|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
I will never forget...i will never forget anyone
who suffered, died, or lived in torment after living
i will never forget the boy who was gassed
the infant tossed into flames
or the man who had to put his wife into a furnace
i will never forget the ordinary citizens
who made one choice
and saved one...ten...hundreds of lives
i will never forget those who
did not come back
i will never think of anyone
as a statistic, as a number
i will never forget the taut faces,
the skeletal bodies, the
i will never ever forget
those who survived and
had to live with the pain,
those who came back to nothing but
a hardened heart and a changed world
i will never forget...
My Wishesi want to be your easiest hello and hardest goodbye,
i want to see you smile at the sight of me,
i want to see the sparkle in your eye,
while you say that you will do anything for me,
i want our love to be the kind that is hard to come by,
but these are wishes,
that can never be
The Racefeet sinking in the soft soil
wind blowing through my hair
cheeks red with exertion
as i push myself faster
my breathing grows haggard
yet I'm so close
i can feel myself slowing
but I can't give up now
others pass me
i feel defeated
then in the final seconds
i give it all i have
i burst with energy
running with all my might
i tun through the finish line
i have won
Cliches Are Not EnoughI know that I love you,
When clichés are not enough...
They are not enough to describe,
How I've fallen head over heels for you
Or how our love is brighter than the sun.
They are not enough to tell you,
That my heart skips a beat when I glimpse your face
Or how I hadn't lived until I met you.
The Excuses I Made For YouEvery morning I told myself "Today will be different ",
Every day I told others "He will change for the better",
Every night I told you "I love you with all my heart",
It isn't fair for me to make excuses for you.
The excuses I made for you were lies I told myself,
Because I was scared of the truth.
That I don't love you and I never did.
woman with the burnt-out lungsCigarette-flushed face,
you never bothered trying to quit for your kids, though you were one when you started.
It wasn't real until the Big C knocked.
Once burned, twice shy,
your cousins remembered another family member, pixie-cut hair she once permed so proudly,
double-crossed and dying in a cold bleached bed.
Woman with the choked-down laugh,
we didn't want to believe it was cancer, chemotherapy, hospital, beloved, eulogy, grief,
when your daughter can't even spell the words yet.
It's all we can do to hope you hold faith like your aunt didn't, that you will end
your days knowing God. There's nothing else now but drugs and one last bout of misery.
Say goodbye to your children, Pam, and know you are loved.
To My Best Friends' ChildTo My Best Friends' Child
I miss you more than I thought I could miss
someone I met only as a swift, sharp kick
I miss your unheard cries, your unwiped shit,
the way you never gripped my thumb in your tiny fist
I held your mother for an hour last night
as she shook with wordless, tearless cries
while my husband talked down your dad outside
even your dogs hid under the bed and whined
you had a great set of gay uncles in us
to babysit when your folks needed a little fun
and later, drop you off and pick you up
and much later, teach you drinking without getting drunk
and you were going to teach us too
if we were ready to adopt a friend for you
instead, you taught us too much, too soon
about how much we didn't know we had to lose
Waltz with me a gentle rhyme
Meet me under the moonlight
Where the wind blows backwards
Time will never end
A ghost boat around the skyline bend
And a vampire’s kiss
The blood of a rose
And the song of the abyss
Where the wind blows backwards
That’s where you and me
My child take thee
And earn a window pain
A wolf howl on the biting rain
Until I can take your hand
And we can dance the final death
In your arms
We don't touch eachotherMy family lives in a cutlery set
from the eighteenth century,
each spoon and fork is segregated
by red velvet notches;
we do not touch each other.
I will flinch every time you
hold onto me for longer
than four seconds.
I am uncomfortable on couches
because I was raised to keep
my elbows to myself.
I attempt to accept touch as a gift,
but it feels as if someone
is handing me a bomb,
I can't help becoming tense,
waiting for the explosion.
You're too bony.
I can't deny the facts.
My fingers are icicles that never melt.
My bones are weapons that grow sharper.
There are few humans and felines
that can stand to be near me.
There are few humans and felines
that I can stand to be near.
It will take me years of rehearsing
for my body to feel as if you're
an extension of itself.
If you're patient,
The NoisesTick tick tick tick
Tick tock tick tock
Pound pound pound pound
Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!
It's dreadful, oh how dreadful
This unbearable noise is.
It just ticks on and on
Making my head pound.
Tap tap tap tap
Drip drop drip drop
Ding ding ding ding
My mind is trapped, I am trapped...
The voices, oh, the voices!
Such boisterous voices!
They get louder and louder
'Til I cant hear the world.
Hey hey HEY HEY
Sing song sing song
TALK TALK TALK TALK
Oh, shut up! SHUT UP!
I Wish I Could Have Taken You ThereI wish I could have taken you to Neverland
So you would never have had to see the bad
The war that goes on within your fairytale castle
Fight pirates instead of your own family
Dance with the fairies till the world turned dizzy
Leave the grown ups and growing up behind
Play with wooden swords and learn how to fly
Live with Peter and the Lost Boys band
Hear stories like the Croc and Captain Hook's hand
Never listen to parents fight or 'you cant's again
I wish I could have taken you to Neverland
Phases in GriefDenial
They wouldn't do this to me.
There must be a reason.
I'm camouflaged in bruises,
from head to toe for a lost reason.
Cut my blood open,
and show them what it feels like;
to feel my pain.
It doesn't show itself,
but I know it's there.
I'll give it all for this to stop.
I'll give it all for a second chance
at my past.
Give it all for different blood.
Make it stop.
I slowly build oceans;
by my eyes.
Cover it all up with a few laughs.
Not telling anyone my story.
I accept my future, my fate.
But deep down, the past scars still show.
I'm treated like this but later,
I'll be alone without blood.
I roam my house and all I see is division, hatred, evil, and broken. It is worst as I look at my grandparents home, divided by all and disowning of the eldest.
I wish at times how I would want to see my mother, able to walk the same ground as my grandmother, aunt, and younger sister.
Hated is all I see, blood is spilt on to those who don't care, and hearts die as they are changed.
Two-faced and judgement roll off the tongue naturally toward those who are dead to them. I stay quiet as I hear such things toward one another.
Many times I would like to say 'that the things you say are what we learn. And when we grow older, we will hate our eldest child for one thing. Soon they'll be dead to us.'
I would also say, 'What you're telling us is that we must love our siblings, since that's all we got, but you don't do the same?'
My aunt would reply, 'We are adults, that's different.'
But in reality it's not, . . .
It's being a person who doesn't do as they tell others.
And I hope ka
StrengthThere she lays silently in her room
her radio turned on to low
The faint sound now echoes within her four walls.
Shadows that surround her every move
Alas she is afraid, scared, frightened
She does not fear the shadows
She fears what is to happen next.
Fear that will soon devour her soul
The fear that gives it life
The possibilities that flourish her mind.
All the possibilities...
Those she hopes to avoid..
she hopes to ignore
she hopes will soon disappear
Trying to ignore what she hears in the next room over
the loudness escalating, the adrenaline burning
The fury, the power of deceit
The thudding of their hearts beating
That once beat as one, now only to be a memory
The constant thudding between her ears
The scent of the blood boiling
She pulls the wool covers over her head
The childhood memory
The feeling of safety
Expecting the warmth and comfort
that is then replaced with the coldness
The chills of what is to arise,
what is to come,
what the future holds
Attempting to block out al
A Mother and her Golden Girlthe sun shines on my cheeks
the wind blows in my hair
flowers scent the air
my golden daughter smiles and laughs
i only looked away for one moment
but in that moment she was ripped from me
and thrown into the dark abyss
my golden girl
i scream her name
trying to find her
hoping it's a joke
it grows colder
i become more frantic
with each second that passes
she slips through my fingers and becomes his
relief floods through me
when i hear her voice calling me
i turn and find my golden girl
is no longer golden
her innocence is gone
she looks haggard
she is a shadow
and is no longer mine
she belongs to the underworld now
and with her gone
the world is darker
for my golden girl no longer shines for me
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More