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I should have been a boy.LAWLYOUR BOY SIDE.
[x] You love hoodies.
[x] You love jeans.
[x] Dogs are better than cats.
[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt and fall.
[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.
[x] Shopping is torture.
[x] Sad movies suck.
[ ] You own an XBOX.
[ ] You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid.
[ ] At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] You owned a DS, PS2, or Sega.
[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
[ ] You watch sports on TV. )
[x] Gory movies are cool.
[ ] You used to go to your dad for advice.
[ ] You have at least 1 trophy of a sport.
[ ] You used to play Yu-Gi-Oh.
[x] Baggy sweat pants are nice to wear.
[ ] It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] You love to go crazy and not care what other people think.
[ ] Sports are fun.
[x] You sometimes talk with food in your mouth.
[ ] You sleep at night with your socks on.
[x] You hav
Purely SuicideA knife to her throat
A gun to his head
A rope to their neck
A building for their jump
They want to end it
They think they must
They think they don't deserve it
This life they're given
They've been told;
They're useless, they're nothing
They mean only distress,
They deserve the worst.
They do, they die
They're free from the hate
They're free from the lies
They're free from the world
They're free from the life.
Too late.Touching your face,
Feeling the cold
Letting your numb hand slip
Falling down and grabbing the rope.
That taunting piece of material.
Trying. Trying hard to pull free from it.
Knowing it's too late.
No hope. No feeling. Nothing.
As your limp body pulls harder, you know.
As gravity tried to defy, you know.
As your head starts spinning, you know.
As your room gets blurry, you know.
It's too late to back out. Too late to run free.
Too late to try a different way, a quicker way.
You know, that this way, is nearly over.
It has a hold on you. One you can't pull from.
One that's too strong. One that's telling you.
Forever out of that world.
How life of thought love turns outIt's your entire fault
I blame you
You changed me
But what did I do?
I loved and believed.
Cared and looked after.
Yet you took me for granted,
But still won me over with laughter
You wondered why
I would cry in the night
But all you needed to do
Was to look out of obvious sight
You'd yell and storm out
I'd fall and break down
You'd come back and say "sorry"
And I'd believe and rebound
I'd ask myself why
Why I'd still go back
After the pain and the hurt
Love of which there was lack
Why would you do that?
I can't understand, why did you change
I don't blame you, but him
That friend of yours that I had always found strange
He made you worse
Too bad for me to handle
That last little thing you did
That's when my love went out like a candle
I had no idea it could happen
That you'd change and I'd lose
Lose you and lose me
You by heart and me by noose
But after it all
Before it was just too late
I faintly saw you run in
And thereafter, changed my fate
You picked me up
And cut me down
Nightmare or what?Luanna found herself lost in the bush as it was getting dark. She turned around to head back, but it was too dark to see anything, and she didn't have a torch. After stumbling in the dark for what seemed like hours, Luanna finally fell to her knees. Just as she hit the ground she heard something. A voice? It sounded like a woman's voice.
"Imprisoned beneath the world," it whispered.
"Huh?" Luanna asked, "Katya, Chex? Is that you?"
"Where the soulless dwell" the voice hissed seductively
"This isn't funny guys! Quit it!" she exclaimed
"Lies a place where the damned call home!" whispered the voice again
By now, Luanna was snapping her head from left to right, trying to see through the dark where the mysterious voice was coming from.
"A place where the virtuous hide in fear," sang the voice eerily
Luanna was, by this time, rocking on the ground in the fatal position, with her head in clawed hands and nails unknowingly drawing blood from her forehead, repeatedly crying in a whisper, "Stop,
24 not-poems later1.
it is so hard to be okay
when all i've got are cigarettes
the voices of strangers
and memories of you
it's so hard to be okay
when you hate yourself
for not being okay
all i want is to hear you say
that you love me
so that for five seconds,
i can believe it;
just a few moments
of being alright
i wonder what you would do
with the letters i have written
but never given you
with the truth that i have known
but never told
if i swim
until my arms could no longer
hold me up - you wouldn't
even have a body to say goodbye to
i wonder what you would do
if i wrote right here
that it was you
i wonder what you would think about
and what we have done; the love
that we have destroyed
with our cowardice and our weakness
like a windowsill plant
left out in summer
i wonder what you would think
if the last thing i tol you
was that i loved you
god damn you kissed me hard
when you left
as if you knew it would be the last time
what if it was
the last time
you would never have to catch another moth for m
PerdicionTe conocí en invierno, las calles cubiertas de nieve, el frió carcomía nuestras pieles,
tu piel pálida y congelada, intentado calentar tus manos.
Ese día, aquel donde sentí un fuerte impulso de hablarte en cuanto te vi, sentado en la banca del parque moviendo tus piernas para entrar en calor, solo guiada por un impulso
me acerque a ti, te di mi bufanda y gantes, luego solo me fui.... sin preguntarte
tu nombre, ni de donde eras, ni que hacías, solo me fui.
Días pasaron, y no te volví a ver, creí que solo fue coincidencia el haberte encontrado para evitar que murieras congelado, pero increíblemente nos reencontramos en mi cafetería favorita, te distinguí de inmediato por que traías puesta mi bufanda y guantes..... aun recuerdo tu rostro confundido ... como si buscases a alguien.
Recuerdo tu rostro iluminarse cuando giraste en mi dirección. Me dijiste que mi bufanda tenia olor a
I Love You.
Oh, gorgeous goddess!
How your beauty tantalizes me!
Leaving a dumb statue
In my place.
How can You,
O Great and Majestic One,
Sitting on your golden throne,
In the sky,
Have created such a girl
As the one I see
Oh how my heart flutters!
Sweet angel, you gave
Wings to my
You blessed a poor soul,
With that wonderful magic
Only you possess.
I will give
I will cross the world for you,
I will serve you,
I will think only of you,
I will do anything for you!
If only I can
Hold your delicate hand,
Skin so smooth,
Soft as silk,
And be with you,
Every step of your way,
To comfort you
In your sorrows,
he's got a girlfriend anywaywe both know
that it's hard to write about
it's taken me seven months to start
while you slept, i burnt your crimson sheets
and painted your ceiling purple
part of me thought you might understand
i was trying to show you how i felt
i was being brave
it was how i wanted to tell you
but i was destroying more than i created
(just spread your love
set fire to the storms)
i tried to tell you
but i was tied to tracks
and it's too close for the train to miss me when it stops
if there is still a chance
you might need me
you will find me where we fell in love
sitting under cherry dark skies
with shaking fingers crossed
and blood stained lips locked
LovesicknessI've only known you for a few days,
Yet still this longing feeling stays.
It makes me hate my in active ways,
I need a distraction, for the longer I laze,
The more I think of how you amaze.
Without your touch I feel so alone,
Anywhere near you could feel like home.
So please let me near, it's my heart that you own!
After all, you said that you love me so dearly,
Do why can't I hug you at least yearly?
you jump i jumpit shouldn't be a crime to want to die
but when it comes to you
i'm so fucking glad it is
A State of Consistent Emptiness“Are you feeling better now?”
I feel I have to lie somehow
But instead truth comes spilling out
Before I cork my mouth
With a never mind,
Save it for another time
When I am open to sharing
I know that it will come someday
A point of self-reflection
And everything so huge
Will get smaller, easier, and less dramatic
But for now I swoon over you in the dead of night
Assisted by the bloodied objects of my plight
And I wonder when that day will come
When there is something I set my sights on
And strive to be it
Floating, falling dangerously
Like a dandelion above water
And like a small child you are the only one
Who actually wants me in their lawn
Who might actually miss me when I’m gone
And sometimes I want to strangle myself
Just to see if I’m worth saving
But still I ignore and consent to drown
I’m better off when I cannot breathe
More in touch when I cannot see
And so I bite your hand away
With my last breath
And then I sink into the abyss
All of my regrets
The girl he loves...
The girl he loves is not perfection.
But the girl he loves doesn't have much depression.
The girl he loves is too talkative.
The girl he loves is crazy and wild.
The girl he loves is much much expressive.
The girl he loves can be over-obsessive.
The girl he loves is pretty but she denies it.
The girl he loves is always laughing and smiling.
The girl he loves can't rhyme or rap.
But the girl he loves is me.
And that's a fact.
UnbreakableI've recovered from the past,
I'm ready to restart.
Then I met you at last,
And your beauty touched my heart.
We started off great,
Your love was well needed.
But now it's too late,
I found out that you cheated.
Then you have the nerve to ask,
Can we still be friends?
Girl, I'm putting you in the void of my past,
You'll regret making this end.
You will pay for your sin,
But not by my hand.
You'll hop from guy to guy,
None will treat you as I have.
I gave you love, I gave you care,
You settled for less.
I'll work harder. I'll dream, I'll dare
My revenge will be mass success.
And when you realize what you've lost,
You'll come running back.
Saying Michael, I'm sorry I double crossed,
And I'll reject you without slack.
I'll move on, I'll look good,
You will never break me.
I'm a Guardian, Swimmer, and Student
Goodbye you, hello me.
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