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Be my valentine?My love for you is not unnatural,
But more like Supernatural.
I get excited for my guy,
Like Dean does for pie.
I'd fight for you fo'sho,
Though I won't use Jutsu like Naruto.
Kakashi can seem so cool,
But not as cool as you, I'm no fool.
Barney has a lot of plays,
You used none on Miss Hays.
You are a gentleman, being kind.
Or am I losing my mind?
My face gets red,
And it will spread.
I want to hold you,
And never say adieu.
With kisses so sweet,
They can't be beat.
I won't show you a clown,
If it will cause you to frown.
I love your smile,
Every moment so worthwhile.
What are you doing just standing there?
I'm sure you have a kiss to spare.
Now be mine,
Be my valentine?
CesarHe has messy hair,
He walks into poles,
He thinks it's unfair,
He can shut his pie hole.
He's as skinny as a twig,
He's taller than me,
He definitely isn't a pig,
He's the only one I see.
He's funny and amazing,
He's sexy and cute,
He makes my cheeks feel like they're blazing,
That he won't dispute.
He's mine and I'm his,
With his arms around me,
Maybe he'll steal a kiss,
I don't mind, for him they're free.
He'll sweep me off my feet,
Leave me blushing like crazy,
Barely can stand on my own feet,
I'll love him like crazy.
NeverlandGrab my hand,
We'll go away,
Trust me little one.
Your parents won't miss,
It'll be fun,
They'll never miss your kiss.
I will though,
Come with me,
I'll caress you so,
I hold the key.
The key for your chains,
Around your hands and feet,
Locked up with horrible pain,
That was a major feat.
We'll be together for weeks,
Until you're no longer able to play,
Your face will be bleak,
It won't be our last day.
Limp and lifeless you'll be,
As long as you're with me,
Is forever okay?
Thank YouThe one who cares,
The one who fights,
The one who tries,
Here's to you.
The one who doesn't give up,
The one who accepts a challenge,
The one who agrees to adventure,
Here's to you.
The one who can call their self a friend,
The one who speaks so gently,
The one who understands you,
Here's to you.
The one who can make you smile,
The one who can make you laugh,
The one who can make you love,
Here's to you, Thank you.
GoodbyeThe light will come in,
It's just waiting for it's cue,
I look up to you,
As the darkness closes in...
Time passes slowly by,
I fall apart,
It's not to make art,
Maybe it's time to say goodbye...
Goodbye to the life,
The one I once knew,
Yes, I was a shrew,
It was just my life...
Goodbye my friends,
Time to go,
It was just all a show,
Goodbye my friends.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavement
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.
LightThere is so much darkness,
Can't you see the light?
That faint glimmer
The beam of hope
Forget the pain.
Forget the misery.
Remember the happiness.
Go towards that light.
Everything will be okay.
In the end, we all end up broken.
Sometimes we have someone there to help us be put back together.
Sometimes we don't...
Just have hope...
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