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Kittyfish and ShadowCurled up in darkness,
Discovering the meaning of lonliness,
Grieving in isolation,
She found comfort.
She began staring at walls,
She wandered in her dreams & nightmares.
She saw moving dark images,
She made friends with Shadow.
Shadow was her friend,
Shadow was her comfort.
Shadow was her guardian,
Shadow was her love.
It was mutual,
It was true.
They were inseperable,
It was a connection between two hearts.
Kittyfish felt contented,
Her world was lighted.
Kittyfish was nurtured with warmth,
She was in love.
Her urge grew,
She wanted it all,
She wanted to withdraw Shadow.
In that realm they found joy,
In that darkroom they found light.
In Shadow, she found a beautiful soul,
In Kittyfish, Shadow found ... ?
SoulcareIn the mist of uncertainty,
You held my hand tightly,
Gesturing me to follow,
With my pair of very lost eyes,
As if saying,"I don't know what am I doing",
My weak soul gave in,
I fell, once again.
As you lead me to your very own territory,
My weak hand still firmly grip by yours,
I felt the urge of anticipation and impatience by you,
While mine remain lost.
Every steps up the stairs leads me to the black hole,
Where I will fall sadly to,
A closer step controls the volume of my heart beats,
So loud and so hard,
I can almost hear it in my ears,
Not a normal process in a body anymore,
But seem like a painful thump on my chest,
Louder and louder,
Harder and harder,
When the destination reached,
My heart sank like an anchor,
Right to the bottom,
I knew, It can't be saved no more,
My heart, and myself.
You closed the door behind me,
The soft click as you shut the door,
Sounded like a confirmation,
Telling me that I was at the edge of handing my soul to you,
When Darkness InterferesBells chiming in my head,
Reminding what could be worse;
Memories of hurt and pain,
Or nostalgic agony?
Nightmares haunt when eyes are shut,
Running from fear but never could escape;
Awake feeling glad when hoping it wasn't true,
The truth lies within myself.
Strange voices I hear from something unknown,
As the phantom whispers in ear telling me to dream on;
The feelings of comfort and the uncomfortable blends,
I hear voices of confusion whenever I'm lost.
Let out a silent scream I will,
A yell of help perhaps;
But when ignorance is what I get,
The darken lips will remain sealed;
Or forever it should be,
Mute if necessary.
The doors to my heart are closed,
Thats when protection is needed;
Leaving dreams trailing behind,
But why does darkness has to interfere?
Injecting pain, weak force and even cruelty,
Distorting one's innocent heart,
More than just a muscle of blood and veins;
A fractured mind is bulit,
A tower of failure,
A castle of pain;
Within the fences of fear.
Self-sketch in WordsLeave me alone, I'll think,
I'll think about the past, the present or even the future,
Practically everything and anything,
From things that've happened or might not happen,
From existing to none existence.
I often run into tables and objects,
Hits my head on my bunk after years of sleeping on it,
"Clumsy" is my second name,
"Indecisive" is my first.
Often dream and fantasize about imaginary characters of some sort,
Day-dream-alot to be exact,
Sense of control equals 'Lousy',
And that means i'm not ignorant after all.
Imaginary characters represents self,
Release by doing what can be done in fantasy-dream-imaginary-world,
On behalf of me.
Imagination has no limits,
It's a never ending story of the way i want it to be,
This way i feel happier,
So just let me be me..?
Tears of Diamonds In the highest tower of Dark Roseland, there stood a giant cage with roses and sharp thorns creeping around the thick magical steel bars. It was placed on a large and old wooden shelf so tall that only the evil Master Drake could reach it. In the cage there lived a tiny genie who had the palest skin, lips so red and her dark brown hair so long that falls to her waist that led to a pair of big and beautiful wings with feathers as white as snow. Her name was Meredith, she had lived there for as long as she can remember. She would cry to herself everyday and from her brown enchanted eyes, her tears will turn into diamonds. The diamonds had ultimate powers. These caused Meredith to loose her powers and energy, she was dying although she was supposed to be immortal. Master Drake kept her for the 'Tears of Diamonds' and her everlasting beauty.
Julian, a handsome young man who wor
Journey In The DarkI walked in the dark,
I got up,
And saw a ray of light.
I ran towards it,
I ran fast,
And fell again,
I was about to lose hope,
Someone reached out it's hand,
He was next to me,
He helped me stand.
I looked at him,
His eyes, staring at me,
Telling me something,
I listened carefully..
All heard was just silence.
I shooked my head slowly,
My face sad, disapponted,
Telling him i couldn't hear a thing,"I'm sorry".
He was angry,
At the same time,
He was hurt,
Then he left.
I looked down,
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
I turned away,
I forced myself to I walked again.
The pace was getting quick,
Faster and faster..
I used all my strength to run as fast as i could,
Leaving the dark,
Leaving the past.
It danced around me,
Playing with me,
As if i could hear little children giggling,
Laughing with joy.
Yes,I was happier when i was young,
Innocence is pure,
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous path
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
wordless they succumbAnd they fell -
just like that.
Just like the act of breathing;
soundless and inevitable.
Like an eager girl slipping
straps from her shoulders,
the soft crush of silk at her feet.
We Have No TimeAll we have
Is a sliver
Everything we will
Do in life
We all die before we know it
Its a fact of life
And I am already dying
A slow painful death
One year at a time
One month at a time
One week at a time
One day at a time
Then we flatline
On a metal sheet
Buried in the dirt
To think we were born yesterday
Only to die tomorrow
Winter's GirlI was winter's girl,
frozen under a thick layer of ice.
People tried to break it with their ice picks, but to no avail.
They eventually left me cold and in pieces in my frozen abyss.
You're thawing me out, slowly but surely.
"Summer girls aren't for me, "you say.
"Too full of sick strawberry sweetness."
That was just said to comfort me, but it oddly worked.
Maybe time with you will make me a summer girl,
no more need for thawing,skating with you above my ice.
WonderlandWhen I was little, I knew Wonderland.
Logic was faulty and rules were no more.
Up was down; down was up.
That was how it constantly was.
Fish swam in the air and drowned in water.
Worries were small and dreams were big.
One fell up until they reached the clouds,
Which were then used for soft beds and pillows.
Gender was an unnoticed trait.
Everyone was blind.
Everyone could see.
There were no expectations to uphold.
I was happy.
Then I woke up-or fell asleep-
Into a world with war and prejudice and plague.
I wondered then, and I do now…
Was Wonderland not the real world?
The Answer is Noneplease excuse the crushing
of this conversation
and i'll forgive the wheeze
as my mind's
pinch your windpipe
all but shut
watch my fading blur
as i step like god
and your heels drag
now you're the one
whose able is unned
dissed and nonned
your ghostlungs, my balloon
floating and bumping
and the whether
of pressure differentials
feels true, against
to the girl with the razors in her back pocket,stop. turn around. i understand you,
and i understand the sadness
entrenched in your bones. i understand
the late nights spent in anxious prayer
to the towels, to the creaky floorboard
just outside your parents' room, to the sink
that stains too easily. i understand
the catastrophic glances that people throw you
when you open your mouth and try
to belong. i understand the intense moments
spent in dressing rooms splicing together outfits
that will gracefully sweep past tally-marked wrists and ankles
and hopefully make sense in the dead of summer.
i understand the nights that you carve the emptiness
onto the razor and wonder if it wouldn't be better
to just die tonight instead. no one can be angry...
or disappointed...or judgmental...or sympathetic (because
sometimes forced empathy is the worst)...when you
no longer exist. it just stops. and anything
has to be better than this.
well, you're right about one thing. it does
get better. and not in that corny way
people tell you. you won't se
ShadowI walk across my nightmares,
Through your shadows,
The mist of confusion,
There I found you.
Where I buried my sorrows,
Unleashed my freedom,
Do what my heart commands.
I see you cry,
I hug you close,
You're my shadow,
I'm your soul,
Use my blood to write,
Seal it in a book.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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