “pings” and “patter s” throughout her mind with every drop. There was no room for thought in her troubled mind; only the sound of the rain. Everything that surrounded her seemed blank, and lifeless; everything was just another shade of grey. To her, it felt like it was only yesterday that the world had been full of color, and life; at the same time, happiness felt so far away. “Nothing will be the same without you…” she whispers to herself, while a single teDay 1: Falling by SadisticYellowBird
Everything Is A LieThe paranoia tells you one thing you know to almost always be true.Everything Is A Lie by NicoleMeAtParamore
Everything is a lie.
When you leave town, and start new, your past will always be there to haunt you. The paranoia brought on from anxiety, with the cure just a few weeks too late all of a sudden becomes real. You weren't imagining it. It was really happening. Everything begins to slowly crumble. The honeymoon period ends. You begin to realise who was your true friend from the beginning and who was just there because they had to be. You find out people were not who they said they were and people aren't who those people said they were either.
The boy who said he cares all of a sudden doesn't, as if at the drop of the hat your life is nothing to him. He thinks you're crazy. He won't tell you himself because he's worried you'll self harm. He doesn't speak to you for weeks because of it. He's a horrible person.
"Trust us." these girls say, "he told us himself".
You believe them. But the paranoia tells you the one thing you
Happy (Whatever It Takes)Stay silentHappy (Whatever It Takes) by IRphotogirl
You know you hate to rant, you really do
Don't let it show
You can't write about it
But you have to let it flow one way or another
You are so good at helping others with themselves
Yet you act so badly and deadly with yourself, why?
I know your constant aching
I know your story
I know your ability to remember it all, constantly
I heard you scream, silently
I know you used to know how to be happy
You used to say that one is dead when one no longer has dreams
You used to say that given the only person one is sure to be with until the end being oneself one would rather treat oneself kindly
Theoric wisdom,but what about practice?
I know the very words that won't comfort you
I know you need to believe in something just like everybody else, too
You used to say the sun always keeps on shining behind the clouds
But you have trained yourself into living and seeing in absolute darkness
It is not light that blinded you
It is your very own past and history
All you want to
My Name is ElebMY NAME IS ELEBMy Name is Eleb by IRphotogirl
Walking under the acid rain pouring like blood teardrops
The wind whispers so many things to my ears
I am one, I am everything
Barely human and wandering under another sun
I'm too grey
I'm too skinny
Full-spectrum goggles on
Everything hurts here
I can remember falling
The very one memories that won't stop torturing me
On this alien blue planet
And this human army out to get me
Human, you will never ever be able to find out my true story
But I am glad you got to read me
I could inflict you my very own traumas directly in your mind but you probably wouldn't survive to this procedure
I'd rather use these hands and lines to tell you I survived
My name is Eleb
And one day I may share my whole story...
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