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Bunchies of New Poems

Journal Entry: Sat Jun 5, 2010, 9:45 PM


Drama Queen

Silly girl, can't you see
That it is over
Silly boy, I know she is a drama queen
Now I am dragged into this perpetual emotions
Stuck in this disappointed scene
Love isn't always what is seems to be.


Senior Prom...

I am anxious and desperate
To look into your eyes
I am scared out of my mind
That I'll be left behind
I need to know if...
This is worth fighting for
The flame was lost years ago
But deep inside the ashes still blow
And I have spent several nights
With tear filled eyes
Questioning true and real love
For I would sacrifice
Even the boldest of myself
If it meant being in your arms
One last and final night.



Summer

Here comes summer
The last of childhood memories
The beginning of reality
Here comes fireflies
That tell secrets
Throughout the night
Here comes a familiar tune
As I dance the evening away
Softly, sweetly..under the moon
Here comes summer
With starry skies
And cold drinks
With lullaby showers
And endless hours
The ending of wasted time
The beginning of independence
Here comes summer
Where memories melt away
Like an ice cream cone
Dripping on the sidewalk.


The power We Behold

I can read your mind
With the blink of an eye
I know your smile
As well as you know my tears
I can read your thoughts
Like they are my own
I can trace your heartbeat
Like the rhythm of a drum
I can lure you like succubus
I can tease you with my lips
I can trust you with my heart
But remember I can destroy you
With all that exists.


Stuck inside my own art

Paint me in a forest
Sew my wings back on
Decorate my body
With patches of lovely art
Draw me with my strings
Your hand controls my every move
I am the puppet, the marionette
The shadow that will haunt you
Splatter me with energy
Give me a reason to be real
I only wanted to be proven
That I mean something more
Sketch me with rainclouds
Hovering above my head
Stitch flowers in my hair
Prove to me the words you've said
Charcoal roses black and gray
Now tremble to the ground
As I await for the day
That I will finally be found
And as I wait here cursed behind
The blood that I seek to find
The master mold's me like a bowl of clay
Forming me into his play toy today
Tomorrow I will be nothing but a slave
Save me now my prince, before I decay

  • Mood: Emotional
  • Listening to: Reading Into It-The Hurt Process
  • Reading: --
  • Watching: the screen...
  • Playing: --
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: chinease tea^^
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