|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
holograms of brinei do dwell in coastlines –
between the salt water and the
sea strands i watch the arches
of my feet be kissed by
creeping little creatures
and the demure sucking
of the ocean’s lacy skirts,
twitching restless and happy
in the light
i have never liked the
open sea once the sun
goes down – at night it is a
galaxy swelling and mute
like a storm, lumbering
leviathan made of ink
and coal, made molecule
for molecule of the kind of
fear that starts
in the marrow-spaces
of your bones;
a dreadful suck of negative
we all know in space
no one can hear you scream
and i think the part that frightens
me the most is how so much of me
want to plunge through its
hidden stars and choke on brine
let it strip my lungs raw let
bubbles stream upwards
in oil-slick black and
sink and sink
and sink and
so i turn my head away
and look to the soil,
where the coastal
Marcohe left america with his family
to escape mccarthyism and when i
was little i was scared of him and
his house and the smell of isolation
thick in your nose – of the way
he coughed like he had a
thousand years trapped in his
callused lungs - and i hated the
surrealist art amongst the cobwebs
on his walls
i’m older and i drink coffee
from a stained cup, cloying with
milk powder and sticky sugar
and he says “oh, the situation
in israel, that really gets to me” –
i look over at the dostoyevsky
on his shelf and you can’t
carry a conversation with him
now (too deaf, too lost), but
still he talks and talks and talks
and decades spill like bees from a
and you shall have no other godsbroken nails
digging into palms
made of soft and foolish skin
made of lifelines made of heartlines
made of veins spreading out like spiders
like trees like rivers
paper skin made of stories
made of the sleeping beauty sopor
beneath scrubby khaki trees
made of salt-scented prayers and
glitter-shot sighs and a tension
swollen and creaking as
damp wood as concrete
cracking in the heat. still as a statue,
lungs’ hushing hum, restless
like the sea. summer
pressing a hot and heavy breath
on the back of
adoration and sweat
gathering beneath my clothes.
heavy like a stone, you
know i’ll never let go. you
know. i am –
i am devout.
equinoctial ennui amongst the eucalyptithere is no loneliness more profound
than that which the earth can give you
when apollo knocks off work
and smokes his first cigarette
exhaling nicotine stormclouds
like blue celestial bruises in the fleshy
belly of the sky
as daylight drains like a wound and
the trees turn wild and bewitched,
twisted fingers dropping broken blossoms
like widow’s tears –
screaming wolf-women moaning
for little dead sparrows and
their moon-smiling babies
(gone, gone, gone)
sunlight drips away, night edges its way in
and the dark parts of your mind
roar and chatter and laugh
and crawl and slink and
scream with viscous joy.
the soil’s not kind, the grass isn’t green
anymore, the grapes are sour and the ground is hard –
your pale knees are streaked and sobbing with red
the night does not care whether you
take your next breath.
the sky is so big, and it sees
RegressionI feel like I'm twelve again, trapped
in winter clay.
A thick slime of resentment at the world
coating, gagging in my throat,
other people's beauty shoved
raw and saccharine in my mouth.
This is a bitter pill to swallow. The slick-
smooth muscles convulse,
my eyes are hot and bright.
My body's a collection of haphazard
flaws and vaguely, dimly, I hate
myself. Wipe away the smoke from my
mirror, the grit, stare at myself dumb
and naked and peeled open like a grub.
Crawling, sticky. Chemical cleaned,
antiseptic guts, ready for the
redemption of the knife.
I want to rip myself
Who would ever
love this? Who would ever
touch this with their fingers
a moment while lighting fires in drumschuck wood on, and more, and more,
and more. it feels like a waste. why is this rusting
metal tin so hungry for the earth? consume,
consume, consume, the fire is snarling
like a dog.
the nissan pintaro sits squat and blunt
in the uncut grass. there is diesel
on my fingers. sunburn on the back of my neck,
aching lumps of meat pressing on
it roars as i flick in pallets i chopped
myself with a heavy-headed tomahawk,
my body and the slick-shine metal
work together to make it split
apart like fruit
summer is weighty, sheet metal pressed
over the bulging sun. we are insulated, trapped
in cotton wool. most of me longs for
the salty ice swells of the sea. there is a
mosquito near my ear
and i think i have a cobweb
in my hair.
maybe i'm too busy being yours.i. i am still looking for the glue
you used to put me back together
it's maybe hidden in the back of your throat
ii. he tried his best
and i'm not saying it wasn't a valiant effort
i'm saying that i can't feel any other way
i have tried my best too
iii. you are coffee-coated
and shit talk free
and i think that's what i liked about you
the fringes of your obscenity
were never going to be front-page news
iv. you were not the source of my sadness
and i think i made you think it was
so you could fix me
and i'm still wondering if people can really be fixed
i would say yes
until the way the winter leaves me paralyzed in my bed
reminds me that i'm not okay
and i never have been
v. i don't want you to love me back
(i mean i do but i'm done hoping so hard)
i just want you to know
that i will always be there
i can't really be anything else
LemonsIf life gives you lemons
Make hot chocolate <3
It warms your heart
Dries your tears
Makes you smile
Vanquishes your fears
Have a cup with me
And together we'll make
A perfect fantasy
sometimes hate is not enoughi feel guilty
because the chances are
i'll ruin your life
and all i'll do afterwards is write about it
PerdicionTe conocí en invierno, las calles cubiertas de nieve, el frió carcomía nuestras pieles,
tu piel pálida y congelada, intentado calentar tus manos.
Ese día, aquel donde sentí un fuerte impulso de hablarte en cuanto te vi, sentado en la banca del parque moviendo tus piernas para entrar en calor, solo guiada por un impulso
me acerque a ti, te di mi bufanda y gantes, luego solo me fui.... sin preguntarte
tu nombre, ni de donde eras, ni que hacías, solo me fui.
Días pasaron, y no te volví a ver, creí que solo fue coincidencia el haberte encontrado para evitar que murieras congelado, pero increíblemente nos reencontramos en mi cafetería favorita, te distinguí de inmediato por que traías puesta mi bufanda y guantes..... aun recuerdo tu rostro confundido ... como si buscases a alguien.
Recuerdo tu rostro iluminarse cuando giraste en mi dirección. Me dijiste que mi bufanda tenia olor a
I Love You.
Oh, gorgeous goddess!
How your beauty tantalizes me!
Leaving a dumb statue
In my place.
How can You,
O Great and Majestic One,
Sitting on your golden throne,
In the sky,
Have created such a girl
As the one I see
Oh how my heart flutters!
Sweet angel, you gave
Wings to my
You blessed a poor soul,
With that wonderful magic
Only you possess.
I will give
I will cross the world for you,
I will serve you,
I will think only of you,
I will do anything for you!
If only I can
Hold your delicate hand,
Skin so smooth,
Soft as silk,
And be with you,
Every step of your way,
To comfort you
In your sorrows,
he's got a girlfriend anywaywe both know
that it's hard to write about
it's taken me seven months to start
while you slept, i burnt your crimson sheets
and painted your ceiling purple
part of me thought you might understand
i was trying to show you how i felt
i was being brave
it was how i wanted to tell you
but i was destroying more than i created
(just spread your love
set fire to the storms)
i tried to tell you
but i was tied to tracks
and it's too close for the train to miss me when it stops
if there is still a chance
you might need me
you will find me where we fell in love
sitting under cherry dark skies
with shaking fingers crossed
and blood stained lips locked
need and greedI keep wondering
if it's too much to ask
for you to tell me you love me
like you mean it with every
measure of your being,
like you want to say it
to remind me
that I deserve the smiles I surrender to,
like you are holding the words
upon your tongue
and letting them loose
louder than cannons from rooftops
in the way that breaks
the silences that I've caged myself in,
I keep wondering
if it's too much to ask
for you to tell me you love me
like you need me
to believe it.
LovesicknessI've only known you for a few days,
Yet still this longing feeling stays.
It makes me hate my in active ways,
I need a distraction, for the longer I laze,
The more I think of how you amaze.
Without your touch I feel so alone,
Anywhere near you could feel like home.
So please let me near, it's my heart that you own!
After all, you said that you love me so dearly,
Do why can't I hug you at least yearly?
The girl he loves...
The girl he loves is not perfection.
But the girl he loves doesn't have much depression.
The girl he loves is too talkative.
The girl he loves is crazy and wild.
The girl he loves is much much expressive.
The girl he loves can be over-obsessive.
The girl he loves is pretty but she denies it.
The girl he loves is always laughing and smiling.
The girl he loves can't rhyme or rap.
But the girl he loves is me.
And that's a fact.
chipped off nail polishTell me what to do, boy;
my nail polish is chipped off
and I know I am not perfect.
Tell me what to do, please
it's hard to swallow
and I cannot breathe
because you're out there somewhere in the world.
(Where the hell does someone like you come from?)
My lips are bitten
and my heart is sore.
People say that strong emotion is good
that it means you're alive and sensitive
that it's better than the numbing lethargy
And it's true, I've never felt this present
on this blue-and-green marble world of ours.
But oh god, I cannot take it any more.
My shoulders are thin and I am pale and sick
and I do not know if I can survive
any more of this feeling.
Tell me what to do.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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