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FateI see you
I hear you
I taste you
I feel you
with ever fiber of my
I knew the curves
of your body since
before we were
has been etched
into my skin
like a birthmark.
You complete my
The world unwinds
inside of me.
heavy blue with just a dab of red,
easy to love but not to like.
she carried a book of blank pages.
I loved from afar:
the curve of her hip,
the enigma in her eyes,
the silence she treasured.
did she smile?
I think she did, in the dark,
in the house no one knew,
with the parents no one saw.
just an ordinary girl,
with no skill at mysteries,
and no courage to gather.
CrushI am only the sum of parts:
these stumbling lips,
these wandering eyes,
this heart that skips too many beats.
I am not quite bold:
not content to watch,
not daring to speak,
making acquaintance with my feet.
I am scared:
awkward in silence,
clumsy in speech,
always just short of discreet.
i am waiting for someone who will never come
these tears dissipated into consistent fragile wind,
forever filled with sunshine and melancholy,
i whisper such wishes to the universe,
that she will hear me,
my heart is calling,
eviscerating all of my love,
for sunflowers to smile,
so you may live,
for all of my apologies are tied to multicolored balloons,
to wonder at the feel of my hands hovering above your heartbeat,
for you to know,
time is standing still,
i am waiting,
for you only,
Let me help youAs I look over at you
I can see you crumbling apart
Piece by piece
Like the tears fall down my face
Bit by bit
You are my life
You gave my life a meaning
You gave me another chance
We made a vow to eachother years ago
Never to part, always to support
And as I see your silent tears
My heart slowly breaks
You are my world
You are a big part of me
I can feel you're fading
Hold on my dear
You're losing grip
You're crumbling apart
I will always support you
Till death do us part
So talk to me babe
Let me help you
Show me your tears and break your wall
Let me fix you
And as I drop everything
As I totally ignore work
I rush over to you
astrological.i. On some nights,
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
Bring Me Your HeartIf you bring me the stars, I will return them to their rightful place with you, illuminating your beauty with their blinking eyes. Love, they shine in vain since they could never compare to you.
If you bring me a quill, I will write you a love song. Even when played by the least talented of musicians, the feelings ring true.
If you bring me the night, I will mold it into a blanket and drape it over us, for the night belongs to lovers. It alone can be privy to the whispered words beneath the sheets.
If you bring me a warning, I will disregard its call. With my blades I can fight off all foes, so long as I remain with you. I am the knight w
SheShe is the enigma within the conundrum, the never-ending puzzle of her, herself, and she.
She is made entirely of roses stitched together with fake hopes.
She is the girl who is often silent and scared to voice what sentences her brain churns out.
She wants people to read between the lines.
She is the compulsive liar by necessity, whose truths feel like falsehoods.
She lies so she feels like her story has a plot.
She is the girl who is stuck at the stop sign in life and cannot move for fear of being run over.
She is incapable of going anywhere in life.
She is the author who cannot find the words to create anything worthwhile.
UnrequitedIt's so idiotic, this fear that you will be stolen away from me when you were never mine to begin with. This distance between us is faint but near tangible in its magnitude. No matter how you look at it, it's painful. Not for you, maybe. But for me, there's a bridge that I cannot cross. I'm forced to watch you through a mere friend's eyes, always wanting, always wishing. A slight movement, a slight sound, and you make me forget my troubles. I'm always happy just to be immersed in that joyful aura you wear so freely. But the moment you leave, my worries come crashing down. I can look at you through a thin sheet of class, which is the cruelest
.Memories.I remember your taste, strawberry gloss over smooth, pink lips. They were always curved upwards, even when no, especially when we kissed.
I remember your scent, the tantalizing aroma of vanilla you know I love so much. You always wore it on cold, autumn days, as if to remind me that despite the chilly weather, warmth still exists.
I remember your eyes, a shade of blue and green no one was able to describe. You expected me, the writer, to have words to fit them, but I could think of none. I was too tongue-tied at their beauty.
I remember your hair, the way it seemed to shine when the sun hit it just right. It was perfect no ma
SpinningThe boy lay curled on the floor by his bed
With the fan whirring loudly over his head
He clutches his legs- too thin for a boy
He's too old to look young enough for that toy
His face too soft, his hips too wide
The only thing tough about him is his pride
Some days, though, he wants just to yell
To run through the streets, shout and share this hell
But instead he lies alone on the cold floor
Bound too tight, his back is quite sore
But inside this is good, the pain a relief
An invisible and constant escape from the grief
He turns the music up decibels higher
On those ancient worn speakers that never seem to tire
Drowning out the v
When your Heart is Breaking
When your heart is breaking,
Who is to blame?
When you blame yourself for everything
is it true?
When nothing is true
when everything is a lie
how do you know what to believe?
When you can't believe anything you hear
what do you have to trust?
And when trust is broken
like a rusty chain,
and your heart is breaking
who is there to blame?
An endless cycle
a hopeless circle
do not get caught
or you will never get out.
And the angel
is pulled down by the demon
inside her - his? - soul
and his - her? - life seems to have no meaning
when their life is dying . . . .
where is the angel?
The angel, the tenshi, devaduta, a
Revealing OneselfBut aren't you in love with her?
I realize that as I take another step.
One more. Just one more.
My words are caught in my throat,
In my mind,
Buried under the thickness of my tongue,
Asphyxiation from holding my own breath.
One word. Just one word.
The memories take over,
The sweet chocolate,
Peppered all over with bite marks,
Laced through with poison.
One bite. Just one bite.
Somewhere inside my cage of a body
My heart gives out,
Sick and tired of fighting
A fight it will never win.
One more. Just one more.
The metallic taste of blood
Mixes with the salt of a tear.
My lips ache from the lies.
Just say that one word
Thinking of YouI have to wonder; why am I thinking of you so much lately? Even as I ask that question I know the answer.
You gave me back my hope.
What exactly caused it to return? Was it when you said
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
- with a smile that made it seem like you knew everything, even the one secret I've kept so carefully hidden?
Or maybe it was those teasing eyes of yours. I'm still so marveled by their remarkable beauty that I stare at them longer than I should, and this time, it felt like you gazed back.
Regardless of the reason, you pushed me off a cliff I was climbing up, just when I was nearing the summit.
Perhaps this time, I
My HypocrisyI would fall in love too—
In love with the pure white lilies
And dip dyed roses all wrapped in red silk
In love with warm chocolate eyes
Dark and deep and mysterious in the night
In love with rough calloused hands
But long gentle fingers that brush away tears
In love with the graceful body that bends enthralled at the lightest touch
And I too would fall—
For soft whispered words
And careless "I need you"s from cold and pale lips
For the silver-tongued storyteller
Whose notes provide peace and guide the lights home
For the vibrant soul
Behind the multiple facets and platinum shell
Let the Bombs FallTrying to catch you was not like chasing smoke
But like trying to trap fire between my fingers.
When you climbed too high
(As you often did)
You scorched my palms
And burned me to the bone
Before my tears could lessen your height.
And I have always been a cautious one
With a mind full of unease.
But I ignored the no trespassing sign
Posted in your eyes,
And caught your landmine heart.
But only now do I feel the bullet in my brain
From a gun intended for you.
AbsintheIt is a mistake to spin me as an angel
(And if I am one, charcoal-covered
Forms my wings,
And my halo is barbed wire).
Yet I am not the Devil,
I am something in between.
My skin smells of cigarettes
And from my mouth pours wisps
Of coffee-filled smoke.
I am a God in the form of a king
But I am not the God you seek
And there is no crown on my head.
Misshapen gears clunk about in my mind
And I am an oiled machine
With knives for hands.
You ask me to be your comfort
And I peaceably oblige
AcaciaA fleeting glance
I can't hold your eyes
They are not mine to hold
Sweet and seductive
Do you realize it?
The lips I'll never know
Your fluid movements
Make me jealous
But what need do I have
To move like you?
Read between my words
Hear that phrase?
Friend is a four letter word to me
EpilogueI am tired of writing stories
No one reads
No one sees
I am cast as the writer
Even in life
But the characters have their own minds
And words will not come to mine
The paper cuts my palms on each new page
The ink bleeds on the paper
And I cannot force her to love me
Because I only know how to write of tragedies
The author is not as real as her creations
And she exists less in the memories
Of the reader
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