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rule of thumbI always,
I always forget normal guys like normal girls. Its been this way for as far as
I've known, I love.....not this, but that
I am an awfully odd oddity, sometimes I wish that I was so plain for you to like me still.
Searching for the lost and goneMy whole body aches
It's been almost a whole year..
I've gone almost an entire year
without your lips on my heart.
My body is trembling, where are you?
starving and shovingEveryone was leaving me be, to wallow in so
much of myself.
That is why I slept with you,
I needed someone to be in my vacant heart.
I slept with you because I needed you to be inside me, to fill
my hollow chest.
because sometimes when you're fucking someone it really feels like they're trying
to push and shove themselves into your heart too.
LosersWe're making the same mistakes, would you like to go out for coffee some time?
We're making the same mistakes, would you like to crawl into my bed some time?
Good MothersI feel like de-friending all of you bitches on facebook.
Please, stop talking about 'Wednesday date-nights' with your daughter.
(and never breaking that promise)
Please, stop talking about you and her going to Disneyworld. Just the two of you
because you love her so much, and want that experience together.
Please, stop all of this mother-lovingness on a place where I scroll through
to see where I stand in life.
You're my mother's friend, and yet I can tell you're a better mother, even from some
shitty medium like facebook.
I'm so jealous that I will never have any of those moments, or feelings again.
WaspI'm scared of falling under again.
to have THAT feeling.
Where butterflies lick my heart and lips
and tickle my wrists.
I'd rather remain detached, safe, in control.
You open me up like a rose bud, buddy.
staticI woke up today with no emotions, or feelings about anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (can my exclamation points give u da feels instead of me)!!!!
the pilot's daughterI would swallow
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
Step Back Let's take a step back:
back to simpler times
where we had no cares
and just hoped it would last.
I love you more than anything
and I love you more
than anyone else
on this forsaken television screen
displaying the dream of life
could love anything.
has a greater love
than mine for you.
Forget all the philosophical quotes
I need to stop
and get back
to the point of this notebook:
throw poetic license out the window,
I fucking love you,
I have nothing
and with you
I have everything;
I could ever ask for,
Anticipated Disaster Waiting
for something all hidden.
If the secret get out,
it's over for us.
You want everything
and I think I have it all.
You think I'm perfect,
when I'm lacking
all that you seek.
are everything I need
just by being with me.
Asking and anticipating
all that leads to our demise
I feel bad,
for not giving the same way;
but right now
I feel dreadful,
Stomach Tied In Knots2:47 A.M.
Texting you late night
Listening to songs that make me think of you
Thinking of me pecking kisses on your pretty pink lips
It keeps my stomach tied in knots.
1:32-1:34 AMIts late
I know I should sleep
But all I want to do
Is stay and talk with you
Even as the stars twinkle and shine
And as the sun begins to rear it's ugly face
Even if I had work tomorrow
I'd stay up all night to speak to you
It'll bring me closer to you
Since you aren't here
With me, falling asleep
Catching yourself with little head jerks
Being here to hold close
It leaves a void
That can't wait to be fulfilled
By being with you again
Fireflies.Take my hand,
twirl me around,
can you glimpse the fireflies
as we dance?
A silent audience,
blinking and providing our light,
the warm air surrounding us
is filled with those lanterns.
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the beat?
We're singing even if we can't speak,
laughing even if we can barely breathe.
Dancing, listening, singing, laughing
all across the grass as we glide
(in what hopefully passes as graceful),
yet paying no mind whoever may judge
for there's only us tonight.
Under the stars above,
through the yellow stars around,
I think dancing with you
would be more like having lightning bugs inside me,
replacing the butterflies for one evening.
Laugh into me,
for maybe it's not my veins filled with light
but your eyes.
Reflecting the stars that don't blink quite like
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
YouStillFancyDigitalClocks.I'm a broken clock, I never keep the right time! My owner should get me reconstructed. No, wait I am your clock that you bought from a messed up Horologist. But you said it yourself, you're bad with clocks, and I'm bad with guys.
I'm not a fucking brand new "shiny" digital clock that you-just-glance-at , I'm an antique, I grow on you. My rosier carved spine, gold framed hips, and wine-stained wooden lips. Are to bland for you I guess... I understand we live in a world of plastic, but I promise, if you spend a little time actually looking at my blacksmith-made, faded hands and aged Oak numbers. You would prefer my ivory face than a cheap... somethingthatcouldbeusedasafuckingtoiletcleaner.
The pain you give me is like a pounding, clanking, bell it runs all through my body. It's intruding actually, crashing in my head and making me all wobbly and such. I want my shitty unlevled pendulum-heart; the thing you keep playing with, and keep getting finger prints on by the way. Replaced maybe th
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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