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All the things...In the dark hearing the rain.
Handcuffs; Belts; Whips; Chains.
All the things that keep me sane,
when my mind goes down the drain.
Voices, voices, in my head.
Nightmares; Creatures; Darkness; Dread.
Hear them all the time.
Tearing at my mind.
Makes me wanna cry!
All of my scary obsessions.
Nazis, shots, and vivisection's.
All the things that keep me sane,
when my mind goes down the drain.
Porcelain dolls; Blood stained walls.
Puppets; Bells; Dance halls.
Music box; Broken clocks.
Hands once moving in one direction.
Always with supreme perfection.
Wishing that, just like the clock,
all the voices would...
To, Roxas...Roses are red
Violets are blue
Here is a poem
I made just for you.
The moment I met you
I was caught in a trance
Then I knew it was certain
when you taught me to dance.
Like a porcelain doll
your precious to me.
My Darling, My Angel,
I'd take any blow for you
No matter how hard.
Think of me as
your own bodyguard.
This poem's to prove
that we'll never part.
Doll, I love you.
Your dear to my heart.
MemoriesI remember the good times;
the bad times; the sad times;
the glad times.
Happy times when the wind blew
through my hair, felt the grass
beneath my feet; the
warm sunshine tanning
The sad times when I felt
lost and all alone. The sky was
dark and cloudy. My face and
pillowcase, stained with tears.
Holding a stuffed animal close to
me for comfort.
Crying myself to sleep.
The moments of excitement.
Going to parties, hanging out
with friends, going to shows or
movies. Having fun with loved ones,
spending time with family at home.
These times are what I look
In my memories.
LiesI have killed an animal intentionally!
I hate gays!
I love spiders!
I like the color pink!
The Prince of Tennis is my favorite Anime!
I hate sushi!
I'm scared of the dark!
I go to sleep at 8:00 pm!
I like classical music!
I have a boyfriend!
I hate Yaoi!
I Love Yuri!
I have kissed someone that ISN'T my relative!
I despize drawing!
I hate the movie Brokeback Mountain!
I have never been mistaken as a boy before!
Dresses are annoying!
All the stockings I own are in tact and not ripped!
I don't have a gaia account!
I have been to 15 anime conventions!
My favorite animal is a mouse!
WHICH ONE'S TRUE!!!!!
I Don't Love You
Stop. Leave me alone.
You loom over me like a dark cloud.
From your mouth, words pour like rain.
Your laugh is like lightning; striking me repetedly.
Your voice is a dagger in my ears.
No, I can't take it.
Leave me in the essence of my insanity.
It's too much to bare; I cry myself to sleep.
When I close my eyes, it's torture.
I can hear you.
Calling my name, taunting me in my sleep.
I could just die.
That's it. The answer; death.
It's better then listening to you.
Day after day.
I'll be free. Free from you.
If I should die before I wake.
Just know this.
It's your fault!
Fun Name game thingyOk this isn't even poetry -_-
Okay. I wanted to post this name game I made up to see if people would try it or not. The instructions are below...here we go.
#1. Pick your favorite animal (or) an animal in general. (has to be real)
#2. Pick ANY job. (also has to be real)
#3. Pick a random name. Something realistic please.
#4. Post this as a comment and I will give you your new name.
#5. (optional) post your new name in ur sig. (because it's too cool to keep locked up inside your head! )
Just follow these steps and let me know what you think.
my name is "Pyromaniac, the inconspicuous Toad from planet Ribbet!"
Until next time, kiddies...
Organization IM 2< hot_head008 has joined >
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Xigba_stabbity02: . . .enjoy yourself, pedo?
hot_head008: ohhh yeeeaaahhh
Xigba_stabbity02: horny bastard -_-
hot_head008: and proud of it!
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mulletman9: is it over ><
Xigba_stabbity02: uh huh
mulletman9: oh ghud. Idk how many times I had to get the images out of my head! >.<
hot_head008: you are so immature
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hot_head008: omg is that- ?
mulletman9: omg puppy?!
Xigba_stabbity02: oh god, it is you! I never thought you would actually use this!
0o_luna-tic_o0: thought I might as well see what this is at least once
0o_luna-tic_o0: looks pointless though -_-
hot_head008: you should have chosen the name sailor moon! XD
0o_luna-tic_o0: and they should have named you fire crotch! XP
Xigba_stabbity02: thats what I thought!
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Xx_sithlord_xX: . . .
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Xx_sithlord_xX: oh good, you two decided to join
game_boi10: no choice it wuz either that or help Vexen in the lab
Xigba_stabbity02: why do we have this, anyway? -_-
Xx_sithlord_xX: I told you, its fun. Also, its better then sitting in the meeting room for an hour.
Xigba_stabbity02: -_-. . .
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game_boi10: LOL! XD
.:the_illusionist:.: what...? -_-
Xigba_stabbity02: the illusionist?
.:the_illusionist:.: I couldnt think of anything
game_boi10: freekin emo.
.:the_illusionist:.: look whos talking, game_boi
Xigba_stabbity02: ohhhh diss!
Xx_sithlord_xX: yeah, Ill just let you all have fun in here. I have work to get done.
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EmoLife sucks. No, not just life; My life.
Constantly easing my pain by slitting my wrists
day, after day, after day.
Hanging sadistic photographs in my bedroom.
Needing to go to therapy, and taking medication
because i'm depressed. People call me sick, insane.
I have even had someone call me grotesque.
And people wonder why i'm like this.
Well, if you must know why. I'll tell you...
Someone ripped my heart out, and stabbed it repeatedly.
No more should it be called a heart.
More like a dark shadow of what once existed.
For I have no heart anymore, just a black hole
filled with the remains of cold, depressing memories
of when they loved me.
No more shall I use pointless emotions like happyness,
joy, love. For my emotions have been taken, and were ripped up into tiny, individual pieces.
So don't start lecturing me on how I should get over
it, or tell me to smile for once. 'Caus I won't do it.
So don't say im sick, insane, or call me a sadistic, messed up
human being. Just save your breath,
Undress MeYou undress me with a single glance followed by
A solitary smile of upturned lips.
The kind of smile that shines from your eyes.
One that wrinkles your nose and underneath your eyes.
The fire dancing across the deepest of blue hues that ignites the passion inside.
You undress me by layers like peeling a banana or an orange.
Getting down to the nitty gritty of what makes me tick.
Like clock work I can see the desire etched across your face.
You undress me from head to toe without having me in your bed.
Stand at the bar naked in your eyes.
No need for intros, you're already fucking me in your mind.
Parched lips and hardening dick, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Already lovers in your fantasy land filled of hot girls riding you
Like a bull from across the bar.
You undress me with your eyes as I encourage it
As I lower my breasts to hard wooden table.
Soft, delicate giggles slip past my lips
As I let my tits do the talking for words don't need to be said.
It would ruin this moment of eye se
You can hold me
You can push me
You can help me
You can fight me
You can heal me
You can bleed me
You can save me
You can kill me
You can love me
You can hate me
Whatever You'll do
Whatever I will do
You will live in me forever.
Sweet TortureHow am I supposed to act normal when you hold me like that?
How am I supposed to control my breathing when every time I inhale I am assailed by the sweet scent of your hair?
How can I refrain from kissing your neck when my lips are but a centimetre away from it?
How can I hide it when my eyes betray my desire?
How do I keep my hands off your skin when only the thin fabric of your t-shirt is standing in my way?
How can I stop myself from pressing close to you when I can feel your thighs brushing against mine?
How will I stay quiet when my body throbs with need?
How do I keep my mouth closed when the words 'I love you' are trying so hard to escape?
How will I let go when my heart tells me I can't?
How will I survive when it's time for you to leave?
Please, tell me how, because I'm scared to death I'll never know the answers.
I can love you or just buy you,
Whatever; I'll Love You.
You can love me or reject me,
You can feel me or just trick me,
You can hug me or seduce me,
You can heal me or just leave me,
You can save me or forget me,
I Will Love You Even If...
I Will Love You Forever, Whatever.
Echoes of PassionBreathing is fading,
Skin is cooling,
A delicious scent,
Still fills the air
Eyes are unseeing,
And yet you are still,
So very aware
Words, so quickly spoken,
And so softly broken,
Leave trails in moonlight,
That is no longer there
With tired lips,
Engage in kisses,
That lead nowhere
Passion is spent,
All that's left,
Are fiercely resounding,
Sense them drift away
jlp December 10, 2009
FOR EROS?FOR EROS?
Some time in the past, without being asked,
I started thinking
And finally I just felt
Words poetic for Eros,
from a poet, aren't worthy.
I don't really know,
If I was or not,
but they called me so.
So I simply felt
that such words would be Worthy,
Only if the poet, even a bad one,
was born from Eros.
Maybe they are wrong
and I was just born now for you.
Maybe I am wrong.
However For Eros
Nothing I had written,
Nothing I had shared
Nothing I had kept.
Till I met You!
Like a present by God,
Your view was revealed to my eyes.
There's nothing ever appeared to me more beautiful!
There's nothing ever appeared to me as cute!
FetishYour thirst for blood
won't end with a kiss.
But I won't stop you.
I won't hold you back.
and make me bleed.
Let it drip.
Tie me up and keep me here,
but I don't need it.
I won't run.
You keep me here.
Not these chains,
I want to taste you.
To know that you love me.
Stain your tongue.
I love it.
I love you.
I only want to be with you.
in your arms.
Fall asleep in your arms.
Listening to your heartbeat.
a hundred heart beatshand full of hair, your skin on my teeth
nails down my back, a hundred heart beats
we've been here before
but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours
penetrating every thought
all attempts to speak
are all for not
though there's really no need
for we both know
this moment consumes what we are
every kiss, caress,
potentially a scar
left on our body's, hearts, and minds,
so much damage done in so little time.
till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace
hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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