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An Unhealthy ConnectionYou expect me to be an adult,
But inside I'm still a child.
You think I have my life planned out,
It's in a jumbled pile.
You say something so innocent,
At least for you it seems.
You set my head spinning
'Cause I don't know what it means.
You make me feel so immature,
You make me think too much.
You hurt me irreversably,
Then use me as a crutch.
You make me feel so lonely,
You make every step unsure.
I'm afflicted, you're my disease,
And I can't find a cure.
I can't picture life without you,
You have me under your command.
You've twisted yourself around me
In ways I can't understand.
You're greedy and you're selfish,
You're with me constantly,
'Cause you think that without you,
I would be incomplete.
I've wanted so long to be free from you,
But I'm really not sure now.
You've become such a big part of me,
How can I let you go?
Thawing OutI am slowly thawing,
It's a long process.
Shedding off layers
So that I can give you access
To what is really inside me,
Everything I've done and seen.
Every thing I've ever thought,
And all the people I have been.
When Everything is Said and DoneA clock is ticking in your head,
Body lying on the bed.
When everything is said and done
No one cares who lost or won.
And when you're buried in the sand
No one needs to understand
Why you've done the things you have,
No need to tell them if they ask.
You had reasons we'll never know.
You decided how far you'd go.
But in the end the things you missed
Were not the people you had kissed.
Leaping ThroughCross your pinky,
Hope to die,
Kiss and tell
As the crow flies.
Float to the moon,
Watch the time go by,
Ask the lonely boy
If he minds.
Take a moonbeam
To the nearest star,
Ask him if he knows
Who you are.
Jump into space
with him in hand,
Say you'll meet him
In the sand.
TimeEverything is different,
Nothing stays the same.
Time is meant to chew us,
To gnaw and bite and maim.
Enough to read the intro,
But not to turn the page.
Life gives us time to worry,
But not enough to change.
As I Grow OlderI've travelled for days in a boat alone,
Floating in the water.
Hoping to find a shore unknown.
I feel I'm growing older.
I'm running out of time,
And I'm afraid of the end,
Afraid of what I'll find
Around the bend.
Afraid of who I'll meet,
And who might try to hurt me.
Afraid of who I am,
And who I soon will be.
So I'll spend my days travelling,
Floating in the water,
Hoping to find a shore unknown.
Because I feel myself growing older,
And I'd rather do that alone.
StormThe sky is white,
The trees are black.
It sounds like the earth
Is being attacked.
The trees are swaying,
The grass is pressed flat.
By the force of the rain pouring down.
And I'm trying so hard not to drown.
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save me
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
Writer's ProblemsThis pen feels,
So right in my hand.
With the ability,
To do what only I can.
Ideas fly from my mind,
In a manner, distraught.
But they stick to my pen,
Writers with their problems,
Ideas with their wings.
But take your imagination,
And shoot down the damn things
Winds Of TimeThe cool winds of time change from day to day
Yesterday to soon turns into tomorrow
But today is never twice the same
And in heavenly stars I search, but I have yet to find my way
Still, as time continues to march on, my soul can find no resting place
In the mist of this violent quake
Of many dimensions of being I lies awake
Until the hours of dark meet a brilliant day break
leaving me to, once again ponder an uncertain fate
A lock, a chain.
Like tired smiles,
Like summer rain.
A kiss on the cheek,
A whistle, a call.
Like moss underfoot,
Like leaves in fall.
A dance without music,
It's precious, it's lost.
Like shards of glass,
Like Winter's frost.
Is fading away.
A harvest moon.
Like a memory,
It's leaving soon.
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