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MeadowWhen I look at the meadow
With chirping birds and bees,
I watch the autumn leaves
Fall off the branches of the trees.
Swaying in the wind
From the breath of the clouds,
Petals lying under pinecones
Never to be found.
The sunflowers of yellow
The tulips of bright red,
And butterflies sleeping
On the rest of the flower beds.
Reflections in the ponds
Ripples across the water,
Sunlight gleaming into the puddle
Yet it isn't any hotter
Than the shade from the trees
Or the dandelions in the grass,
Who's fluff's been blown away
From many wishes past.
And when you smile
The whole world falls back into place,
And I realize this meadow
Stems from the rosy red cheeks of your face.
Cascading Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I saw her. Eyes glistening, hair flowing around her head, even though there was no breeze pushing it. I had never dreamed about her before, why is it happening now? DId she appear because I fell asleep thinking of her? If only I'd known I was dreaming, I'd never have wakened.
"Jace…Jace!" Rayne shouted, knocking me out of my trance right as her open palm connected with me shoulder. "You zoned out again. What did you drag me all the way out to the Ice Hut for?"
The Ice Hut is a frozen yogurt shack near the outskirts of town, and also where I first met Rayne. We ordered the same flavor, and started talking, and now, three years later, she is my best friend. She also introduced me to my girlfriend of three months, Christine. However, I've had to spend a lot of time reconsider
MisplacedA collection of phrases
A plethora of verbs
An assortment of adjectives
A swarming of words
Some are uplifting
And some might hurt you
And some just are frustrating
Like 'Patience is a virtue.'
A lot of memories
And a ton of close friends
Who I thought contact with
Would never really end
The presents that I once had
Sitting under the Christmas tree
Have for the most part disappeared
Which was unbeknownst to me
I used to have a way of looking
A peculiar way of seeing
Through rose-tinted glasses
Because I was such an innocent human being
But the world has changed that
And because of that fact
I cannot keep one aspect of my life on track
Because out of all the things that I've lost
And what I've left behind
The only thing I really miss
Is my presence of mind
Madly In Love As A HatterI'm overcome with the oddest feeling
It really is quite grand
Something like Alice must've felt
When she stepped foot in Wonderland
A veritable combination
Of awe and shock
Where time is irrelevant
There is no tick-tock
There is no such thing
As that foolish, bad fear
Because there is nothing to be afraid of
For we are all mad here
You can't decipher
Everything that's going on
And if you think that you have
You are probably wrong
This world can make you happy
But at the same time tear you apart
It all just depends on
What resides in your heart
And your hearts residents
Are a brand new mystery
Because we can't figure it out
Based off of your history
I know that this whole world we have
Must be a lot to see
But trying to learn of all your thoughts
Has put me off my tea
I can barely understand what's come out of your mouth
Let alone what you've left unsaid
You confound me so much, and I have to say, love
That I think I'll come off with my head
The way that you act
When you're around me
Saplings.There's a point in our lives where we get to play
Not realizing that we would all grow up one day
To a point where we'd care about what we'd say
And wonder if our life choices are looked at as okay
Our childhood friends
The ones we played with out in the yard
Who, whenever they saw headlights
Yelled the familiar "Car!"
We invited them to sleep over
And tried to stay up all night
Refusing to close our eyes
Until we saw the sunlight
Who came to our birthday parties
And gave the very best gifts
And when they had a drink
They didn't care if we sipped
It was absolutely fine
To just take a trip to the park
"As long as you were both home
Right when it's dark"
But what we didn't notice
When on monkey bars we hung
Was that we were both changing
Even though we were young
Because the things they showed us
Became life lessons
And our personalities were shaped
By their very presence
When we met
We were just little seeds
Not knowing what our roots
Would branch out to be
We both had to grow
CastlesIt isn't much of a problem
There really is no hassle
To make your own little world
Inside of a big sand castle
Nobody but you knows
What lies on the inside
Just like the unswimmable
Depths of your mind
With waves washing up on shore
Splashing into the moat
Of your dreams and other things
That keep your soul afloat
To run your mighty kingdom
And keep all of it stable
To be the sort of leader
Only seen in fables.
But what you didn't realize
While you hastily created
The palace clouding your mind
Gave you the impression that you've sated
Your deep need
Your unbelievably thirst
To pawn off some of your feelings
But only the very worst
However, you didn't notice
While you focused on grains of sand
That one day, just like the castle
Your life would slip right through your hands.
LamplightAs I walk through the forest
And the sticks start to crack
Under my feet, as I walk
Not once looking back
The air is quite humid
My face is quite damp
From the swarms of insects
Flying near the shine of my lamp
They don't know where they're going
As their face hits the glass
But more keep on coming
Every tree that I pass
The soil was dying
The plants long forgotten
With roots that looked shriveled
And far worse than rotten
The smell is so pungent
The odor filling my nose
With every new wave of the stench
The insects' swarm grows
The light from the lamp
Compared to the expanse of the dark
Was like going on a journey
Unprepared to embark
As I trudged through the rocks
And the rain-soaked dirt
I felt the bugs and sweat
Soaking through my ripped shirt
Walking through this forest
So perfectly secluded
Even with the ground
And the air so polluted
With the bugs trailing behind me
Following my dim glow
Even though I had no idea
Where I was going to go
Made me realize
That we're all bugs follow
FlawlessnessNo combination of vocabulary that I could ever weave
Nothing I could conjure up, nothing I could conceive
Could never honestly make me fully believe
That at some point on this journey, you'd stay with me
But I'm a hopeless romantic, so I wish either way
That maybe, just maybe you'd be with me someday
Because when I was in absolute darkness, you were the ray
That convinced me that everything would be okay
Believe me, sometimes, when things were too rough
I began to think maybe even you weren't enough
To save me from this disaster, all of this catastrophe
From these people and these things that are all so bad for me
But you did it, swooping in like a hawk towards prey
And suddenly, my world wasn't quite so grey
Time passed by, and you were pulled from my life
And with that, came an absolute bombardment of strife
Only having contact every once in a while
Greatly lowered the time that I had to smile
But we got through this, like we promised we would
We could do it together, and we certainl
OverratedHe commands his disciples
To control the city
"Every last one of those peasants
Will bow down to me"
He said as he sat
In his room drinking tea
With no wife and no kids
He had no family
But it was played off well
Nobody could see
What was happening to him
Behind all the decrees
His last name was his lineage
A long line of royalty
It was known since conception
That this was his destiny
Having no friends whatsoever
But having enemies
Who would like nothing more
Than to bring him to his knees
All of his workers despise him
Saying "How dare he"
With these laws set in place
My family can't eat
The bombardment of stress
Made him never at ease
Just one day if calm
Is what he'd most like to seize
Doing whatever you wanted
Made it so nobody believed
That being a king
Isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
I give upSometimes
I try so hard to change for people
Do what they want,
Listen to their critiques,
Try to be a good friend..
But you know?
Everyone makes mistakes,
is not perfect,
is tired and stressed and slips,
It is never good enough,
no matter what I do,
nobody ever sees what I changed,
everybody always only sees my faults.
I get criticised for what I did wrong,
but never acknowledged for what I changed,
I give up.
I don't have the energy anymore,
to always justify myself,
to always go up and be the one,
that is bad,
to always be the one,
Sometimes I think I'm better off without anyone...
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
TidesWhen the night draws near
At the end of the day
There is absolutely nothing
Left in the world to say
We're all tuckered out
We've finished our play
From building sand castles
To the long relay
It was just you and I
And under the stars we lay
Counting them and always
Getting lost at twenty-eight
We did this from June
Until the next year's May
And all that I wanted
Was for you to stay
But now that you're gone
And I'm no longer okay
I lay on the shore alone
Waiting for it to wash me away.
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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