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Stagnant living.The repetition drones on, Forever repeating itself into carbon copy days.
An ironic redundancy reiterating the already known, the already shown.
Each day lived again, though with less living than each before.
Each day comes with a known and expected outcome.
I know this having already seen the reruns.
This movie, this record is broken and stuck on repeat,
Stuck on repeat,
Stuck on repeat.
Each day feeling incomplete.
Forever substantial but never concrete.
I am ready for the defeat.
Though not my own as I stand on these feet.
I stand strong as I find my bearings,
Removing the eyes of disillusion that I've been wearing.
By my will I am compelled to step, to gain momentum.
In this world of stagnantly static living,
I find myself moving again.
For I am no prisoner, no slave,
No longer mindless, once again brave.
These birds around my neck pull tight like a noose,
Anxiously I wait to cut them both loose.
To break free of this grave constructed by water, steel and time.
Pulled forth by the
Musical bliss...Like a fisherman, with your hooks in my ears. I follow your pull. I know not where it leads, nor do I care. The lure of it all, so enticing, so surreal. A better world will you lead me to. A world of weightlessness, a world of beauty and contentment. The orchestrated joy, the perfectly arranged happiness; I want nothing other than to remain in such a place for my remaining existence. For the finite number of days I have, I want them spent well. For each passing second I waste, for only a set amount have I ever carried, not being in such a world is a waste and nothing more.
Divine in its creation, but humble and accessible to all. Some will never know of this world, many will take it for granted and the few will know and experience its entirety...
The LightThe tiny light, such a minuscule glow off in the distance, it finds faith in every shadow, in every corner or its world. The darkness gives it a purpose, forever moving, forever filling those places once cold and dull with warmth and vibrancy. It carries hope with its light as it moves. It brings a sense of happiness to places once void of such...
...As time moves on, so too will the light. Every shadow returns, the darkness seeks its natural and preferred home. The hope, the warmth, the life will all move on with the glow. The darkness and sense of isolation replaces it with far greater impact than before. Forever in memories will the now lost light remain, as will the memories of what once was. When concentration on memories inevitably switches to realization of the present, only regret, pain, loss and darkness will be left....
...Once my light, once my warmth, once my hope you too have moved on. While moving on I will continue to do, I still don't want to experience loss again. No l
LostI no longer hold the map, the path has grown over and the stars are misaligned.
The trees all new, the road behind is gone and I can no longer see the signs.
Nothing remarkable, nothing to notice, the darkness leaks in.
As the light escapes, so too do the tears from the hold of my eyes.
The silence is powerful, for it penetrates deeper than any noise could.
The feeling of being separated is worsened by being surrounded by so much.
A chance to return or even to escape it all holds my hopes daily.
A watch here matters not, due to time nearly standing still.
A pause which is further lengthened by the knowledge of what remains.
When words become useless and music evokes nothing, and when thoughts do little
It is fear that initiates its coup. Despair flanks flawlessly. There is no defense, no hope to resist.
The battle is lost, as I am as well.
ConversationHow many hours have been spent just having conversations?
Too few, to be sure, yet already too many to count.
Entire days of exchange, so many hours flown by.
Never a minute of it wasted, even in the pauses we spoke.
Despite our connection, our wonderful cohesion,
Disagreements still occurred and frustrations still felt,
Although forgiveness was never far behind.
For you are my muse, my inspiration,
and you'll forever hold a place both in my heart and in my mind.
Of all that I've tried to connect with,
You, for certain, have been the easiest and most challenging all at once.
NullA challenge, A struggle,
Too much for this mind.
A constant devotion,
No time to unwind.
No time to reflect, No time to create,
No more hope or dreams of success to deflate.
Entirely hopeless, Completely Lost.
This employment brings money, but at what real cost.
A laymen among scholars, a peasant among kings.
A dull lusterless accessory among solid gold rings.
My efforts mean little, a percentage of a percent.
Yet this drive I'll continue, despite being spent.
Every single day, all effort applied,
Yet in this constant cycle, all progress denied.
Trial and error, with far more of the latter,
Trying with all when it seems not to matter.
A lesson to be taught, with knowledge to gain,
Daily fights with this info only carry in pain.
Stupidity is felt and known to be mine,
All others putting forth, all pulling through fine.
An amazing opportunity, for those who deserve it,
While perhaps not an idiot, Here I truly don't fit.
Querido amigoQuerido amigo
Amigo es alguien muy especial que cualquiera no merece ese nombre llevar,
Alguien singular que para ti siempre está, en las buenas y en las malas,
En las risas y en las lágrimas,
Cuando un abrazo o una palabras de aliento necesitamos,
O quizás un simple gesto, alegre y sincero
Para calmar nuestras almas y curar nuestros corazones,
Con momentos imborrables, con locuras que sonrisas nos sacan cuando la tristeza nos amarga,
Ese ser especial que en nuestro camino no pensábamos encontrar, quizás fue una casualidad,
O una inesperada sorpresa que hace de nuestras vidas más llevaderas,
Menos solitarias y amargas,
Y más felices y dulces…siempre con su grata compañía.
Querido amigo a ti estos simples versos te dedico,
A ti que decidiste arriesgarte con una niña extraña, una joven solitaria
A la que miles de sonrisas les has sacado y su vida has cambiado,
A ti que con palabras duras y sinceras mucho le has enseñado,
More Than JustMore than just a furtive glance,
More than just a 'holding hands,
More than just a final chance,
More than just uncharted lands,
More than just enough to live,
More than just raptful bliss,
More than just an eternal octave,
More than just a fateful kiss.
TNM El Ladron de mi Corazon...Alguna vez han pensado en encontrar tu príncipe azul que te rescate y te lleve a vivir es su palacio.... pues qué pensarían si les digo que yo no encontré a mi príncipe, si no que fue un ladrón el que hiso que mi vida cambiara, bueno antes de contarles mi historia déjenme presentarme Mi nombre es Marie Elizabeth Flynn García-Shapiro Les contare mi historia, que sin duda no se parece a otra, volvamos el tiempo atrás cuando todavía importaba la popularidad y lo genial que eras, existía varios grupos: los populares (al que yo pertenezco), los roqueros, los dramaturgos, los pacíficos, los amantes de la moda y demás, pero lo peor de todo eran “Los antisociales” las ovejas negras de la segundaria, los rechazados, sinceramente patético aun no puedo creer que algunos chicos prefieran estar solos, en vez de salir con sus amigos, al cine o al parque porque siempre prefieren estar solos... pero el peor de ese grupo
Cherry Girl in BloomDarling, wait for me.
For I am a flower in bloom–
Growing in the darkness
Are you blooming, too?
Our petals give the wind their wings
And the meadows can hear our roots
Howling at mother nature.
Love, tell me.
Will you let the river run through?
The pretty roses surround me,
But I only have eyes for you.
You're the only one in my heart.
The summer heat fought off its dormancy.
Yet the lord won't let us flourish as one,
So may I ask you to forget-me-not?
King and QueenI am but a fool,
Victim to my emotions.
Like the tide to the moon,
They cause my wicked motion.
Betraying myself, you think I would have control?
But only a moment’s rest, gives privy to my soul.
Like a viper without fangs, or angels without wings,
I fear I’ll be my death, a voice box which cannot sing.
My love for you,
It grows like a field.
Expanding past pastures
As if you were my shield.
The only hope I have, is to let you be my hope at all
I will suffocate my fears; we’ll tear down these walls,
The boy will be a man. The girl will be a queen.
We’ll rule our world together, at last I a king.
STARING AWAY FROM FARThe hollowness in my heart
Standing beside loneliness sucking the tar
Breaking each bone in their power
As I dry in the heat
Inside a shower
Stuck Like a bee
Inside a Honey Jar,
Looking At you twinkle
And becoming a star
When I Was On a run away
And so Far,
Those Humble Nights
When we Looked at the Mars
When you were On the hill
Showing the way
In my darkest hours
Staring away from the far,
Getting the to Will to fight
Bringing out The man
No Longer wrong
No longer right
Working out the words
Making his Mark
Be a pray for the king,
Or a Meal for a hungry shark
Walking till his last breath
Walking towards the anti ark
And He runs away
Staring away from the far,
Now I lay here waiting for my depart
Missing out your presence
That could bring Out that spark
And Give this life again
An Immaculate start,
Showing out the world
From a different Phase of part
Not Missing Out your beauty
Or God's magnificent art
Now I stand here
Staring away from the far.
My Tears, Your SmileThe light in your eyes
Be the darkness demise
Your smile I seek
For without it I'm weak
Your hug, your embrace
I'll never find a better place
The moments of your tears
The most paramount of my fears
You were all I could ask for, I wish I could have been the same.
That, I failed, for mere mortality and imperfection to blame.
You deserved so much more, someone better, a god among men.
I hope you find them, I hope your happiness remains then.
My apologies that I couldn't have met your needs.
The loss that I feel pains, my heart, it bleeds.
Yet I find comfort knowing that you seek who you deserve.
May your journey be quick, your path direct, never swerve.
I accept my hurt so that your smile may stay.
Every tear of my own, a more than adequate pay.
A dream you were among a sea of nightmares.
You are missed, You were special, You were all of my cares.
I wish you the best.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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