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Black Flame... The ReturnI have watched and I have waited patiently for this world to govern their actions
I have watched from a distance always aware of what has happened
I have turned the other cheek
and listened when our great Mayor stopped to speak
He spoke of crimes comitted and how things will certainly change
for this great city
He spoke of our Law enforcement and how their going to apprehend
the animals that commit the killings
He begged the fine people to hang on and just be a little more patient
And yet I have seen more people hurt and heard of fewer lives saved
He told everyone that our great streets shall soon be repaved
and how if the neighborhoods stuck together it wasn't too late
They asked you to volunteer information on the criminals you knew
and in return for their whereabouts...you'd be granted amnesty
So that when these thugs finally posted bail they can return to the streets
just to kill.. your family
You see they can say what they want,but there's just not enough
Nowhere close to enough c
Reaching OutOnce I was drowning
and a man said "Take my hand."
he drew me from the depths of despare
by just showing that he cared
just by reaching out
I realised what this world was about
I came to a quick understanding
of all the things I took for granted
like waking up each day
or perhaps just finding time to say...
Thanks for being there when I needed you most
and thanks for not pushing me away...just drawing me closer
Broken HomeSad I am
Sad because of my comitment
Sad I am
tired and disguisted of this predictment
and all I have left is lent
all my ties are finally spent
since this marriage all my wants denied
tonight now all my flaws were underlined
for this world to see
what you think is wrong with me
so here I stand exposed
so you may see my failures up close
and somehow I still luv this chick
someone please tell me- whats up with this luv shit
sometimes I wonder how you call this a relationship
when my heart keeps telling me to call it quits
but am I so afraid of just being alone
that I will continue to live in this broken home
D.L.It's strange how everyone want's to be a thug
when the real thugs don't want to be a thug
this is nothing to joke about
when one has to live without
I simply can't comprehend
how someone crooked intends to win
living each day somewhat afraid
of all the people you've cheated or the enemies you've made
Man don't you know it's better to forgive
because sooner or later somethings got to give
It's strange how everyone's afraid
of all of these teenage killers we've made
remember that neighborhood child that's unwanted
that's the same kid now with the warrants
for his arrest on sight
you know the same kid left alone at night
don't you remmeber he's the one that got shot
while standing on the corner slinging rocks
and you may believe or you may not
but now he's the player that's running the block
the same man pimpin all the hoes
the same predator your daughter can't tell no
when simply all it took was a kind word
to stop this child from growing into a ...Drug Lord
It's OfficialIt's Official in this new world
I can't survive or thrive
I'm some kind of fossil
living in this plain of obsticles
you see they draw your attention
whiler our honest anchors keep you in suspense
once again gas prices rob you blind
and Big Buisness tells you your losing your mind
but we all know somethings wrong
our peers convince you to just go along
but sometimes you can't make out heads or tails
and your tired of the bullshit their saling
but of course our media tells you nothings wrong
that the times getting better,were living longer...life goes on
of course the public must live the lies
while your consious tells you this just ain't right
When I was youngWhen I was young there wasn't anything I couldn't do
there were no restrictions,I didn't know I could lose
when I was small I thought I could do it all
I was willing to take any chance, I was willing to take the fall
if all I had to do was seek and strive
I'd have done much better than just staying alive
in this world of such little hope
that I would learn later tells dreamers...no
No you can't be a man without both parents
No you can't grow up in the ghetto and have character
nomatter how educated you still don't have a chance
and nomatter how hard you try you just can't
you see your young mind just doesnt understand
that a negative world doesn't give a damn
about your wants and dreams
or the ecoes of your childish screams
because everytime you think your winning or gaining ground
there will be someone in your vicinity to keep you down
if you let it there will always be something to make you miserable
so try to follow your dreams and ignore this crazy world
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Borderlined Once Too OftenDear Doctor,
I am not a pile of bones,
worn grey and yellowed
with the stains of this disease--
is a better plan than
an uncertaintity of pills;
(I won't even begin
to berate you for judging-
you'll get yours one day
when perhaps you'll learn
a label is a tool
instead of a weapon);
was never meant to mean
Sincerely, your patient
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
For Love of the StarsMoon Mother sighs, somber,
beneath a laughing Sun--
his world is ending,
hers has only begun.
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chair
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
The Tangled Webs We Weave...
"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive..."
Bob never really liked his job,
a clerk, in a room full of clerks.
Many a time he'd call off sick,
his unwitting boss- a jerk!
The sun was up, the air was fresh,
those eighteen links were calling.
Bob called in sick (a fevered chill),
his bold-faced lie - appalling!
But as it was his boss had plans,
clients that needed wooing.
So they hit the links at eight-o-five,
"Is that Bob? Who's he fooling?!"
Sad to say, Bob lost his job (sigh),
still unemployed, though he tries.
If only he had told the truth...
he wouldn't have been ensnared by his web of lies!
2. The Affair
It seemed to Joe she worked too much,
overtime almost every night.
He missed their quiet times at home,
he wondered, did she see his plight?
His best friend Ed had tipped him off,
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lie
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
Life Of A ConscienceRain slides down the window pane
As I slowly go insane
Falling with tears, down my face
Slowly making an empty space
Fall out the window, float up high
Deeper and deeper into the sky
Dance in sunshine, bathe in clouds
Away from people and looming clouds
Fall into a lake, see into the water
Cut nets and save, fish from slaughter
Spiral up and down, with the waves
Follow the paths that have been paved
Follow the turning twisting bends
Never giving up until the end
Jump over barriers, crawl round mistakes
Sleep and take a decent break
People laugh and people frown
Taking turns to wear the crown
When it’s hard, together we try
We don’t want to say goodbye
We stand together, you’re not alone
The same down to our very bone
We light the day, comfort the night
And together we will make things right
Meaning to SayYou know there's been something I've been meaning to say
but somehow I always find a way to simply persuade
myself from talking about this
but today you know I just can't resist
Iwant to explain the best way I can
that though we're different I still understand
your goals may not be my goals
the path you take may not lead down my road
the things you may choose
might be to me a little confusing
but that's no reason for me to get angry
because two of a kind never remains
so I guess opposites do attract
from now on I intend to make this affair last
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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