|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The ReasonThere's a reason people choose the kindest people to hurt
It's the same reason as why people choose to throw glass rather then rubber when they're angry.
They want to watch it shatter.
FreedomWe are free
Free to feel the chains on our wrists
Free to cry and hang from a tree
We are as free as starved wolves
And as pure as the vice of demons
There's not much more to see
The lights, the sounds, the restriction of breath
The crowds, the violence choking me
The faint smell of the coming of death
We watch the millions go by
In their safe walls of fire and ice
That are slowly destroying their minds
Their suitcases and lipstick holding them down
As the cage sits not far behind
My Wings Were Beating To My HeartMy heart was pounding a mile a minute as soon as I took to the skies
It was ready to burst out of my chest as I felt the ground rush to meet the wheels
The doors swung open and I looked left to right, where did you reside?
I look in the one last spot and see you smiling back
I ran to meet you with a smile from ear to ear
The nerves I could only ever imagine had struck
My mind was ticking over and my heart was overclocked
I wanted to reach for a hand or another hug
But every time I did my mind encountered a bug
That would freeze me up and not allow me any though to my own
The nerves would strike and I could not prevail alone
My lips pressed to yours, for the very first time
My body was tense, your lips were sublime
Again my mind froze over but I didn’t mind anymore
My body reacted instinctively and my heart beat faster and started to soar
My arms wrapped around you and our hearts intertwined
There was no doubt you loved me, and the same can be said of myself
I wish we could lay
Lost In The Waves. (Part 2)I found a boat in the waves…
I found a light after my sun went out.
My lungs filled with poison and my chest heavy with fear
Drowning in myself
A hand reached out...
I gripped it tightly, and let his arms pull me up.
I grinned from ear to ear
…and then crashed the wave of doubt.
As his feet slipped from under him, and he fell into the darkness
I grabbed his hand tightly as the water wrapped around his neck
A gurgled “I can’t swim” pierced my heart and broke my head
The water held him tighter and my hand gripped onto water
He fell through the darkness…
My tears coloured the water the shade of fear.
Boats appeared around me, smiling faces looking near me
But never at me.
My heart plunged deeper and my body tried to follow suit
My arms grew weary and the poison once again filled my lungs
Some people heard me screaming, some tried to help
I swatted at their hand, and let the water take me under
Nothing in my lungs but the bitter poison, born of loneli
ApologiesApologies, my dear
For letting your mind sit alone to let in the fear
The people my dear, telling you, you're not good enough
And i was not around to stop the poison running through you
Not here enough to cure your poison entirely
And so you let the poison flow out of you
In the crimson red of a fine wine
I'm sorry for letting your pain ferment
Into regret and self-hate.
I can't let this happen again, we must cure the poison and render you immune
Inject the anti-venom, love and kisses and dreams without pain
I love you my dear and i'm sorry for not being there
Stay alive, please, and let the poison disappear
Little birdy don't leave meLittle birdy, fly away
I'm chained down
you know you can't set me free
The only escape
Is for my wings to break
But then, what is it to be free?
With my wings broken
What freedom is felt, what freedom is for me?
Little birdy, fly away
My freedoms been stripped from me today
Beat those one day majestic wings
And fly over a great many number of things
Leave me to be trapped in this monstrosity
Let your wings beat free
I'll be here,
I'll be waiting for thee
Puzzles Upon Puzzles Upon LiesEach day i err away
From what you do not say
Each riddle racking my brain
To find the answer of which has strayed
Its final path impossible to grasp
The final strand of a beautiful brunette riddle
Of which i can't understand
Although i try and try
As much as i possibly can
Sometimes the idea just starts to fly
Away from my head
Sometimes the clouds are the answer
To help with whats wrong inside your head
Each day that I look
My eyes tear and my happiness fades
But what can I do to avoid remembering my own failure
The hands intertwine as I steam and burst at everyone who comes to aid
As I sit in the wake of my own destruction
Knowing exactly what i've done wrong
The tears in my heart increase at night
when sadness all around enters my sight
A few too many sad tears, fall from the sky
Or at least, something similar that rhymes
YouWhat are you doing?
Living well with a high end job paying high end money?
How are your friends?
Inside... Not outside, of course they hide things honey
What is your dream, does it match your profession?
Theres an eighty percent chance i'm right and it doesn't
That you chose the job for money
And only wish each day would end
When will you complete your dreams?
Soon? I bet you've said that time and time again
Complete your lifes purpose now
Dont let anything else get in the way
Let your grin go from ear to ear
While life becomes so much more clear
Let colour back into your cheeks
Let life grovel at your feet
Because you live life once
And sadness isnt worth that diamond ring
PaintPaint is a marvellous device
A simple three strokes could cause emotion in those with the worst vices
Colour coated freedom
Can drip over a canvas
And wash away all the pain in your heart
By letting loose all the pain onto a page
Each shattered fragment bared for the world to see
A recruitment poster, for a care crew to repair your shattered body entirely
A picture may tell a thousand words
But the emotions it provokes are over a thousand more
And the luscious page can summon each emotion to the world
Fix you up, even stronger then before
on growing upit will happen like this;
one day you will be so tired of yourself and the rolling days and the sleepless nights, and you've never liked coffee before but you'll take it and you'll mix in four sugars and you'll wince with every sip but you'll drink it all. then each step is a little lighter, and the mornings a little less cold and suddenly you'll realise you've forgotten what it felt like to just be awake all by yourself.
and one day you'll cry at school and all the people walking past won't stop and your friends won't have the right words like they used to. you'll sit and you'll shake until your tears have bled you of everything that you've got, and suddenly you'll realise you don't even have the energy to be sad anymore. and you'll go home with tear streaked cheeks and your mother won't ask you what's wrong and you'll go to bed and you'll realise that maybe there's more comfort in darkness and silence than you've ever known before.
it will be the weekend and you'll come home alone an
dragonfly wingsi. There is an entire generation of humans who grew up learning how to be murderers,
learning how to wound creatures for an audience and a laugh, and oh
how they love to laugh, pigtailed executioners
and torturers of all that frail life
that could be contained in a quiet garden.
ii. They take spiders by their bellies and put them one each on two ends of a stick,
and they poke and prod and push until one decides to eat the other,
for there must be a duel, there must be a death, or there is no fun,
and the children will race off to find new things to hurt.
They take dragonflies by the wings and stick their jewel tails into electric sockets,
playing god in their pajamas, leaving peanut butter fingerprints
on the little pockets of heaven they find and fight over,
keeping the pretty pieces for their scrapbooks, like you could trap life
beneath scotch tape and label it between lines red-blue-red.
iii. Well maybe they know better, if you want to believe there's a muted brilliance
breathing takes a second too longi'm just going to write this all out because if i stop to so much as breathe or count the seconds in my head until i feel like maybe you're a little closer to me then i might just fall apart. i don't have much control over my punctuation or spelling or grammar but i also don't have much control over myself and especially not over you and me together, and it's terrifying but it's all i want.
i want to be able to see you and i want to press myself against you as tightly as i can because there have been way too many miles between us for way too long and all i want is you and when i stand up i want you to still be against me and when i lie down i want you still to surround me and when i walk over to the door to leave because maybe you made me sad or maybe it's just time to go i want to walk out to my doorstep and have you still be encircling me like i am the destination on your map that you've been looking for for so long.
i don't want to be the sore spot between your elbow and forearm fro
On Wanting Everything to Be RightYou got too comfortable,
forgot he could make mistakes,
and set your consciousness aside
so he could mend the thoughts
which have remained disordered
in your fumbling sobriety,
despite the years of learning to cope
with the pace of regularity:
scraping the mailbox with his key,
dining out every Sunday,
setting the thermostat to sixty degrees,
and changing despite every effort
to remain apathetic about his plans,
how your name became a constant
in his living equations,
the variable which defined the function.
On the morning you leave,
only your luggage and body will move
through the summer shadows
of oak leaves shaking in a breeze,
and only your barest senses
will know the satisfaction of hearing
his footsteps behind yours,
cicadas composing another song,
a car door slamming shut,
the engine firing up,
though your muscle memory isn't enough
to bring you peace or independence,
money or place or dignity.
When you turn onto Justamere Road,
you'll picture the nightstand
on your side of the
even so.you were my eternal bad feeling.
that lingering kick in my gut, from not knowing what stupid or self destructive thing you would be doing today.
you drank too much, and i tired to pry too many bottles out of your hands in the time i loved you.
not to say i dont still love you, but its different now. its a habit, or just the leftovers of the real thing. somewhere it got too much, the nights got too long, and i was fighting you more than i was fighting for you. the odds were stacking up against us, and i knew i had to get out of there before they buried us.
so i let them bury you.
bipolar IIa week is spent
in throes of excitability,
irritation, unstoppable words,
and ideas with wings of their own-
they soar in their preternatural flight
without a second's notice
and meander along separate currents.
sleep is an elusive,
fought for so ruthlessly,
only to have it slip away,
mere hours later.
i am icarus, resin-winged in thought
and flying til my fingers can
brush the sun.
i am icarus, resin-winged in thought
and watching my feathers drop
until my body
is subject once more
to the relentless rules of gravity.
hitting the dirt
hurts more every time-
physics has no mercy for bruised bones.
refusal to meet my mother's gaze,
to speak when spoken to,
and to move from the cave of my bedroom
i know how the sun feels
when it sinks below the earth,
and the struggle of the moon
as it thrashes to rise.
the endless circle
from night and day
grows so tiresome that sometime,
it will just
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too much
and the person I love loves that I love the quiet and easy days
loves that I like to stay up late (or early) till the birds sing of morning and
the person I love loves that I love to hold hands and hold a body but only when I know them fully
and the person I love loves listening to my songs and listening to my voice and to my poetry and stories
the person I love has songs to share too and a voice that melts my heart and words that mold it back into something nostalgia old and inspired new
and the person I love loves to look around and take it in once in a while and wonders why we can’t just run away to a secluded place in the forest with a cabin that harbors all of our needs, keeps you and me in a space apart where it rains when we’re sad because we would always be sad together and where the sun is warm on our skin when we are smiling together and laughing together because I made a spectacular pun out of seemingly nothing sp
beliefshumming a tune that rattled her bones as though she were a bottle of pills, she counted all the times she'd been a burden in her life. she figured it equaled nothing less than her number of breaths. laying in bed and surrounded by pillows, she tried to quiet the sound; but her body betrayed her. "you can't hide behind a closed mouth," her guts moaned, and she huddled into herself to silence them.
when she walked, it was with a careful precision she'd developed from balancing on ledges in her dreams. night after night, she withstood the trembling of her aching frame. like a ship being tossed, her bones creaked under the strain of the storm inside her. she wondered how long she could keep it restrained.
the only calm she'd ever tasted was the center of the storm; and now she felt her own hurricane twisting the wilderness within. she found her beliefs, the redwoods of her being, uprooted with the abruptness of a fitful toddler tossing her head to the floor. it would hurt. it did hurt. but
The Rules of FlyingThe Rules of Flying:
No#1: Don’t Fly Too High:
If you allow yourself to achieve a great height, there will only be enough air left for you to fall. Stay at a constant pace, don’t allow your head to float above the clouds.
Another juxtaposing comment upon rule 1 of flying, do not fly too close to the ground, to let creatures pull you down.
No#2: Avoid Trees:
While flying to your destination, many obstacles may get in your way, clipping a few branches may be fine for you depending on your strength. But always avoid the trunks of these obstacles, they will end your flight abruptly and you may not reach your destination in one piece.
This also applies to aeroplanes and other birds.
No#3: Don’t Flap Your Wings Too Much:
Although flapping your wings is necessary to achieve the height you require to succeed and complete your flight. Flapping unnecessarily only leaves you too tired to complete your journey.
Remember to flap your wings only when needed. Do not let another bird
Keep in Touch!
A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More