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show me your dreamsit doesn't matter how vast your dreams are, but how much of it you turned into reality.
to the magical worldif you could warp away to the magical world
you always wished to live in,
would you be able to leave everything in this world and fly away?
Breaking Out of Our Masks by Changing the Roots
Change the leaves and the whole tree will be poisoned. Change the roots and the whole tree will be changed.
We convince ourselves that the mask we wear is for the good of all. We fake it so as not to hurt the other person. We change our habits accordingly. We try. We live every day wearing our masks. We tell others to fly when their wings are still not ready. We tell others to smile when their hearts are still filled with tears. We lie to ourselves to make the other person feel better. We lie to the other person, to make ourselves look better. The more we distanced from the truth, the closer we became with the lie.
We walk on this thin line, where one missed step can inflict serious pain to other people. But little did we know that walking this thin line was inflicting serious pain to ourselves. Hiding behind the masks, poisoned our hearts and souls. The inequality between our inner and outer selves pressured our hearts to constant and silent pain. The longer we wore our masks,
Mortal As I AmI don't want to die,
Not yet anyway.
I have far too much to see;
And far too much to be.
As short as my life is,
I won't denounce its brevity.
For what meaning is there
In pronounced longevity?
I've still got time yet.
So far as I am mortal,
My life is frighteningly short.
My time here would be wasted
Were I not, of this, aware.
I have never not been here,
Nor will I ever leave;
For I am part of this reality.
Immortality is a given.
A wise man once said,
upon his near-death,
The best time to waste time
Is when you don't have any.
I have no time and all time.
To be finite and infinite...
Life and existence;
Creating and destroying each other periodically.
Mortal As I Am,
I will never cease.
Existence to life,
Life to existence.
I will be forever
But I won't always be me.
I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen
I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
The torments of a starmy heart makes me sick
this life destroys my body
vomit has become a habit
I love the dancing
I want to be a star
the other girls are beautiful
the other girls are thin
me, I'm not like them
I am different
then I suffers in silence
All It TakesNo one needs me,
I'm completely unecessary...
I lie still in the cold
And I bleed...
Blue red stains faded through
Ghosting across my heart,
Into my weathered soul...
My whole life was spent
Escaping part of the past,
And my destiny in the future...
In which the hero becomes the villain,
And I become a prisoner...
I cannot live in a world
Where everything is upside down;
I need to breathe-
Just one breath
Is all it takes.
And all it takes
Each single fiber
Tangled web of energy...
All that I've ever held sacred
And all that I am.
InsomniaStrange sounds on sleepless nights
Silver bells, tolling bright
Sing me something sad and slow
Slip into the undertow
Seeing sights that are not there
Seeing sunlight everywhere
Silent sleeper, not a peep
Surely, I just need some sleep
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging Fire
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
I wish I could describe what I feel,
What I want to tell you,
But this broken language has become too hard,
And with time we will fall apart.
But for now, while I'm on exchange,
We'll ignore it;
The difficulty that, from this, arises,
As a result of our inability,
To speak this broken language.
So listen to the beating of my heart,
As you hold me in your arms.
The rhythmic sound of blood,
Coursing through my veins,
As every fibre of my being,
Screams for you to never let me go.
I don't know how much of this you can understand,
I try to describe it,
With understated, underwhelming words,
But it is impossible,
With only an abridged dictionary in hand.
Perhaps this is for the best.
To keep us separate enough,
So that when I go home tomorrow morning,
I will never think lowly of you,
And you never highly of me,
Since I missed the obvious,
Because of this damned broken language.
But I want you to be able to hear the words,
That I so desperately breathe.
And understand the truth in my eyes.
Child of Newtown
The last time I saw you; your face, etched forever in my memory.
Those eyes, so wise, and yet loving. Your laugh, yes that laugh,
how can I ever forget! The memories we shared of good times
(sure, there were tough times too), frolicking in the wood, dancing
in the sand together, always together. You and me, me and you, living and
loving, sharing the best of times.
Will I see you again? Will we sing together again? Your favorite songs,
I know them all, word for word. I could sing them in my sleep, or recite your
favorite stories with one hand tied behind my back. Eating ice cream with you on a warm
summer night; the very best of times! My favorite was vanilla, yours rocky road.
Watching your favorite cartoon with you on Saturday morning; precious! Oh how I miss
you my child, my dear, sweet child. My heart is broken, forever numb.
"Come back to me, please come back."
"Awaken, my child, for the world is brand new.
The birds sing a song, their song is for YOU.
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