Stupid...
Shot down.... Excited....
Embarrassed....
Words chase each other
Tripping across my brain
Endless dance upon heavy conscience
Vice around my heart
Tear against my cheek
Stupid
fire brushes my soul
inciting forgotten feelings
rekindling execrable memories
shut that door
escape!
alas...
fire consumes my being
eyes leak from empty sockets
death lurks
inssidious,
incendiary,
intransigent
i thought this was supposed to be the end
There was a time
when words were truth
when a look was honest
no worrying about secrets,
hidden meanings, lies...
Deceit has no place in Love
There was a time
when my heart was open
to be battered, bruised...
or treasured
Now doors are closed
shades drawn
Guarded
but still
I remember
There was a time
Awaiting The Rain by replacement-whale, literature
Literature
Awaiting The Rain
The wind speaks to me
Her woeful howl spreads
through sympathetic branches
of dancing trees
The wind acts on me
buffeting my soul with
cries of her power
calling on my own
The wind is my spirit
I am the wind
There is beauty in anger
flushed cheeks and brilliant eyes
revealing uncompromising rigidity
refusing all misconceptions
fighting with the force of conviction
Reflection on a Past Life by replacement-whale, literature
Literature
Reflection on a Past Life
I was a princess once
wrapped in dutiful riches
condemned to a life of grandeur
my pride was smothered
i became demure and humble
reborn I rise
My chin held high
My spine erect
no cage shall hold Me
all chains fall upon the floor
I stand unfettered, I stand free
And yet
for all of that
i was a princess once
you cannot cage me
my body resistant
to your too-small box
you cannot change me
my mind a steady wall
refusing to be brought low
I am eternally as I am
Stupid...
Shot down.... Excited....
Embarrassed....
Words chase each other
Tripping across my brain
Endless dance upon heavy conscience
Vice around my heart
Tear against my cheek
Stupid
fire brushes my soul
inciting forgotten feelings
rekindling execrable memories
shut that door
escape!
alas...
fire consumes my being
eyes leak from empty sockets
death lurks
inssidious,
incendiary,
intransigent
i thought this was supposed to be the end
There was a time
when words were truth
when a look was honest
no worrying about secrets,
hidden meanings, lies...
Deceit has no place in Love
There was a time
when my heart was open
to be battered, bruised...
or treasured
Now doors are closed
shades drawn
Guarded
but still
I remember
There was a time
Awaiting The Rain by replacement-whale, literature
Literature
Awaiting The Rain
The wind speaks to me
Her woeful howl spreads
through sympathetic branches
of dancing trees
The wind acts on me
buffeting my soul with
cries of her power
calling on my own
The wind is my spirit
I am the wind
There is beauty in anger
flushed cheeks and brilliant eyes
revealing uncompromising rigidity
refusing all misconceptions
fighting with the force of conviction
Reflection on a Past Life by replacement-whale, literature
Literature
Reflection on a Past Life
I was a princess once
wrapped in dutiful riches
condemned to a life of grandeur
my pride was smothered
i became demure and humble
reborn I rise
My chin held high
My spine erect
no cage shall hold Me
all chains fall upon the floor
I stand unfettered, I stand free
And yet
for all of that
i was a princess once
you cannot cage me
my body resistant
to your too-small box
you cannot change me
my mind a steady wall
refusing to be brought low
I am eternally as I am
She listens to the corpse of a wingbeat.
The stories of faraway people
etched on sea glass and flower petals,
like legends told for lullabies
printed with rose thorns
in the absence of paper.
Do the fingers of clock hands
hold the questions of children,
the way wine kisses guilt
and disposable wedding rings?
Handmade letters and gift-wrapped packages
resemble the music of a laughter
that isn't really there.
How many faces
are the reflections of a moment
dying in the second of a memory-
or the dances in the i love you's
that you never told me.
She walks this underpass
embalmed with the graffiti
of the broken, the glass
bottles blue and broke
on cigarette dirt -
where she disinters
glints of rusting rails,
steel line parallels
of a western yesterday
and gold melded dust.
Nonplussed by
this tunnel's twilight eye,
this lying catacomb echo
of a locomotive ghost,
she must get out, escape,
breathe Georgia magnolias,
and leave her solastalgia ache
to a zephyr wind,
to elysian fields.
But it's all she feels,
this millstone of loneliness
chained to the selfsame shame
that came with breaking
her mother's sidewalk spine,
the crab leg line of bone
beneath her very own skin.
So she ta
and i wanted to share it with all of you. there is this guy on korea's got talent who has like this amazingly sad story and all but his voice is so surprisingly fantastic check it out if you're interested http://youtu.be/BewknNW2b8Y
got a lab top!!!!!!!!!!! it's a mac and her name is alice =D she is amazing and the only reason i am even on deviant art right now is cause it gives me a reason to use her =D=D=D anyways, srry just exciting =D. also, gonna b getting a car soon hopefully bc i need one to get btwn wrk and school in the fall and weve been looking and i gotta say car shopping has to b one of my least fav things ever =[[[[ o well back to life <3
going to work in the evening now qualifies as weirdness XD lol i have only done mornings since i started work (granted that was like a week ago but still...) and now the idea of going to work at 5pm seems baffling... tomorro should b interesting to say the least... on the plus side i should get to learn how to make doughnuts and sandwiches and such =] i guess thats all... need to post new deviations... also wanna read some people! *hint hint* lol