|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
100ThemesChallenge - RotFruit flies over a kitchen sink and reddish paint splashed across the tiles in a vicious X. Smashed china crunches beneath feet that don't dare move and somewhere something bigger than a mouse scurries for cover. Screams from squemish women - one faints and in a pointless act of chivalry a man swears in the direction of the noise.
Glares at the man - the silence has been broken and along with it something far less tangible; an ambience of narcissistic respect for this person they had never spoken to. He hangs his head turns away looking ill. Another makes a move to pick up the disarrayed furniture and someone notices; steps forward to help him. Together to group tidy the flat in a trance, opening windows and letting fresh air wash away stale dust. They pry through the bedroom, setting a lamp back on the stand, flicking through photo albums but through unspoken agreement no one enters the kitchen, where a rotting stench still rules, and creatures rustle behind cabinets, as if whispering
The Love Hates BackSo yes, that was the only reason I kissed you; to see if tendresse would do what anger could not.
The Infectious TabooThey think they can get rid of me. But no, lift a stone and you will see me, split a piece of wood along the crease of your thumb, and you will see me. Look inside, and look hard, into the tiny, dark parts of yourself you would rather ignore. And you will see me.
The Birds Fly In FormationI will take all your lies and your doubt and your crushed dreams, if it will make you hope again. And I will take all your pills and your sickness and your poison, if it will make you well again. And I will take all your fractures, and your sprains and your breaks, if it will make you whole again. And I will take all your anger and your fear and your hate, if it will make you love again.
The Past We ForgaveWe took off our clothes, and we tore the paper from the walls, the carpet from the floor. We burnt those framed photographs and ripped out the wires. We took it down brick by brick, until only scrub-covered ground remained.
And we let the Earth be, how it was meant to be.
The Only Me You KnowYou look at my legs and see them slim and tanned and smooth.
I look at my legs and see the cuts and bruises. I see the places I've pinched and punched and scratched them. I see the scars that will never truly heal.
You look at my arms and see my pretty bracelets, the long slim fingers.
I look at my arms and see the reminders of the promises I made. I see the fingers that have drawn blood. I see the invisible scars that will always stay with me.
You look at my face and see laughter, a smile in bright blue eyes, kindness on soft lips.
I look at my face and see the forced smile. I see the pain and heaviness in eyes that are more grey than blue. I see the suppressed tears.
You look at me and see a girl: happy, intelligent, with her whole life ahead of her.
I look at me and see a girl in pain, suffering but trying to hide it, wishing she was normal, wishing she was dead.
You look at me and think you know me. But you only know the 'me' that I want you to know. You only know the mask.
your truth.i've memorized the map of the world on your skin, the crevices and caverns and shallow valleys, the porcelain cracks and blackening alleys and maybe i'm just scarred from the thousand times i've shattered, but i feel the need to tell you that you matter.
and i wish i could show you that you're so much more than light and darkness and spaces in between, all the times you've ached and all the pain you've seen.
and i wish i could show you that faith and love are what it means to be alive, but you just can't seem to open your eyes and now i'm praying someday you'll fall in time with someone who can change your mind.
darling, please, don't let life be an array of color you refuse to see.
She who seeks the answers in cards has nothing to lose. A misplaced soul looking for excuses, trying desperately to seal the days with sorrow for her and those that love her, if there are any left, for she lives and dreams only to find fear. In her self there is a world of love she can not give and no one crosses her roads. In silence, she screams, and still no hope of getting home she takes after the art of lost. It is not destiny who chooses us, it is us who summon her...
I Will Be There
When you laugh,
I'll be there to laugh with you.
When you cry,
I'll wipe your tears away.
When you're in pain,
I'll be there by your side,
I'll hold you tight,
Everything'll be alright,
'Cause I will be there.
When you speak,
I'll be there to listen,
When you want to be silent,
I won't say a word,
When you dance,
I will dance with you
and when you are still,
I'll sit by your side.
I'll gaze into your eyes,
I will not rise.
I will be there.
When you are lonely,
I'll be there to say you're not alone.
When you are happy,
I'll be happy too.
When your spirits are high,
Mine soar to the sky,
And when you tell me you love me,
I'll always love you back.
When the skies seem grey,
and your wings are so heavy,
I'll make the sun shine,
I'll lift you to the sky,
I'll watch you fly,
And if you fall,
I'll be there to catch you.
I'll take your hand,
I'll hold it tight,
So hold on,
It's time to fight.
And when it seems you can't fight any longer,
When your eyes start to close
and your hand goes limp,
SpeciesSelfish humans we are,
that don't care only on ourselves.
We don't see beyond superficial stuff
in everything that is around us.
We don't realize the extraordinary things
in the most ordinary things in this existence.
When we think of "difference" or "change"
we think of it as something bad, and were wrong.
Selfish humans we are,
we don't care about the nature.
Some thing so beautiful
and were missing it, destroying it.
Us humans are a dangerous species,
even for ourselves.
We fear our own feelings,
our own thoughts, our own actions.
Selfish humans we are,
destroying a beauty of its own.
Something so precious,
it's dying and it's our fault.
We know were destroying the earth,
and we don't do anything about it.
Are we even worth of living
if we don't save and protect what's ours?
Selfish humans we are,
what is wrong with us?
Our ways of living is destroying us.
Selfish humans that we are.
My secret limitI'm so afraid
that I don't know,
just how far
I need to go
I'll lose control,
and lose my hold
let Ana lead,
a friend that's bold
Soon I'll be thin,
and pretty too
so that you'll see,
and wish you knew
But I won't tell,
no I won't say
how I starve me,
i feel it in my veins
tainting my thoughts
to lash out..
i can't stand it,
it makes me sick...
to my soul
my better judgment,
leaving me helpless
to do it's bidding..
If you only knewIf you only knew how much i cried,
everyday and every night
i felt just like i could have died,
and didn't fight the cold or light
If you only knew how cold i felt,
while being such a sinner
because being cold we all knew,
that i was getting thiner
But even if you knew all that,
you wouldn't even care
you would have treated me the same,
and now my heart is bare.
suppressThe human mind is a funny thing. It lets you repress things for an infinite amount of time, but eventually the event that you're trying to forget will come back and bite you in the ass.
I've successfully repressed nearly an entire year from my life but slowly, the memories are flowing back. The smallest things can set me off, and I'll remember the painful events I've been trying to forget for a year.
Today, it was a band-aid.
I was in my bathroom, looking for something in one of the drawers, when I spotted a little bandage, which brought back one of my worst memories.
It was the end of May, a few days before my middle school graduation and the day before my cousin Joy's wedding. This was back in the dark days, when the only time I was happy was when I was slashing a razor across my flesh and watching the blood stream down my arm.
I had an audition for The Producers that night, and only one night before had been one of my worst incidences of self-harm ever. My arms were
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